VIII
The cherry flavour of her kiss lingered on my lips like spice even as we remained mere millimetres apart.
The LSD that washed through my brain had brought my senses to a pitch of highness not even I thought was capable.
So heightened that the little, fine silver white hairs on the skin of her thighs felt like fire beneath my fingertips. I'd not even noticed my hand move down to lightly tickle at the flesh.
"Did I give you consent to touch me there?" Y/n muttered, pupils fixed on to mine. "Oh shit no- sorry."
Usually girls would never shy from any touch of mine, and I'd never been asked that before which only reminded me that I really fucking should ask.
I started to pull my arm back, disappointed in myself. That was before a firm grip caught my wrist and placed it right back where it had been.
"I consent."
"That's good then," I whispered, still too close to her for my liking but it was as if my feet were glued to the floor and would not move. "You know that kiss meant nothing right? It's just the buzz."
"Yeah I know, same." She whispered back, the gems beneath her eyes looking like diamonds. My fingers had began to graze up softly and slowly down her thigh, just enjoying the comforting softness. "Since drugs make it easier for me to speak my mind I don't even like you. At all."
"Feelings mutual y/n, you're reckless and trashy. You have no regard for order or rules. Just immensely irritating to the point I might even say that I hate you."
Still no movement made from either of us in this stare off. A piece of hair had gotten stuck to her collarbone, so I was able to watch her chest rising and falling.
"Well you're fucking boring, have no sense of humour. Always dressed ready for a funeral, the funeral of your personality. So I hate you too, to be fair."
The hand that had rested at the bottom of her throat unweighted, twitched slightly just to check the rate of her pulse which was as calm as anything.
"Well you're not fit enough for me to even want to fuck you, just not even on the same level as me."
Big fat lie. For someone who isn't at all my type. She's fucking endearing, and quite beautiful but I'm not telling her that.
"Wouldn't fuck you either, I've working hands luckily so I'm good for orgasms."
Y/n jumped a little and saddled herself up on to a desk, still unbothered about my hands remaining on her despite my vocal denial. And she began swinging out her legs back and forth with attitude.
Why is she such a disrespectful fucking idiot?
"So you gonna go have another fucking strop then or no?" She asked sarcastically. And I found myself wordless.
With that y/n took my hands from her thigh and neck and pulled them over her shoulders before wrapping her arms around my torso. "This is what you really need, even if you won't say it."
She hugged me tightly, letting me rest my chin on her shoulder. Her perfume didn't seem so annoying this time. Because I actually really did just need a hug from someone and only she'd noticed so far. So I let myself melt in to the embrace just for a moment before pulling back.
"Another drink?" Y/n gestured. So I nodded but she tipped hers out and drank it, then tipped out mine and drank that too. Until she took a knuckle beneath my chin and pulled my mouth back to hers.
I felt her push the liquor in to my mouth that she had somehow managed to make taste sweeter. "Thanks I suppose."
"So you really have no interest in being friends at all then Draco Malfoy?"
"No interest at all Y/n Selwyn."
"So why's your cock hard then?"
I hadn't felt or noticed it until now through the high I was still riding, but she was right, now I focused on it; it was really pretty hard and tingling so intensely in a way not even I could make myself feel down there. And it wasn't even being touched.
"It just happens to men sporadically sometimes y/n don't flatter yourself. It's just a natural action."
"Oh okay," she sighed and shrugged before chucking back her head to take another drop of the psychedelic drug before retuning back looking confident. "Must be the same reason why my pussy's a little wet then."
I had to stall so my brain could actually process what had just been said. The girl is forward and fearless, but this is just a whole new level of I don't give a fuck.
"You're just trying to mess with my fucking head.." I snapped, yet she remained unthreatened as per usual. "Oh of course I am. I'm the little voice that nags inside your head in the silence aren't I?" She said deviously, as if she already knew. "Well you're a very stupid little bitch.."
"Mmm say that again," she squinted, curling her tongue up over her teeth. So I grabbed her throat again but hard. "Ooooh even better!" Y/n chuckled sarcastically. "Why don't you rip my fucking windpipe out with your bare hands and then you might even excite me a little bit."
