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“We’ll be over for dinner tonight so that you can officially meet him. Be sure to make some katsudon for us,” you add, flashing a smile.

“Yeah, we’ll— wait, the hell?” He turns to you, his brows furrowing in utter confusion as he squints down at you.

“What? Don’t you like katsudon? Want something else?”

“Love it, actually, but why the hell would I go to dinner with you?!”

“You’re my husband. That’s why,” you explain, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He just stares at you, completely silent, his brain visibly short-circuiting trying to process what’s happening.

“Lady, I don’t even know you,” he says, shaking his head and taking a small step back.

There is a moment of silence in which the two of you just stare at each other with your video still rolling.

Then—

“Do you want to know me?” You playfully wink at him, giving him one of your flirty smiles.

He blinks, caught off guard by your sudden boldness. A second passes as he studies your face once again, the gears turning in his head before finally making a decision.

“…I kinda do now, yeah,” he admits, half confused, half intrigued, because who the hell approaches someone else like this anyway?

“Perfect!” You turn back to the camera. “See you tonight, Mom!”

Your boyfriend, Mattheo, decided to buy you guys this nice new toy. He wouldn't tell you what it was, but he waited for you to unbox it with him. It came in a rather big box for a sex toy. You both opened it together, and assembled the few parts. The best way to describe it was like a saddle. Except it had some attachments with dildos.

Mattheo had you test it out, helping you sit down on it in the middle of his room, your knees hitting the floor as you sunk down on the dildo on top of it. Mattheo took the remote and sat back on the edge of his bed, testing out the settings. One was a twirl setting and the other was a vibration setting. He let the dildo twirl inside of you first, enjoying the way you shifted at the movement.

"If you keep squirming, you're not gonna feel it as well." He teased with an amused smirk.

That's how you found yourself tied to the machine. Your hands tied to the hooks in the front, your ankles tied to the ones on the back, even a little ball gag in your mouth so you couldn't protest.

Mattheo was sat back on the bed again, now turning on the vibrations. If you weren't so focused on the feeling, you might've heard his chuckle at how helpless and cute you looked.

It only lasted a few minutes before Mattheo's door swung open behind you, the voices of Theo and Enzo filling your ears before dying rather quickly.

There you were, naked, sitting on...something, back turned towards them, moaning and whining into your gag. It made them speechless.

You wriggled in your bonds, embarrassed that the two boys had seen you like this.

"Oh, fuck." You heard Theo mutter, still not able to see them.

"Pretty, huh?" Mattheo spoke up. He was still looking at you, turning up the vibrations, forcing more moans out of you. "You guys want a turn?"

"Fuck, yes." Enzo pushed past Theo to sit next to Mattheo on the bed, taking the remote from him.

You could finally see Enzo, watching him turn the knobs on the remote while Theo circled around you slowly.

Enzo turned the vibrations up slowly, only stopping when your eyes rolled back, pulling at your restraints.

"Mattheo, can you stop leaving the door open when you have your girlfriend-" Draco's voice came from down the hall, coming closer as he walked towards the open door. He abruptly stopped when he looked into Mattheo's room.

"Wasn't my fault this time. Theo left it open." Mattheo said, leaning back on his hands.

"Mattheo's letting us play with his new toy." Theo said, now coming into your view.

"Is that so?" You heard Blaise speak this time before the door clicks.

All five boys were now in your sight, eyeing you like you were a meal, and they hadn't eating in 3 days.

Enzo turned up the vibrations once more, which had you cumming in seconds, crying into the gag as your body shook. He rode out the orgasm before turning it down so he didn't overwhelm you.

It was the hardest you've ever cum, it took you a moment to come back to yourself and by the time you did, the boys were arguing over who's turn it was next before Theo snatched the remote out of Enzo's hands, turning the setting on both the twirl and the vibrations up. You pussy was already sensitive and it had you trying to close your legs and pull away.

The boys were cooing at you, loving your reactions. You felt a hand in your hair, trying to comfort you and at this point, you couldn't tell who it was as your second orgasm was building up quick. It hit you just as hard as the first one, causing you to scream, shake and cry.

Before any arguing started up again, Draco took the remote from Theo, waiting for your screams to stop before turning it all the way up.

Merlin, you could feel the twirling in your stomach and the vibrations went through your whole body. You wished you could see, but your vision became too fuzzy. You could feel more hands on you now, your neck, your thighs, your chest, not knowing which hand belonged to you.

This orgasm came slowly, ripping through your whole body, from your head to your toes. You couldn't even scream this time, just twitch and shake, the drool dripping from your mouth from the ball gag landing on your chest and making its way down as you slump forward.

Blaise finally stole the remote from Draco, turning everything way down. The tears of pleasure finally slipping down your cheeks as you caught your breath.

"You guys are gonna break her if you keep that up." Blaise huffed, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

It was soft, but before you could even relax, he turned the machine back up slowly, forcing a whimper out of you.

"As someone who shares a wall with Mattheo, I think I can attest that she can't break." Theo spoke up.

"What's that mean?"

"It means I can't sleep any night she stays over."

You tuned out the conversation from there as the vibrations took over your body again, tensing up before your fourth orgasm took hold of you. Your body felt tired and dizzy with pleasure as your orgasm wore off.

Mattheo finally took the remote from Blaise, not even bothering to turn down the machine or wait for your orgasm to fully finish before turning it back up to full vibration.

You cried around the gag again, pulling at the restraints. It was only mere seconds before your final orgasm hit, nearly blacking out as this one ripped through you. You could faintly hear the boys cheering, almost like it was a quidditch match.

As you came too, you realized the machine was turned off and Mattheo was helping you off of it. Your thighs were all soaked and sticky and that's when you realized you just squirted.

Your body felt so sore, especially your thighs from how they were spread on the machine. Your pussy was throbbing from the stimulation and wouldn't accept anything more.

Mattheo placed you on his bed, giving your hair a stroke as he pushed it back from your face.

"You still with us, princess?" Mattheo asked softly, but with a hint of teasing in his voice.

"Uh huh." It was all you could muster as you relaxed into the bed, eye threatening to close.

"You have fun?" He gave you a soft smile.

"Mhm." You nodded slightly.

"Good. Go to sleep." He said with one last stroke to your hair before standing up and ushering the boys out, but not with some complaints from them.

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Your breath quickened, one hand clutching the sheets and another hand clutching Bakugou’s hair so hard he groaned. “Dynamight– more–” You moaned.

Bakugou’s lips ceased for a moment and he lifted his head up slightly to look at you. “What’d you say?”

Your cheeks burned as you got flustered, getting caught in the heat of the moment saying your husband’s hero name in bed. “I-I don’t know… I said ‘Dynamight.’”

Bakugou pushed himself up so his body hovered over yours as he caged you down onto the bed. A small part of you was nervous, as if you had said something wrong and upset him.

“Katsuki, I–” 

Before you could finish your apology, Bakugou smashed his lips against yours and you could taste your own arousal on his lips. You gasped into his mouth when he shoved two fingers inside of you, quickly rocking his fingers back and forth.

“Say it again,” Bakugou commanded.

Any nervousness you felt had quickly dissipated; he wasn’t upset, he was so aroused he couldn’t think straight.

“D-Dynamight–” You whimpered, gripping his bicep so tightly your nails dug into his skin.

“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed, pulling his fingers out right when you were about to orgasm.

You let out an annoyed groan. “Kats, I was so close to–”

You nearly got whiplash with how quickly Bakugou spread your legs and shoved his cock inside you, his hands on either side of your head as he thrusted his hips into you.

Tears had brimmed your eyes, overcome with pleasure as he leaned down so his head was in the crook of your neck. You held onto him, squeezing your thighs around his waist, your mouth falling open as he planted rough kisses on your neck and gripped your breast aggressively.

