That Split Second | D.M

Obeying without question, y/n was indeed undressing herself completely; gently pulling away the shirt, and unclasping the joins of her bra slowly for my entertainment. It made framing the doorway with my hands to lean forward far more comfortable, and she peered back over her shoulder with sultry eyes before turning and unveiling herself in full glory.

Only her jewellery remained, layered necklaces, some beads and some chains; they sat pretty on her breasts, like a precious waterfall running down the centre of her chest. Not a single thing about her is flawed, not in my eyes. "So, now what? Mr Malfoy?"

"Put some lipstick on." The confusion in her eyes was amusing at least, having my hand stretch across the wood above my head because if I don't occupy my hands then I'm liable to falter. "Bright lipstick, something striking."

"Okay, but why?" Y/n asked, sliding open a drawer of her dresser. "You don't need to ask questions darling, you'll see in good time."

The colour slid onto her lips, a rouge red, symbolic of the ceremony under way. And she threw it aside once finished, returning back to her neutral, swaying stance. The air itself was restless, as were our bodies as they filled with adrenaline, mixing with the drugs already burning hot in our veins. Now all I need is for her to kneel before me, so I can anoint her in the most unholy way.

"Knees, darling. And forward."

Her face did not change, nor did her stare waver as she sank down without protest; the sight was so exquisite that it felt as though the lights had dimmed everywhere else in the world except for the one that spotlighted her now, in this room, at my feet, for me.

Her skin was burning with a heated flush as my fingertips traced her chin, admiring her this way before that makeup is ruined by sweat, tears and maybe even other bodily fluids. "Take off my belt," I ordered. Softly though, I don't think I'd strive to be an aggressive dominant. Something more along the lines of firm, but very rewarding. "And the rest my love."

It just has to be a trick of fate that with both my height and hers, she is at the perfectly precarious level to wrap her lips around me without strain. And she simpered up through her lashes as the feeling of her nails tickling at my hips brought attention to the thudding pulses of blood filling my cock, the tingling in my stomach rising.

Teeth leaving lightly imprints on her bottom lip, she looked back up to me for direction as the cotton rode down my thighs and the by-product of her teasing became apparent. Each time she makes me hard, I could swear I've never been that hard before. And my soul flamed, fingertips through hair and settled comfortably on y/n's scalp, encouraging her to serve my needs.

"That feels amazing," I praised, watching her hand and tongue slide further down. It had her lips tighten into a smirk that she was unable to complete on accounts of them being preoccupied. It was then I was unabashedly certain that this girl loves praise. So praise is what she shall receive, and honestly, it's well deserved. "Suck me pretty girl, deeper though."

The wall and my back could not press against one another any harder, the only way for my hips to go was outwards, further into her mouth, down her throat; and that's exactly where she forced me. The glossy tears that filled her lash line as the weeping tip of my cock hit her tonsils, smothering them in glistening pre-cum left me no choice but to moan lowly, hiding it in the confines of my chest. "Hm, good fucking girl."

Again the tightening of puckered lips that want to smirk but have no space to. It was as satisfying for her as it was for me, and that's what made it ten times better. The hand in her hair tousled the strands mindlessly, whilst the hand on the wall began to sting as my fingernails dug further and further into the plaster. The rough pores of her tongue scored and scoured my sensitive tip with such precision, it was like thrusting my cock into a ripened fruit, slippery and fleshy.

I cannot cum yet, because if I fill her mouth now and demand that she swallow every last drop then I'm sure I might fall into a trance that I'd never awake from. But, she wanted to know what the lipstick was for.

So, it's time to show her. 

"Hold your breath," I whispered down. And the very second that she inhaled I pulled her head forward as much as I was able, just to have her lips press against the base of my groin; holding it for a few seconds before releasing again. She cowered back, breathless but more turned on than ever. "You see, darling?"

Nodding down, we both took notice of the perfectly printed lipstick stain now framing the saliva covered flesh. A pretty picture, a proclamation even, that I belong to her as much as she belongs to me. We would both be marked from tonight's fuck.

"The carpet is burning my knees, Draco." Voice a little husky from the assault on her vocal chords, y/n searched for solace, a breakaway from the beige threads turning her kneecaps a blistering pink. "Good, so you can stand now. Nothing else, just stand."

"Or what?" That menacing tone of voice again. "Huh, or what? What are you going to do? You see I've been following orders blindly but with no indication for what the consequences might be."

I would not indulge her contrived taunts. Did I want to? Of course. But then I'd be giving her the satisfaction on her terms, and the only satisfaction that I intend on providing right now is exclusively on mine. "Take off the necklaces."

"Why?" Y/n folded her arms, arching a brow in contempt. "Because my hand won't fit your throat properly otherwise."

I stole the breath from her lungs when I swiped for her neck, catching her in my hold like a cord snapping. And I leant in close, unnaturally close even; walking her back until her thighs hit the lip of her desk. "Take the fucking necklaces off, y/n."