Jerking her forwards so that our breaths connected again I whispered to her, trying to contain my temper. "You're doing this on purpose aren't you?"
She nodded softly against my fist. "You need to start feeling, instead of burying it. Don't be a fucking pussy Malfoy. Let yourself feel something."
My grip softened but not entirely, and my mouth fell back on to hers just so I could suckle the poison from her lips. That was until her legs wrapped around my hips and pulled me tight to hers; our crotches creating a static friction that was unignorable.
My free hand landed on the desk haphazardly making a thud, whilst hers sneakily moved inch by inch up the front of my shirt.
Her tongue rolled and danced a performance that had my mouth twitching as I held back a soft groan. I poured back a fair amount of eagerness in to the kiss just to signal that if she stopped now then I may never recover.
After what felt like an age she eventually tore away my new favourite drug, her saliva; and I emitted a shallow sigh, quiet enough that she wouldn't of heard it as she turned to take a drink again.
I knew that was it, the end of it. The end of the weird, fucked up, ridiculous hateful passion that just exhumed from the depths of nowhere to only sink back to where it crawled from.
"So... we're both a bit fucking drunk and shit so I'll head off now anyways. It doesn't need to get anymore weird or potentially awkward."
The look in her eyes didn't change, nor the shape of her mouth. I was deeply in denial that I wanted her to just ask me to stay for company. It wasn't just her alone tonight, and that's how I wound up here. Just please ask me to stay on the couch or something y/n. I hate being by myself.
I watched her chest raise softly as she opened her mouth to speak. "Stay if you like, prefects aren't here and the girls won't snitch."
Oh thank fuck. I was so internally grateful but I wasn't showing nor saying it. "Okay I'll go on the chair couch thingy there, I know the other beds are empty but that's someone's personal space and if it were me I'd lose my shit so."
By the time I'd finished my speech y/n had stripped down to her bra and underwear so I turned away out of just pure surprise and shock as she threw back her blankets chuckling. "It's a bit of stomach and thigh bitch boy. Chill."
Once she'd settled in I lay upon the highly cheap, lumpy couch and the candles were blown out sending the small dorm in to darkness. The spectral visual distortions were still lingering in my vision and the alcohol still had me feeling all warm and buzzy.
I bet she's laid up over there so comfortable and warm, her smooth skin rubbing on the sheets and the fabric of her underwear slightly wettened and printing on the innermost parts of her thighs. I just need to try and sleep or I'm going to go insane.
Then out of the darkness came an unexpected, calm and whispering voice. "I consent, if you do too."
"What do you mean y/n?" I whispered back, running my hands across my chest. "I mean I'm horny as fuck and you have a very hard penis."
I don't think I've ever moved so fast in my life, almost falling over everything all over the floor but as I landed on the bed; just having the feeling of her lips against mine again was like being granted my deepest wish.
It's all I'd thought of the entire time I had insulted her.
"You absolutely, one hundred percent wanna fuck and then that's it? One night stand hm?" I asked to be one hundred percent sure that this is going to remain casual. "Yes, I want to fuck you. And then ignore you. Sound good?"
"Perfect.." I muttered as one hand found her waist and the other clumsily climbed toward her breast as she kicked down the blanket. And pulling back the fabric of her bra, her nipples were nice and hard already, the dotted goose bumps that surrounded them like reading the most sensual braille ever created.
She gasped at the sensation of my touch, peeling down the rest of the bra to let me gently squeeze at her chest. God how I've missed touching boobs. I fucking love boobs.
No matter where I touched she kept drawing me in, her hands fell to my crotch to softly stroke through the fabric at my cock.
Never before had someone been so soft, yet so steady, it was eye roll worthy. "Um-yn.. are you a virgin? Because I'm not and well-"
"No.." she whispered. "My body count is one and a half--"
There was a pause before she continued. "Because the first one couldn't make me cum so I don't count it as a full number."
I managed to choke back my laugh, I mean my first time wasn't fantastic either but life is for learning.