“Don’t call me that,” Bakugou said, his voice gruff. “Say my name again.”

“Dynamight!” you cried, tears spilling out of your eyes.

“Again, baby.”

“D-Dynamight–!”

Bakugou pulled out and away from you, grabbing you by the waist and flipping you over. He pushed your head into the pillows and pushed his cock inside you again, rocking his hips into you. You arched your back against him, your hands clutching the bedsheets.

You were screaming by that point, your voice muffled by the sheets and the bedframe rocked against the wall with every one of Bakugou’s movements. 

“I-I’m coming–!” You whined.

Bakugou grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back as he looked directly down at you. “Beg for it,” he grunted into your face.

More tears streaked your cheeks, your lip trembling from being just over the edge of coming. “Please let me come, Dynamight–” You cried. “Please!”

Bakugou smirked, closing his lips over yours sloppily as he took in every single one of your cries, whimpers, and moans. He dug himself deep inside you and your toes curled, your walls clenching around him as you milked his cock, ropes of come seeping into you.

Bakugou released his hold on your hair and you fell forward onto the pillows, burying your head into the sheets. Bakugou collapsed beside you as you both attempted to catch your breaths and you could feel his come trickling out of you. 

“If I knew you liked… being called Dynamight so much… I would’ve done it years ago…” You said in between breaths. 

“I didn’t know I did till you said it,” Bakugou said, closing his eyes for a moment. Then he looked over to you, outstretching an arm. “C’mere,” he murmured.

Your body ached as you slid closer to him, pressing your cheek against his sweat covered chest. You looked up at him, bringing a finger up and tracing his jawline. “You’re so sexy, Dynamight.”

Bakugou glanced down at you. “You keep callin’ me that and you’re not sleepin’ tonight.”

Your face broke out into a grin. “What if I don’t wanna sleep tonight?”

Bakugou met your gaze and smirked, cocking his head towards his lap. “Then get on top of me.”

You giggled before pushing yourself up, swinging your leg over his lap as you straddled him, ‘Dynamight’ being the only word you repeatedly uttered for the rest of the night.

“Good,” Bakugou grunted and he didn’t waste any time to thrust back inside you, ramming his cock in and out of you and causing your pussy to squelch repeatedly. You were back to moaning, clinging onto him.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Bakugou moaned, kissing your neck.

And that was when your phone rang. 

You were annoyed again and checked the number. “It’s the same number.”

“Just ignore it,” Bakugou said curtly, getting equally as frustrated as he stopped moving once again. “It’s probably a scam call.”

You agreed and Bakugou continued to fuck you, his thrusts becoming more intense. “Stupid phone keeps fuckin’ up my momentum,” he grumbled through clenched teeth, inching closer and closer to coming inside you.

But of course your phone rang again and you both groaned together. 

“Let me just answer it,” you said, breathing heavily and grabbing your phone. “Then they’ll stop calling.”

Bakugou was beyond pissed as you answered the call, bringing your phone to your ear. It didn’t matter who was on the phone; if it wasn’t an emergency, Bakugou swore he was going to kill them. 

“Hello?” You said.

“Y/N…” A man’s voice responded.

“Who is this?”

The man laughed. “Come on, we were together for a year and you don’t remember me?”

Your body felt rigid as you slowly started to recognize the voice. Bakugou saw the shock on your face and knew something was wrong so he pulled out of you, waiting to see what this phone call was about.

You swallowed. “What do you want?”

“Didn’t expect you to date a hot shot pro hero,” your ex said with a laugh. “I keep seeing you on the news. Just wanted to call and say I miss you.”

You scowled. “Well I don’t miss you so stop calling me.”

“Who is it?” Bakugou asked as you started to get more and more upset.

You covered the mic on your phone with your hand as you said, “... It’s my ex.”

Bakugou scoffed. “The one who cheated on you and treated you like shit?” You nodded despondently. “Gimme that.”

Bakugou took the phone from you and put it to his ear. If this asshole wanted to ruin your mood, Bakugou was determined to make things worse for him.

“Y/N, baby, you know I can treat you better than that asshat,” your ex said, unaware of the fact that you weren’t the one he was speaking to anymore. “You used to love being with me,”

“Nah, man, she’s good,” Bakugou said and you watched him carefully, trying to listen to what your ex was saying.

Your ex paused. “Who the fuck is this?”

Bakugou smirked, satisfied that he had gotten under your ex’s skin. He squeezed your phone in between his cheek and his shoulder as he hovered over you again, spreading your legs and thrusting his cock back inside you. You gasped, not expecting it and moaned right after. 

Bakugou started pounding you, hard and slow, and you whimpered with each thrust. “Hear that? Don’t think she misses you, bro,” Bakugou said, stifling his own moans just so your ex can hear the sounds you were making more clearly.

“I said who the fuck is this?!” Your ex screamed, beyond pissed.

Bakugou looked down at you. The way your brows were scrunched together, a sheen of sweat on your forehead causing your hair to stick to it, your mouth agape as you moaned, and your hands clinging to him made his cock even harder if that was possible. 

“Say my name, baby,” Bakugou cooed down to you. “Let this fucker know who’s fuckin’ your sweet pussy right now.”

You bit your lip. There was something so arousing about the way Bakugou was speaking, always backing up every word that he said. “Katsuki–!”

“Nah, he won’t know that name,” Bakugou said, one end of his lips curling up. “Say the other one.”

“D-Dynamight–”

“It’s you?!” Your ex bellowed, not expecting to hear one of the top ten heroes from his ex-girlfriend’s phone despite knowing you were dating him.

“Damn right. Don’t ever fuckin’ call her again, y’hear?” Bakugou spat.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Your ex huffed.

“I’ll beat your fuckin’ ass, that’s what,” Bakugou said before smirking again. “But for now you can hear me fuck my baby since you miss her so much.”

Bakugou took your phone and put it next to you, making sure to angle the phone so the mic would pick up your voice.

Bakugou grabbed your thighs and pushed them in so your knees touched your chest and you gasped as he started to pick up his pace, pounding as his cock slapped inside you. 

“Oh m-my god–!” You gasped, your nails digging into his biceps. 

Bakugou leaned down and closed his lips over yours, swallowing every sound you made. “K-Kats–” You whimpered.

Bakugou pulled away, continue to fuck you and took your phone, laughing when he saw that your ex was still on the line. 

“Didn’t get the hint, asshole?” Bakugou asked, putting your phone in between his cheek and shoulder once again. “Want me to change it to FaceTime so you can really see how my girl’s takin’ this dick?”

“Fuck. You,” your ex spat before finally hanging up.

Bakugou grinned as he tossed your phone on the bed. “Think he finally got the hint.”

You started laughing, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re insane.”

“Gotta protect my girl,” Bakugou murmured, kissing your head. “Now I’m gonna speed this shit up. My cock’s gonna fuckin’ explode.”

“I wasn’t trying to be reckless. A fucking building fell,” Bakugou said, recounting the accident that he got in resulting in his injuries. 

“I don’t care. You need to be careful,” you refuted, shaking your head as you sat on the edge of the bed. “Do you know how terrified I was when the doctor called?”

Bakugou exhaled slightly from his nose. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know,” you murmured with a sigh before standing up. “I’m gonna go get some ice.”

Bakugou nodded, laying his on the pillows you had propped up on the headboard for him.

He was beyond annoyed and he knew you were right in being frustrated. He had just turned fifty and still was doing hero work despite your concerns for his health and safety and there was an accident, resulting in him being hospitalized. He had fractured a bone in his calf and his thigh, and he now had a full leg cast on his left leg. His right arm was in a brace from overuse of his quirk and he had finally been discharged from the hospital and was ordered to be on strict bed rest to his dismay. 