Kiki had began to stir in her cage, scratching around and fluffing herself up. And for the briefest second that my attention waned, y/n winced abruptly, sending me straight into a panic and releasing. "Fuck, sorry. Are you okay?"

The sinister chuckle she let out let me know that she was playing me, my mask had slipped, she now had the upper hand. 

My y/n is a brat. 

Great. 

The baby blue bathrobe that had been hanging from a chair was picked up and thrown over the strange owls cage so that it couldn't watch and no less interfere with our fucking again. And when my fist wrapped around her neck once more, we both smirked. "Necklaces off, last chance."

Still no. So I found myself curling them around my fist twice over with my free hand before looping them up and away from her body. Y/n was completely bare now, arse cheeks glued to her desk. The rest of her body followed at my command as I pushed her down and sent a flurry of items to spill all over the floor without caution.

"Last chance used, darling."

Hoisting her thighs up, clamped to my hips tightly, I delivered a harsh slap to the skin at the back of her thigh. "Where's the condoms?"

"Drawer, there," she heaved in excitement, her gorgeous tits firming out against her sternum with each breath. Yet more things got swiped and batted away as I attempted to fish through for what we needed all the whilst keeping y/n pinned to the flat surface; and eventually the small aluminium wrapper was within grasp, torn by my teeth with no effort at all. "I love your gorgeous pussy, but I'm about to fuck you as though I hate it.. and hate you."

"Accio quill." Wand quickly slipped out and aimed at the shelf above us, y/n's quill floated down from it's pot to my fingers, the tip readily coated in ink. And I pressed it onto her chest lightly, being sure to cause no harm, but instead branded her. 'Malfoy's slut.' And she did not flinch, not even once. "There, that's better. My property. Do you understand?"

I could get used to this, it was igniting so many threads that are weaved and woven through the bed of my soul. It's just a crying shame that this is the last time we had sex, just as it was starting to get really, really good.

"I understand," she replied, alive and aglow. And her gaze followed my hands as I secured the protection, and guided the head of myself over her slit. I saw the goose bumps rise across her abdomen as I teased at her pulsing pussy; promising pressure but retreating as soon as she got too eager. So waiting until she was at the precipice of crying out to beg for it, I pushed myself in entirely with one jagged thrust. "I know it feels good, darling. Nice and deep enough for you?"

There was no need to ask, I already knew. Her legs twitched as I held them to my sides, toes curling and flexing as I had clearly managed to satisfy a depth previously unchartered thanks to this new tabletop position and her well kept secret of flexibility. 

Plus, it was doing wonders for my ego too.

"Be a peach and hold on to the edges of the desk." I expected no verbal response as she moaned relentlessly, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open. Her slender fingers roamed to the table edge, barely finding their grip before I poised forward and began fucking her so hard that the posters on the wall behind her fell down. "Atta girl."

I am nothing if not an avid learner, it's a talent that had secured me excellent grades over the years; and if there is any specific skillset to hone in on, then being a phenomenal fuck seems the perfect option.

Besides, y/n is making noises and faces no sane human could in the absence of voracious pleasure. That deliciously soaked cunt clenched and fluttered around my cock hungrily, clearly agreeing with enthusiasm. 

"That's it baby, arch up for me." Her spine was straining as she writhed beneath me, completely lost in the feeling of having her fuck hole drilled. It made it much easier to lay lips across her chest, flicking my tongue over the sensitive nubs, quick winding circles pulled back with a sharp suck that had her entire body quaking. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. Fuck. Don't stop!"

I had no such intention. I want at least another orgasm out of her before I even consider giving in to my own body's instincts to fill and breed this girl. 

I know, the fucking irony. I literally did, and current me still believes that I jinxed it.

Y/n cried out in euphoria, swelling and tensing around my cock; and just feeling the throb pulse through her inner walls as her body crumbled beautifully was almost as good as an orgasm itself for me. Like I said, my ego was thriving that night. But I would not slow as she twitched and trembled, letting her orgasm taper off. I wanted to fuck her through it and right into another.

"Another one," I demanded as a whisper, mouth pressed to her cheek. Y/n's arms flung up to grapple at me, pulling me in closer, tighter, forcing me to hold balance for both of us now as I was lurched over a table top too. And when I felt her fingernails burrow deep into the skin at the back of my neck, I had no option but to be vocal, moaning directly next to her ear.

Girls love a guy that's vocal, and it just so happens that I always have been. "Your whole body is shaking darling, are you sure you can handle more? I don't want you passing out."

Regardless of her answer, I would fuck her anyway with no compunction. Because if one is going to pass out from something, then it might as well be from cumming violently hard.

"Yes I can, oh fuck, grab my throat again." She whimpered her request, and I happily obliged. The tighter my hand squeezed on her voice box, the tighter her pussy gripped onto my cock as that fading orgasm had found new fuel and began to re-approach. "You just love having me inside of you, don't you?"

Her body kept responding to my voice, tensing more and more and more. So I reached down between us with the arm that wasn't pinning her down and spread fingers across her sweet little clit, feeling the motion of my cock impaling her faster, harder, faster. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she called out almost as a whisper before delivering the most piercing high pitched gasp and turning silent. But when I looked in her eyes, the noises were happening inside her mind since she had simply ran out of oxygen as her ribcage shivered. "Ah!! Draco!"