"Have you got condoms?" I whispered. "Yeah, in my draw here I'll get one."
After fumbling around to retrieve the small metallic plastic, it was placed beside us ready for the penultimate moment. So my palm quickly took to kneading and rubbing her arse before delivering a light smack that made her gasp over my mouth.
God that made me feel things, electric things, like we had chemistry things.
It's just a fuck Draco, focus.
Y/n began attempting to lightly lift my shirt before I snatched it back down in complete fear. "Are you alright what's wrong?" She whisper asked. I had to lie, but it's the stupid fucking mark on my arm.
"I'm- It's just im really self conscious that's all. Like about my body so, yeah it's alright if you don't want to anymore."
I waited for the rejection. But she just rested a hand on my face and half smiled. "Okay, that's fine. I understand. Nakedness is over-rated anyways."
I wish she wasn't so morally good and unjudgmental, it would make loathing and hating her easier. Stupid fucking kind and just pretty girl.
"Here," she said pushing me up and to sit with my back rested on the headboard. "This will make it easier."
I was in no positional to argue even though I had no clue what she meant. And then she unzipped my trousers as she straddled my lap. Working me from my shorts with full concentration as I stared at her blurry and bright little face.
As soon as her hand took me in to her touch softly my head fell back. She was firm, but not too firm and was sure that she paid attention to every inch and not just the first few.
"Fuck," I husked out without realising but when I did and pulled my head back forward y/n had pushed her upper body against mine. "Fuck indeed," she whispered back in to my open mouth before sliding a slow, long, hot kiss along my jaw.
Whilst simultaneously rolling on the condom may I add, detracting my attention from it completely so that it was effortless. This girl is going to ruin my life, I can sense it.
"Are you okay and comfortable still?" She checked, keeping her voice down below my ear. That's when I fully understood consent's importance because just her asking was so reassuring and comforting.
"Yeah, I am. I still want you."
No sooner did I admit my churning need for her did she shuffle her hips heavily, sending a throb right up my spine until I felt the hot, sticky, tightness of her envelope the crown of my cock.
The fabric of her underwear that had been hooked to the side crawling down with it.
Her gorgeous pussy was the cutest, tightest, pinkest cunt I'd ever had the honour of being inside of when I looked down to watch her fuck me slowly.
And even though my body count isn't stupidly high, I've seen quite a few vaginas. All shapes, sizes and colours, some with hair, others with none... and god, they're all so fucking delicious, I have no preference at all.
Women's bodies are absolute temples and I will always be happy to be in the company of any pussy. Complete works of art. Same goes for tits.
When y/n was fucking me it was a brand new experience because I was so used to just the usual missionary with the pillow princesses, that laid solidly still whilst I almost broke a back trying to get us both off.
But this time, for the first time, I was being fucked. She was fucking me.
"Does it feel good, do you like it?" She moaned on to my cheek as her grip on my hair tightened and her hips threw in and out more jaggedly.
Jutting faster and faster as I felt her tightening, bringing herself to orgasm pretty easily and.. me fucking too. "Mh definitely, although, I usually last longer-"
I heaved out between trying to hold myself back but this girl was fucking me through any self control I had.
"Don't worry about lasting, because I'm about to cum all over your cock any second now. Cum with me pretty boy, fill the condom up inside of me so I can feel your warm release deep inside of me. Oh my god- ah, yeah-uh!"
She'd managed to dirty talk us both to explosive orgasms. And it wasn't even filthy, dirty sex with foreplay. Merely a quicky but jesus fucking fuck, I came hard.
The acid had me almost see my orgasm in my minds eye, flashing colours that burst in to patterns.
And the way I whined in to her mouth would play on my mind for weeks after, because I had never moaned or whined for a girl like that and I wasn't sure if I need to be embarrassed or not.
"Not bad for two people who hate each other and wouldn't dare lower themselves to fuck each other hm?" She simpered. "I suppose not, no.." I reluctantly smirked back.
But alas, that still wasn't the night we fell in love. Nor the night I knocked her up. You still gotta hang on for that one, well until after the funeral anyways.