You walked back in the bedroom with an ice pack and a bowl with a spoon in your hands. Setting the bowl down on Bakugou’s nightstand, you sat right by him, gently taking his arm out of the brace as you began to ice his forearms. 

Bakugou watched you the entire time. You were being so gentle with him despite how frustrated you were with him. The way your brows were furrowed in concentration and your bottom lip jutted out as you massaged his arms… it was so damn hot to him.

After icing and massaging his forearms, you reached over and grabbed the bowl which had homemade soup. 

“When the hell did you cook?” Bakugou asked, knowing full well that you were back and forth with visiting him in the hospital and going home. 

“When the paramedics were bringing you up here,” you said, mixing the soup with the spoon. “I know you didn’t eat anything.”

Bakugou tried to lift the spoon with his right arm, his dominant hand, but his fingers cramped due to the pain and he cursed under his breath. “I’ll feed you. Don’t worry,” you said, pushing his arms down on his lap.

Bakugou wanted to protest but knew you’d just scold him so he kept his mouth shut figuratively, parting his lips and letting you feed him. Just like your cooking in general, the soup was delicious, warm, comforting, flavorful, and exactly what he needed after being hospitalized for so long.

You continued to feed him spoonfuls of soup, being careful not to spill a drop on the sheets and swiping the underside of the spoon along Bakugou’s bottom lip with each spoonful. When he finished eating, you got up to wring a wet towel, patting the sweat off his face.

And the whole time Bakugou watched you.

“Gimme a kiss,” he mumbled as you set the towel aside.

You glared at him. “You’ve been annoying me. No.”

“C’mon, baby. I’m hurt,” he said, clutching his right arm as if it genuinely hurt that bad.

You rolled your eyes, leaning forward and intending to give him a peck. That is until Bakugou wrapped his left arm around you and pressed your body against his. He kept kissing you, his tongue swiping against your lips. “Kats!” You mumbled against his lips.

He ignored you, slipping his tongue in your mouth and you tried to suppress a moan. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you again.

But you pressed a finger to his mouth, pushing him away. “You can’t be horny like this.”

“Why not?”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“The way you’ve been touchin’ me and takin’ care of me…” Bakugou mumbled, his eyes grazing your body. You were in a baggy shirt and shorts, very simple and very comfortable, and yet Bakugou felt all the blood continue to rush to his crotch. “My dick’s so hard.”

You were appalled to say the least. “C’mon, baby,” Bakugou murmured, his eyes flicking up and down between your eyes and your lips. “Lemme make you feel good.”

“And how on Earth are you gonna do that? You have a broken leg and your arm is in bad shape,” you questioned.

He gave your thigh a squeeze and patted his lap. “Sit on my lap.”

Despite the fact that his words made you squeeze your thighs together, you shook your head and said, “No, Kats. It’s dangerous. You’re already hurt.”

“You sure?” Bakugou questioned to which you nodded. He smirked. “‘Cause I see the way you’re squeezin’ those thighs… You wet?”

Your face burned, getting flustered just as his hand inched up your thighs, his fingers dipping and rubbing your crotch through your shorts. “You are,” Bakugou said with a grin.

“S-Stop it, Katsuki,” you said, embarrassed as you grabbed his wrist. 

 “You want me to?”

You opened your mouth, wanting to refuse him but you couldn’t deny how flustered you were, your body getting hotter by the second. To be fair it had been a while since you were intimate with your husband.

“Stop overthinkin’ things,” Bakugou said.

“I’m not. Look at you,” you said, gesturing to his injuries. 

Bakugou assessed you before wrapping his left arm, his good arm, around your waist and pulling you on his lap. He maneuvered you so you straddled him, his hand squeezing your thigh. 

“C’mon, baby,” he said. “You know you deserve a reward. And I got it right here.” He lifted his hips and you gasped when you felt his hard cock press against your clothed core.

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, assessing him beneath you as his hand continued to grip and stroke your thigh, inching oh so close to between your legs. “Fine,” you said, finally giving in.

Bakugou grinned and you knew he was about to get way too excited so you interjected with, “Only if! You let me do the work.”

A smirk crept up Bakugou’s face. “Oh yeah?”

You nodded your hand, planting your palms flat against his chest. “I mean it, Kats.”

“I got it. Now c’mere,” he said impatiently, taking hold of your arm and pulling you towards him.

You smiled as you leaned down into him, kissing him in what you thought was going to be a slow, sensual kiss. But Bakugou had other plans as he grabbed your ass in his hands, grinding you down onto him so his hardened cock rubbed against you.

You moaned, pulling away from him as you kissed his neck, causing him to groan.

“Wish I could taste this pussy,” Bakugou said with a twinge of hopefulness in his tone.

You sat up, shaking your head. “No. You know the doctor said no moving unless it’s necessary.”

“It’s pretty necessary.”

“Katsuki,” you said as you lifted your hips, slipping your shorts and panties off your legs.

“Damn, you really were soakin’,” he said with a shit eating grin.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, tossing your clothes off the bed and pulling his shorts down, causing his cock to spring up.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured, watching as you took your shirt off.

“I’ve been here this whole time.”

“I know, but still.”

You smiled at him, leaning back down and kissing him. You reached down between your bodies, wrapping your manicured fingers around his cock and he grunted against your lips as you bobbed your hand up and down.

Squeezing slightly, you applied pressure in the way you knew he liked as his breathing increased. The more you fisted his cock and how it throbbed in your hand, the more desperate Bakugou got. 

“Baby–” He moaned. “Let me put it in. Wanna come inside you.”

“Say please,” you said with a coy smile.

“Are you serious?”

“Very.”

You kept his cock in your fist, ceasing your movements to show him just how serious you were. He exhaled before saying, “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Y/N.”

“I said, please what?” You reiterated. 

“... Please lemme put my cock in you.”

You smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

You lifted your hips again, holding his dick from the base and lining it up with your entrance before slowly sinking down on him. Both you and Bakugou moaned in unison.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” Bakugou groaned, his good hand gripping your ass as you slowly ground down into him, his cock rubbing against your plush walls.

“So, me taking care of you turned you on?” You asked, caressing his face as you continued to grind into him. Bakugou nodded. “I love taking care of my baby,” you cooed.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” Bakugou practically growled, moaning as you clenched around his cock. 

Then he started to lift his hips up, attempting to thrust up into you but you pushed him down against his chest and did your best to use your hips to pin him back to the bed. “No. I said I’m doing the work,” you said adamantly. “You’ll hurt your leg.”

Bakugou groaned in annoyance and you narrowed your eyes at him. “You keep complaining and I’ll leave.”

“Fine, fine, I’m sorry,” Bakugou grumbled. 

You bit back a triumphant smile as you ceased your grinding and started bouncing up and down on him.

“Fuck!” Bakugou cursed, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your ass.

You threw your head back, moans and whimpers erupting out of you as his cock dug deep inside you. His cockhead nudged at your sweet spot with every one of your movements.

“Feels so good, Kats–” You moaned, your hands flat against his chest.

“I-I know–” He sputtered, closing his eyes as his mouth fell open. “I’m gonna fuckin’ come–”

“Already, Kats?” You cooed in between your breaths. He clenched his jaw, unable to respond through his grunts. “Come inside me–”

Bakugou groaned as you ground into him again, panting as he came and ropes of come painted your insides. You clenched around him, milking every drop as your legs shook and orgasmed with him. You were a sopping mess, leaving him sticky with the combination of both of your arousals.

You panted, lifting yourself up slowly as his cock slipped right out of you and you collapsed on the bed beside him.

Bakugou outstretched his good arm to you and you curled up beside him, planting your cheek on his chest. “I love you,” he murmured, absolutely exhausted.