This was no anointing, it was some sort of erotic exorcism. And it was my name she called as she found deliverance.

Finally she swallowed enough air to plead my name before contorting beneath me, spurred on and on by my close skin to skin grinding that rubbed her clit and buried my cock as deeply as possible. Contracting muscle tremors and painful scratches, both of our moans became one from the air exchanged between our open mouths and not a second later, I too came to a halt. Feeling that ecstatic cool rush lap over my body as I filled her up.

"Fuuuck," I groaned against her lips, the pit of my stomach unfurling with each load of cum that flooded out of me. "Mhm, that was fucking amazing."

Like all of the energy had been drained from my body, I had to stop myself from collapsing on top of her but couldn't find the motivation to get myself up just yet, remaining inside until the flashing lights filtered out of our vision. "Yeah it was, holy shit, the backs of my legs are numb."

We both chuckled, high on each other now more than the drugs. We were getting pretty good at this whole sex thing. Several sweet pecks to her clammy cheek, and a few to her mouth, I managed to peel myself away from her so that she could sit up and wrap the bathrobe I'd thrown over Kiki's cage around herself. Y/n's lipstick was smeared and eyes mascara stained but she'd never looked prettier, especially with my name inked across her chest. 

And then the chemical high was brushed away abruptly when I looked down to take care of the 'protection.'

I thought it all felt a little more intense than usual, and the fact that I knew damn well that I'd cum an ungodly amount just made the fear worse. The condom was split, right at the worst part. And my cum was no longer puddled in the plastic, instead it was puddled inside of y/n, saturating her insides with each passing millisecond.

"Oh no."

"What's wrong, you okay?" She asked, flouncing herself down on her bed breathless and tired. I returned myself to decency before turning with said protection in hand looking paler than usual. "Not really, no, look. It's broken and I didn't realise. So I just came inside you, but like actually inside you."

Terror made itself at home on both of our faces now. "Is this a prank or are you being serious?"

"Why would I joke about this? This isn't funny?" I held it out for y/n to inspect for herself as she confirmed I wasn't seeing things, and tossed it into the bin because getting my cum all over my hands just wasn't on my agenda for that day. And when I sat down on the bed too, we just sort of stared each other down for a while whilst trying to think of some sort of solution. "It'll be fine, won't it? Like it probably happens all the time and people literally have to try for years to get pregnant sometimes.. wait, you've not got any STI's have you?"

"What, y/n? No?! Besides that's something you're supposed to ask before you fuck somebody but luckily for you no, I pride myself on having an infection free dick!"

It was only upon realising that she was genuinely terrified did I manage to pull it together for her. "Look, it'll be fine. You said to me that you're probably 'due on' or whatever it means and I'm just assuming that you get the vagina pain and all that."

"A period dummy," she softly replied, instantly looking more relieved with a little smile. "Yeah, I think I am. There's no way we're that unlucky, it would have to defy all odds. It'll be fine, it'll be just fine."

Perhaps we were deeply in denial about just how real the risk is, but at the time it seemed much easier to pretend like it was impossible. We were young, dumb, and in the throws of a whirlwind relationship, emerging at the darkest time known to all wizarding kind. 

Everything had to be alright, because this right now, us... was literally the only thing that actually was alright.

"Let's just chill the fuck out and get our thoughts straight, it will definitely, definitely be fine," I continued trying to convince myself; laying back and opening up my arms to invite her to lay on me. Quickly though she nodded no, and opened up her arms instead. "What are you doing?"

"Come on, come snuggle."

I was confused, and cringing a little inside but I didn't know why. "No," I replied with a chuckle. "You come here. You're supposed to lay on the man."

"That's not how it works, Draco."

"Yes it is."

"Why?"

"It just is," I shrugged, genuinely confused; but the penny had dropped for y/n who began looking less and less dumbfounded and more and more concerned. "Have you ever been held, Draco?"

"I don't know what you mean?"

"Not cuddled, not tickled, not tucked into bed by your mum. Held, Draco. Have you ever been held by someone?" I replayed and thought about every instance in my life where I may have potentially been held, and quickly noted that no, I hadn't. Not in that way anyway. "No, I don't think so," I mumbled. "I've never really been offered."

"Then let me hold you?"

It felt like every single one of my walls crashed down all at once, when I looked back at her; arms still braced open and inviting me into her, into her love. I had no idea how to handle or process it, it was new, and far more intimate than any type of sex. It made me nervous, in a way I wasn't accustomed to.

"Okay."

As soon as my head hit her chest, I heard and felt her heartbeat. Then her arms curled around and began to tickle at my back, I fucking love that, and for the first time in months... I felt safe again. Completely, unequivocally safe. 

"Y/n?" I whispered, feeling her breaths change as she answered me. "Yes?"

"I love you. I've fallen in love with you and I'm frightened of it."

FUCK!!