You smiled, kissing his chest. “Love you, too.”

A few beats of silence passed and just as you were about to drift off to sleep he said, “Lemme put my cock back in you.”

You let out a cry of pleasure, clutching Bakugou’s body. “Gonna come?” Bakugou groaned into your ear.

You nodded, being unable to speak and just as you felt your legs shake and your toes curl, your phone blared on your nightstand. 

You both flinched from the sound and Bakugou groaned in annoyance. When you reached your arm out to grab it, Bakugou lifted his head and stared down at you in disbelief. “You’re gonna answer that now?”

“I’m just… checking who it is,” you said, catching your breath. “It might be from school.”

You had taken the day off to spend some time with Bakugou, who had been working more than usual again after an influx of villain attacks. The kids were in school and you were both finally home alone so of course you had to seize this golden opportunity.

You grabbed your phone, sighing as you read the caller ID. “It’s Izuku…”

“Don’t answer it,” Bakugou demanded.

“But he’s subbing for my class!” You tried to reason. “There might be an issue.”

“Y/N, my dick is literally inside you. You better not fuckin’ answer that–”

You mumbled a quick ‘sorry’ as you answered the call anyway. “Hey Izuku!” Bakugou buried his head in your neck. 

“Oh, I’m not busy at all. It’s okay,” you lied.

“Un-fucking-believable,” Bakugou grumbled.

You nudged at his chest and he took the hint as he pulled out of you and laid beside you. As you continued talking to Izuku for god knows what, Bakugou drowned out your voice and what little he could hear of Izuku’s voice. All he could think about was how hard his dick was and how close he was to coming and of course that green haired bastard of all people had to interrupt and call his wife.

“Yeah, I can wait. Just check the cabinet. It should be in there,” you said and Bakugou turned his head looking at you.

Your face had a sheen of sweat, causing your skin to practically glow. Your hair stuck to your face and even seeing your profile was enough to make his heart tighten.

He slid closer to you, wrapping an arm around you as he kissed your neck. Your breath hitched and you bit your lip.

“Kats!” you whispered nervously.

“I’m not fuckin’ waitin’ for this,” Bakugou said lowly, getting more irritated by every passing second.

“W-Wait–!” You exclaimed but it was too late.

He had already climbed on top of you once again and was quick to slide his cock right back inside you, spreading your legs. A moan escaped your lips and you clamped your mouth shut with your free hand. 

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Izuku asked.

“I-I’m fine!” You sputtered.

Bakugou smirked at you and you muted the call, giving him an annoyed look. “Katsuki–!” 

Any bit of scolding you were going to deliver got caught in your throat as Bakugou began to snap his hips back and forth, his cock easily sliding in and out of you from how slick you were. You gasped, clutching his bicep as you whimpered.

“I found the tests!” Izuku said through your phone. “I can grade them for you if you need.”

You opened your mouth to try and muster a coherent response but Bakugou was adamant in making sure this phone call didn’t continue as he moved his face inches away from yours.

“Go on. Answer him, baby,” Bakugou said condescendingly. “Tell him who’s cock’s in you, fuckin’ you good right now.”

You clenched your teeth, digging your nails into his bicep as you glared up at him. “You’re such– an asshole–”

“Y/N?” Izuku called out. 

You swallowed nervously as Bakugou continued to fuck you and you unmuted yourself momentarily. “Yeah– I-I’d appreciate that,” you managed to choke out before quickly going back to muting yourself.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I–”

Izuku was cut off as Bakugou stopped his movement for a mere moment to snatch your phone from you. You gasped as Bakugou unmuted the call.

“She’s fuckin’ busy so unless you wanna hear me fuck her, hang up,” Bakugou spat in annoyance and before Izuku could even hang up, Bakugou ended the call and tossed your phone back onto your nightstand.

“Katsuki! Why would you say that?!” You said in horror.

“He’s pissin’ me off,” Bakugou grunted.

“He’s your friend and he’s my coworker! Oh, god this is so embarr–”

Bakugou was quick to shut you up as he started ramming himself in and out of you. Your lip quivered as you clung to him again, panting as he relentlessly fucked you. You could tell how frustrated he was the moment he grabbed your legs and pushed your knees to your chest, clenching his teeth as he focused solely on ensuring his cock dug as far inside you as he could reach.

You couldn’t get a single word out as your legs shook, your orgasm washing over you so fast you nearly got whiplash. Bakugou was right behind you as he stuck his cock deep inside you as he came, spurts of his come dripping out of him and into you.

Your chest rose and fell as you caught your breath. “I can’t believe– you did that–”

Bakugou was panting with you until he pulled out and grabbed your waist, flipping you over onto your stomach. Before you could question what he was doing, Bakugou knelt down so his lips brushed the shell of your ear. 

“It means nothing!” You called out behind him, sighing as you slipped your shoes off.

When you had your lunch break that day, an anonymous box of chocolates was left in your mailbox in the office in school. There wasn’t any name or number left on it or even a note. You had kept the chocolates, simply because well… it was chocolate.

But despite knowing how jealous your boyfriend could get at times, you didn’t know Bakugou would be sulking from the moment you told him about the box. The gift had to have been from a faculty member since students didn’t have access to the teachers’ mailboxes and it was shaped in a heart so Bakugou was convinced it was from a secret admirer.

You just didn’t think it was that big of a deal, which annoyed him more.

For a little bit you sat on the couch and watched TV but eventually Bakugou was a lot more quiet than you expected him to be. You got up, went to the bedroom, and found him lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

“Katsuki?” You called to him. He didn’t respond, ignoring you completely and you sighed. “Look I’ll throw the chocolate out if it bothers you, alright?”

Finally Bakugou sat up and stared at you, his eyes widening slightly. Before you could ask what was wrong, he reached forward and grabbed you. You were taken aback as he stood to his feet, lips crashing against yours and nearly swallowing you as he kissed you.

He had one hand on the back of your neck and another hand on your waist, taking small steps forward until your back hit the wall.

“What’s gotten into you?” You said, your voice muffled against his lips.

Bakugou pulled away, looking down at you with a hazy look in his eyes before saying, “Need you.”

You choked on your breath when one of his hands slipped beneath your pants and panties, his fingers rubbing your clit harshly. “Kats–!”

“Fuck,” he cursed. “It’s not enough.”

He pulled his fingers out of your pants and grabbed you and practically threw you onto the bed. He was on his knees, taking you by the thighs and pulling your body close to him so you were on the edge of the bed with your legs dangling off the edge. He nearly tore at your pants, taking them and your panties off.

“Wait, you’re moving too–” 

The words caught in your throat were replaced by a guttural moan that erupted from you when Bakugou’s lips latched onto your clit. Your hands reached down and instinctively grabbed ahold of his hair, your fingers clutching the strands as your legs moved to his shoulders.

He was sucking and licking your pussy like he was starving, as if it had been months since you’d last had sex. In reality, it was only a few nights.

His name fell from your lips in breathless moans, your hips moving against his lips as he continued to suck, slurp, and lick you clean. It wasn’t long after that your toes started to curl and you came so quickly your body shook.

By the end you were panting and out of breath. “W-What was that about?” You asked, your chest rising and falling with every breath.

Bakugou lifted his head a few inches from between your legs, staring at your crotch. “Still… not enough,” he mumbled.

“Wait, Kats–”

Bakugou ignored you, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly you were sure he’d bruised your skin. His lips moved sloppily against your pussy lips, licking up every drop oozing out of you.

“S-Slow down–!” You whimpered, your lips trembling as your second orgasm grew closer and closer. But Bakugou didn’t let up as he moaned into your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your body.

You were creaming against his tongue as he ruthlessly switched from sucking on your clit to tongue fucking you. That was why when you came a second time, you nearly bit your lip so hard you drew blood. 

Your hands gripped the bed sheets so tightly your nails dug into your palms through the fabric. A tingling sensation washed over your body and you felt your body shaking again.

You trembled as you sat up, looking down at him. A gasp escaped your lips when you saw his face. The lower half of his face glistened under the light from your arousal but his pupils were so dilated in a way it frightened you.

“What’s gotten into you?” You asked, trying to catch your breath. He looked as if he was in a haze as he stared back at you blankly. “Katsuki.”

“Lemme taste more,” Bakugou mumbled as he tried to nuzzle his face in between your thighs for a third time. But this time you stopped him, pushing his head away. 

“No, Kats, look at me,” you demanded.

“What,” he said, irritation in his tone.

You put a hand to his cheek to look at him more closely and gasped. “You’re burning up!” You exclaimed, pressing your hand against his cheeks and forehead. 

“I dunno… what’s wrong…” He mumbled. “... But I need you.”

You looked past his head, by your nightstand where he had put your work bag and noticed the box of chocolates were left open… and a few pieces were missing.

“Did you eat that chocolate?” You asked.

“Yeah…” He murmured, pulling at your thighs to bring you closer to him as he rested his cheek on your thigh. 

“Do you think… there was something in the chocolate?” You asked, slightly horrified at the thought.

“Dunno. Just shut up and lemme eat this pussy,” Bakugou snapped, pushing your thighs apart after lifting his head back up.

“Kats, wait! Maybe we should go to a doctor,” you said, pushing your thighs together.

“Fuck the doctor,” he huffed.

“Katsuki!”

“Lemme just fuckin’ eat you out for… an hour. Then we’ll go to the doctor,” he said, satisfied with himself as if he had come up with a genius idea.

“An hour?” You questioned him incredulously.

“Please, baby,” Bakugou begged, his voice raspier and hoarse. “I need it. I-It fuckin’ hurts.”

You looked at him carefully. His face was so red and his eyelids were getting heavier. His breathing was quickening, his mouth salivating. He looked like a mess… and very desperate.

“Okay, okay,” you gave in. “Just don’t be so r–”

Bakugou didn’t wait for you to finish speaking as he spread your legs apart so roughly your inner thighs ached. Then he latched his lips around your clit again, making you whimper as you threw your head back onto the mattress.

You were writhing beneath him from pleasure and he held you down with his hands holding you tightly. He was moaning into you, lips sloppily making out with your pussy that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe.

By the end of the night, you couldn’t recall how many times you had orgasmed. Your cheeks were tear stained, your body trembling and tingling, and Bakugou was slumped against the edge of the bed. Both of you had to take a moment to catch your breaths.

“Do you… feel better?” You asked between breaths.

Bakugou nodded his head. “I’m gonna find the fucker that gave you this shit and kill ‘em.”

You sat up weakly, looking down at him where he sat on the floor, leaning against the bed frame. You ran a hand through his hair. “I wonder what they thought the chocolate would do to me if I was the one that ate it…”

“This is why you don’t take shit from freaks,” Bakugou grumbled in annoyance, looking up at you with a glare. His pupils had returned to normal and you let out a breath of relief.

“I know… I should’ve listened to you,” you murmured. “I thought it was regular chocolate and it felt like a waste to throw it out.”

You whimpered as you adjusted yourself on the bed to lay down on the pillows, your body aching. It felt like you’d just done a bunch of leg and core workouts. Bakugou joined you, lying beside you rather than lounging on the floor.

“I feel like my pussy’s broken,” you groaned, curling into him.

Bakugou looked down at you, resting a hand on your hip as he rubbed circles against your skin. “... I want more.”

Your eyes shot open as you looked up at him in disbelief. “You still feel the chocolate?”

“No,” Bakugou confessed. “... But I wanna eat you out again.”

“Don’t even, Katsuki. You’re done for the rest of the month.”

Bakugou put an arm around you and you both watched the movie in relative silence, both tired from your workdays and just wanting to bask in each other’s company. You had one hand on Bakugou’s stomach, a finger caressing his abs that was more distracting than comforting for him.

He also noticed you fidgeting more than usual, changing positions in the way you were sitting but always making sure you were touching him. 

That should’ve been his initial sign that something was wrong.

“I feel… weird,” you mumbled, sitting up slightly.

“Weird how?” Bakugou asked, looking at you. To his surprise, you had beads of sweat on your forehead and your breathing had quickened.

You grabbed the front of your shirt, pulling it back and forth to cool yourself. “It’s so hot.”

Bakugou brought a hand to your forehead. “Baby, you’re burnin’ up.”

He touched your cheeks and your neck to check your temperature, causing you to let out a whimper that took Bakugou aback.

You gripped his forearm, leaning into his hand cradling your face. “I-I need you, Kats…”

“What,” Bakugou said, absolutely bewildered and trying to figure out where this sudden change in mood was coming from. Then he put two and two together, his eyes widening. “Did you eat the chocolate that was in my bag?”

You nodded and Bakugou cursed under his breath. “Y/N, it’s an aphrodisiac.”

“What?” You exclaimed in shock. “I thought you just got chocolate for me! Why the hell do you have an aphrodisiac?!”

“The villains that got arrested today were trying to sell them illegally. I fuckin’ forgot to leave it at work for the cops to take it but I didn’t feel like goin’ back so I just kept it,” Bakugou said, running a hand through his hair.

“Kats– it’s too much,” you whined, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to calm your aching core. “Touch me…”

Bakugou swallowed, his dick tightening in his pants despite what he thought. “T-This isn’t right…”

“Why not,” you complained, moving closer to him and swinging your leg over him so you straddled him. “It hurts,” you said softly, nestling your head in his neck and holding his shoulders.

You were subconsciously grinding down on him and he choked back a groan.

“Alright, alright, let’s figure this out,” Bakugou said and he carried you in his arms, walking into your bedroom.

He bent down to lay you on the bed softly and was taken off guard when you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down onto the bed. Before he could even react, you straddled his lap again and quite literally tore his shirt off.

“What the fuck? I didn’t know you had the strength to do that,” Bakugou said in amazement. 

You undid the buckle of his belt, yanking at his jeans. “Take them off,” you demanded.

“Yes ma’am,” Bakugou said and you got off his lap to let him take his pants off while you took your shirt and panties off.

Then you told him to lean against the headboard and you climbed on top of him again. Bakugou flinched when you grabbed his dick and he took hold of your wrist to stop you. “Whoa, baby, wait.”

“Why,” you whined, elongating the word. 

Bakugou let out a laugh. Even in this insane situation you were so damn cute. “Gotta make sure you’re wet fi–”

“I’m wet, okay?!” You yelled, causing Bakugou’s eyes to widen. “I’m soaking wet! And if you don’t put your dick inside me right now I’m leaving!”

“Okay, okay,” Bakugou said in an attempt to appease you. You took his breath away as you grabbed his face and kissed him, your lips practically eating at him. You moaned loudly as you ground down on him, your folds gliding on his hardened length.

You both moaned together when you finally sunk down on him, his cock pressed against your clenching walls. You didn’t waste a second as you gripped his shoulders and started raising and lowering your hips, bouncing on his dick.

“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed, his hands gripping your ass. You were already a blubbering mess, whimpering and whining as his mushroom tip fucked you.

“S-So good,” you moaned, throwing your head back.

Bakugou watched you in awe, thrusting his hips up to match your movements, causing you to be even louder. This was the loudest he’d ever heard you and he was certain your neighbors could hear at this point.

“Coming– I’m coming–” You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I got you, baby,” Bakugou murmured and he fucked up into you, causing your toes to curl as you buried your head into his shoulder.

Your orgasm hit you like you ran straight into a brick wall and you clenched so hard around Bakugou’s cock he came right after you, both of you moaning and groaning together.

Bakugou leaned against the headboard, out of breath as you also caught your breath. “You okay?” He asked and you pulled away from him and Bakugou gasped as you started moving your hips again with his dick still inside you.

“It’s not enough,” you said with a gasp. “Need more.”

“Fuck, I don’t think I have it in me today, baby,” Bakugou said in between his breaths. He was so damn exhausted.

He was shocked to see tears stream down your cheeks. “I-It hurts, Kats. Please do something,” you begged.

“Fuck, okay wait,” he said in a rush as he lifted you off of him. You felt like your body was on fire, every part of you throbbing and needing to seek relief. 

Bakugou leaned over to your nightstand, opening a drawer and pulling out a pink vibrator. He knew you used it when he’d be gone on missions. He didn’t like using it but this was a completely different situation. 

“C’mere,” he beckoned, pulling you back to him so your back pressed against his chest. You sat in between his legs and he propped your legs up, spreading them apart.

Bakugou turned the vibrator on and you let out a yelp when he held it to your clit. You instinctively grabbed his forearm and his leg, grinding into the vibrator.

“Oh my god–” You gasped, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. “More, Kats, more–”

Bakugou pressed the side button on the vibrator, raising the intensity of the vibrations, sending electrifying jolts through your body. 

“Feel good?” Bakugou mumbled in your ear. 

You turned your head, looking up at him through wet lashes and nodded your head vigorously. Words weren’t even coherent for you in the moment as you continued to moan and writhe beneath his touch.

You started creaming against the vibrator, your pussy squelching even louder and your nails dug into Bakugou’s skin as your second orgasm hit you, your legs shaking. 

Once you leaned against him again, Bakugou took that as a sign that you were done and turned the vibrator off. But you grabbed his wrist, looking back at Bakugou. His dick was hard again, pressing against your lower back.

“Fuck me, Kats,” you whispered. “I need your cock in me.”

“Holy shit,” Bakugou muttered, kissing you and shoving his tongue in your mouth. Any energy he lost from working and fucking you moments ago came back to him with the way you were grinding against the vibrator right in front of his cock.

Bakugou lifted you back up and slid his dick inside you again and whimpered loudly. He turned the vibrator back on and you cried when he held it against your clit again.

“Hold it,” Bakugou commanded and you shakily held the vibrator in your hands, pressing it to your clit. 

He grabbed your thighs and started fucking up into you once again. He held you up by the back of your knees and you were screaming by that point, choking on your sobs from how good his cock felt inside you. It was as if your sex drive and libido had been dialed up to a million, like you needed to be chained down and fucked repeatedly to be satisfied. 

“That fuckin’ candy’s got you needy, huh,” Bakugou cooed.

You lazily nodded, seeing stars as you kept the vibrator pressed against you despite how overstimulated you were feeling. “Need– you– Need your– dick,” you said in between your gasps. “C-Come inside me– Kats– Want your– come–” You whined.

“Shit,” Bakugou cursed and he sank you down onto him, so deep you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he came. You clenched around him, milking every last drop and you curled your toes, practically throwing the vibrator back onto the mattress as you squirted. You sprayed the sheets, crying and moaning as you did so.

Bakugou dropped your legs, completely out of breath, stamina, and energy at that point. You had to be satisfied, Bakugou thought. Three orgasms should be enough. Hell you even fucking squirted to his surprise.

“Katsuki,” you whined and Bakugou raised his head as you looked back at him, teary eyed and still sitting on his cock. You reached over and grabbed the vibrator again. “More,” you said so softly like a cry.

“Fuck those fuckin’ chocolates,” Bakugou muttered under his breath, panting still since he could barely recover from having to come twice himself. “Alright, c’mere.”

He took the vibrator from you, wrapping an arm around your chest and pulling you back to him. He turned the vibrator back on and held it to your clit. You clenched around his cock and he groaned in response.

Bakugou turned your head so you were looking at him, your body shaking from the back to back to back orgasms.

“S-Sorry,” you stuttered.

Bakugou pressed his forehead to yours and kissed you softly. “Don’t gotta apologize, sweetheart,” he mumbled, increasing the intensity causing you to choke on a gasp. “I’m gonna get you through this.”

Tears streaked your cheeks again as you started to pant, your body so warm and slick with sweat and your own arousal. 

“So good, Kats–” You moaned. “So full–” You practically hummed.

Bakugou chuckled and kissed your cheek, your tears wet on his lips. “Gonna come again?”

You nodded and he pressed the vibrator so hard against you, you were convinced it would tear a hole in you. You writhed beneath Bakugou’s hold, overcome with pleasure and stimulation. Bakugou felt you creaming on his cock again as you clenched and tensed, your body continuing to tremble as you overcame your fourth orgasm.

By the end you were both out of breath and Bakugou turned the vibrator off, assuming you were okay now. You were slumped against his body, your cheek pressed against his collarbone as your body still trembled. Bakugou lifted you up off his dick and set you back down onto the mattress gingerly. 

But the effects of the aphrodisiac still hadn’t left your body, the throbbing sensation still flowing through you like an animal in heat. But you were so exhausted and you laid on your side, sobbing into the mattress.

“Y/N,” Bakugou called out in concern and he slid his arm under you, holding your upper body in his arms. “You okay? Talk to me.”

“Kats,” you cried, squeezing your eyes shut. “I-It’s not enough– I need more–”

“What the fuck,” Bakugou said breathlessly as you squeezed your thighs together in hope of some friction. “The fuck am I gonna do? I’ll take you to a hospital–”

“Neither of us… have the energy for this…” You said, still catching your breath. “I don’t wanna go to a hospital.”

“But you’re in pain,” Bakugou said. “I’m not gonna sit here and watch you like this.”

You nodded weakly. “It still hurts, Kats. I-I shouldn’t have eaten that stupid chocolate.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, baby,” Bakugou said and he moved closer to you.

“Y-You should go to sleep, Katsuki,” you said, fighting back whimpers. “I’ll deal with this– in the bathroom–”

“Fuck no,” Bakugou refuted. “How the hell am I supposed to sleep knowin’ you’re goin’ through this?”

“But you’re so tired a-and you’ve been working all day–”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Bakugou huffed. He pulled you back into his arms, pulling the comforter back and laying your trembling body down. “Just focus on me. Don’t think about anythin’ else. Just look at me.”

You nodded slowly and Bakugou lied beside you, propping himself up with his elbow as he looked down at you. He trailed his hand down your body, beneath the comforter, and then slid two fingers easily inside you.

You gasped, your hands grasping the back of his neck as he pressed his forehead to yours, your breath fanning over his face as he rocked his thick fingers back and forth inside you.

“I don’t care how many times I’ve gotta make you come,” Bakugou murmured, his lips touching your cheek so softly. “I’m not lettin’ you go through this by yourself. I’m stayin’ up all night if I’ve gotta.”

Your lips trembled as genuine tears welled in your eyes. “O-Oh, Kats–”

Bakugou lost count of the amount of orgasms you had after that. He was focused only on you and no matter how much his fingers cramped and ached, he didn’t let up for even a second. He was determined to help you get through this, holding and cradling you in his arms through the whole thing as he kissed away your tears. 

You fell back onto the pillows as Bakugou grabbed a towel to clean himself and you up as best as he could. “Fuck, made a mess,” he said to you and you weakily laughed. He laid back beside you. “Feelin’ better?”

“Mm,” you hummed in confirmation, your eyelids feeling heavy from pure exhaustion. “I think… it’s gone.”

“Good,” Bakugou said, lying on the pillows and stretching out his arm so you could lay on him. You pressed your cheek to his chest. “I’m givin’ that chocolate shit back and I’m beatin’ the shit outta those villains again ‘cause of what they did to you.”

You laughed. “Well… they didn’t personally do this to me. I just ate the chocolate without questioning it.”

“Don’t defend them.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arm around his torso. “I’m sorry, Kats.”

“I told you, you don’t have to apologize,” Bakugou said, finally closing his eyes as he was on the verge of succumbing to sleep.

After a few moments you said, “Kats?”

“Hmm,” he hummed in response.

“Can we go to sleep… with your dick inside me?”

“Just go to sleep, Y/N.”

“Yes, just not very hungry,” you said in your pretty little voice, placing your hand over his and pecking his cheek.

He didn’t buy it. “I can track down some takeaway and we can eat in my dorm, if you’d like,” he offered, wondering if the commotion in the Great Hall was a bit too much for you.

You shook your head, another stunning development. You never turned down takeaway. “I’m fine, baby. Thank you, though.”

“Well, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll make one of these sod’s fetch it for you,” he teased, hoping to get a smile out of you. He didn’t.

Draco sighed, pressing a kiss to your temple before turning back to the conversation he was in the middle of with Theo and Pansy. He continued to watch you in his periphery as you started to play with his fingers, twirling his signet ring around and around. As much as he enjoyed the mindless contact, the delicate brush of your skin, he knew this was a nervous habit of yours.

He had half-a-thought to excuse you both, but he knew that would only draw more attention to your melancholy state, which would likely make you feel even worse. He could pick your brain later. Right now, he needed to make sure you were fed.

Casually, he picked up his fork, twirling a bit of his own pasta around the tines. Without breaking away from his conversation, he held the fork up to you, hoping you’d take a bite without really thinking about it. It was a small ritual the two of you developed during lengthy family dinners, something you often did automatically if he offered food to you. He felt you shift forward, your mouth wrap around the small bite, and you ate it.

He squeezed your thigh, a flare of affection making his heart pound. Good girl, he thought, but refrained from saying aloud.

The rest of dinner continued like that, Draco keeping your friends talking and distracted while he fed you small bites of his own dinner, your fingers twined with his in your lap. When he held up a bite and you gave small shake of your head, he knew it was because you were actually full, and he set his fork down, satisfied. For now.

That night in the common room, you were curled up in your chair by the fire, a book open in your lap while everyone pretended to study around you. He watched your eyes, your hands curled around the cover, and you were motionless. No pages turned, no lines devoured.

His worry deepened. Blaise seemed to notice as well, and gave him a curious look, dark brow raised. And of course, Theo caught the exchange, but turned back to his work, pretending he didn’t.

A prickle of suspicion climbed Draco’s neck. Typically, Theo was the first one to make a fuss over someone being in a sour mood due to his inability to tolerate negative emotions, but this time, he stayed silent.

Very odd, indeed.

But he could worry about Theo later. Draco lifted himself from the couch and walked over to you, dropping onto the floor in front of your chair. He tilted his head back, resting it against your shins. You reached down, dragging your fingers through his hair while you continued “reading” your book. He let his eyes flutter closed at the sensation, and tried to think of a way to draw you out of your head.

Lips pressed against his forehead, your perfume wafting over him, and he hummed in appreciation, reaching up to cradle your face. You leaned your cheek into his palm, and he titled his head back a little further to connect your lips in a soft kiss.

Your lips moved against his, brief and tender, and some of his tension unwound. It didn’t seem that you were upset with him, which was a relief. But, he wasn’t any closer to figuring out what exactly was troubling you.

“I’m going to go to bed,” you murmured in his ear, and he blinked in surprise, checking his watch.

It wasn’t even nine o’clock.

“So early, love? Are you feeling alright?” He turned to face you, rising to his knees. The group noticed, but he was too concerned to care. He placed the back of his hand on your forehead, your cheek, your neck, but you waved him away.

“I’m fine, D. Just tired,” you said, averting your eyes from his and rising from your chair.

“Baby—”

You leaned down and kissed him again, cutting off his protest. “I love you, I’ll see you in the morning,” you said, pecking his cheek one more time before walking towards the girls dormitory and ascending the stairs.

Draco slumped back to the ground, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“What did you do to her?” Pansy accused after a moment of tense silence.

“Nothing,” he snapped, though it was mostly toothless.

“She was acting strangely at dinner too,” Blaise noted. “She didn’t even have dessert.”

“Yeah, and she loves those chocolate things—what are they called?” Theo chimed in.

“Cauldron cakes,” Draco answered, glaring at them, irked that they were paying that close of attention to you. That was his job.

“Are you going to follow her?” Blaise asked, glancing at the stairs.

“No, he should give her some space,” Pansy said, giving him a pointed look.

“I’m perfectly capable of managing my girlfriend’s needs. Thank you,” he bit, and they fell quiet. He would leave you be, for now, but if you were still in a funk tomorrow evening, he’d be forced to intervene.

You were decidedly still unlike yourself come the following morning, and when he saw you during your shared Potion’s class. He continued to monitor the situation, trying to be patient like you often asked him to be, but that went out the window when you returned from your Herbology class with Theo in tears.

As soon as Draco saw your red and puffy eyes, he was on his feet. You ran straight into his chest, burying your wet face in his robes and digging your chilled hands into his back, trembling as your tears returned in earnest.

“Darling, what’s happened? What’s going on?” He cooed, wrapping his arms around your shaking torso, petting your hair in an attempt to soothe you. You didn’t respond, just held him tighter as you cried.

Theo tried to slip around the two of you, but Draco pinned him with a glare.

“What happened?” Draco hissed at him.

“Her Flutterby bush is dying,” Theo whispered, and you started to cry harder.

Shit. You’d slaved half the semester over this Flutterby bush in Herbology, it was your pride and joy, and you often stayed after hours with Professor Sprout to tend to it and the rest of the greenhouse. You had the greenest thumb Draco had ever encountered, and that plant was your baby. There was no way it would just suddenly die.

Draco raised a brow, and Theo made a ‘tell you later’ face. He nodded his head to dismiss his friend and turned his attention back to you, his poor, sensitive girl.

“Baby, it’s going to be alright. I’m sure you’ll figure out what’s going on—”

You shook you head. “It doesn’t make sense,” you sniffled, your voice muffled by his shirt. “It was perfectly fine. There’s no bugs or blights, I don’t understand.” You lifted your face, cheeks streaked with tears and lashes spikey, your eyes rimmed with red. The state of you made his heart ache.

“It’ll be alright,” he whispered, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs and pressing a kiss to your nose. “If anyone can save it, you can. You’re brilliant, love.” He used his sleeve to wipe your eyes and your nose before bundling you into his side. “Come on, relax for a bit with Pansy. That’ll help you think a little more clearly, yeah?”

You nodded, letting him deposit you on the couch beside your friend, who immediately abandoned what she was doing to fuss over you.

He kissed the top of your head, satisfied that you were well looked after for the time being. “I love you, I’ll be right back, okay?” He murmured, and you nodded again.

Theo was waiting for him in the hall. “Okay, so don’t get mad,” he said, holding his hands up.

Draco’s anger instantly flared. “Don’t give me a reason to get mad then.”

“She told me not to tell you because she knew you’d get all—” Theo gestured vaguely at Draco. “All…this.”

“Out with it, Nott,” he growled, fully prepared to punch his best friends nose through the back of his skull. What could you possibly want to keep from him?

“We think someone poisoned her plant,” Theo said, grimacing.

Draco froze, rage flaring so suddenly it darkened his vision. “What?” he snarled.

“We can’t say for sure yet,” Theo said hurriedly, trying to get ahead of the oncoming storm. “But there’s this one guy—”

“Who?”

“Reinhardt? Renfield? Something like that, I don’t know, he’s a Gryffindor. But he—Draco, where are you going?”

Draco was already halfway down the hall, formulating a plan in his mind about how to find this guy, and how to make him wish he’d never been born.

Theo grabbed his shoulder. “Listen, I have a better idea than storming the Gryffindor common room,” he said, and Draco paused.

“Go on.”

Draco loitered outside the Greenhouse, hidden by some trees, a stupid plastic ear in his hand. Theo had the other tucked into his robes, and Draco could hear Sprout beginning her lecture through their connection.

Draco sighed. This was ridiculous, he should just waltz in there and figure out exactly who this—

“Hey, y/n,” he heard someone mutter, an unfamiliar male voice, and he immediately held up the ear to listen. “Flutterby’s not lookin’ so good. Maybe I could help clear away some of the dead stuff?”

Draco's ears started ringing so loudly, he almost missed your response.

“I'm killing it just fine on my own, Renley, I don't need any assistance from you.”

He heard Theo snicker in the background, and Draco smiled. Atta girl.

“My mandrakes are thriving, thank you,” Renley replied, his voice tight with indignation. “It's a real shame about yours, though. Probably would have gotten you top marks.”

You didn't respond, and Draco gripped a tree branch to stop himself from charging through the glass to get this audacious fucker.

“Fuck off, Renford,” Theo warned, the feed clouded by his robes rustling.

“It's Renley,” the prick corrected, his voice a little louder, and Draco could practically hear Theo roll his eyes. “So, what do you say, sweetheart?” Sweetheart? Oh, this fucker was a dead man walking. “I'm willing to stay after and help you out. I'm good with poisons—”

“Poison’s?” You asked, a snarky lilt to your voice, and Draco loosed a relieved exhale despite the implication. For the first time in days, you sounded like yourself. “Who said anything about poison?”

“Oh, I—uh—”

“Reindeer, how did you know her plant was poisoned?” Theo prodded, his smirk audible.

“I don't! It's obv—it’s probably not p-poison!” Renley stammered.

“What's this about poison?” Sprout interrupted at the same moment Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle emerged from the treeline.

“Check fucking mate,” Draco mouthed, grinning.

“Professor Sprout, I do believe Renley here just confessed to poisoning y/n’s beloved Flutterby bush,” Theo said.

“Is this true, dearie?” Sprout asked you.

“Yes ma’am, it explains the strange phenomena we noted, as well as the sudden nature of the ailment. Renley’s been taunting me for days, and finally his mouth got ahead of his brain,” you said, poised as a Queen, and Draco was so proud of you it hurt.

Sprout gasped. “Mr. Renley! To Dumbledore's office this instant!”

“Crabbe, Goyle, grab him,” Draco ordered, stuffing the ear into his robes.

The two of them lumbered over the door, staying out of sight until the culprit stepped out into the sunlight, and Goyle grabbed Renley by the shoulders and started to drag him back around the Greenhouse.

“Hey! What the fuck—” his words pinched to a strangled whine when he saw Draco and Blaise waiting a few feet away, arms folded over their chests, completely hidden from the rest of campus.

Goyle shoved him to the ground at Draco's feet, and the coward was already sniveling.

Draco crouched down, nose to nose with the fucker that made his girl miserable, and smiled. “Was it worth it, Renley?” Draco asked, his voice low.

“Look, Malfoy. I didn't mean to—”

Draco didn't give him a chance to finish his paltry excuse and cocked his fist back, slamming his knuckles square in the side of his jaw. The bone crunched under his fist, sending Renley flying sideways in a spray of spit and blood, and Draco rose, clenching and unclenching his aching hand.

Normally, he'd step back and let the others get their hands dirty, but you were his girl. And if anyone was going to defend your honor, it would be him.

“No, no please!” Renley begged when Goyle hauled him back up. Draco punched him again, dead on the nose, then the temple, then the sternum. Goyle let Renley fall, groveling and weeping as blood ran down his face, his eyes already half-swollen shut.

Draco grabbed him by the hair, lifting his head up so he could whisper in his ear. “You're lucky it wasn't poison,” he snarled, and dropped Renley’s head into the dirt. “Leave him on the front steps of the castle,” he said to Crabbe and Goyle, who immediately pulled the boy up and started dragging him back towards the castle.

Blaise chuckled. “That was fucking brutal, mate.”

Draco looked down at his bruised and bloody knuckles, the pain bright and deliciously satisfying, his signet ring splattered with red. “Like I said, he's lucky I didn't decide to poison him.”

The chatter of students filled the air, and he looked up to see the Greenhouse emptying. Theo headed straight for them, glancing at Draco's knuckles and the blood in the grass before breaking out in a wild grin.

“Sorry I missed it,” Theo laughed.

“Where is she?” Draco asked.

“Staying behind to administer the antidote. Sprout is leaving her to ensure Renley is dealt with accordingly.”

“Well, she certainly won't be disappointed,” Blaise snickered.

“So she’s alone?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. He was hoping to clean himself up before seeing you, but wasn't sure he could resist the temptation. Not with his blood still running hot and your smart little voice echoing in his mind.

“Yep.” Theo smirked. “See ya’ back in the common room.” He and Blaise turned and started heading back to the castle, leaving Draco alone.

He rounded the greenhouse, knocking with his sore knuckles so he didn't startle you.

“Draco? What are you—saints, your hands!” You cried, rushing over to open the door for him. You grabbed for his hands, face pinched with worry.

“I'm fine, love,” he cooed, letting you fuss. The air in the greenhouse was thick and warm, coaxing him in like a embrace. It smelled fresh and lush, sweet soil and green leaves, like you.

Merlin, he couldn't think straight with you looking at him like that.

“Who did—” you paused, eyes narrowing. “Renley?”

He smirked. “Maybe.”

“Draco!” You huffed, dropping his hands. “I had it under control!”

“I know you did! You were amazing! I just...accelerated the consequences.”

You glared at him, but he could see you softening by the second.

“Baby, I'm fine. And he'll be fine in like, four to five business days.”

“Draco!” You shouted, but you were smiling. He fucking loved what you called his name in that exasperated but undeniably affectionate voice. “You don't have to get involved all the time. I'm perfectly capable of fighting my own battles, and Professor Sprout was working with me to solve it and—”

Draco reached out, pinching your cheeks with one hand, pursing your pouting lips and dragging you closer to him. “I'd do it again in a heartbeat. No one fucks with you so long as I'm breathing, is that clear?”

You nodded, eyes round and sweet like honey.

He released your face, sliding his hand into the hair at the nape of your neck and craning your head upwards. “Can I kiss you now? Or would you like to keep telling me off?”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his in a playful, smiley kiss. “Anything for my hero.”

“Anything?” Draco purred, walking you back into the long work table. You gasped, arching against his chest, and he caught the sound with another kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips to taste you.

Your tongue tangled with his, so eager as you pulled his tie to bring him closer. He guided your tongue into his mouth, sucking lightly before releasing you to bite your lip, toying with your mouth like he owned it.

And he could feel how much you loved it, your hips pressing against his as your hands wandered his chest, unable to pick a resting place.

He smiles, moving his hands to grip your hips. In a quick movement, he spun you around. Your hands slapped onto the table to catch yourself, your perfect ass pressing back against his rapidly hardening cock.

“Draco,” you whined, trying to look over your shoulder at him.

He tsked, sliding up your skirt, admiring the way his ruined knuckles looked against the soft flesh. “Do you want me to be gentle with you, darling?” He already knew what your answer would be, especially after a few stressful days, but he felt inclined to double check.

You shook your head side to side, pressing your ass back into his hands. “No.”

He smiled, squeezing the ample flesh, then delivered a swift slap that made you gasp. “That's my girl. You want me to scare away all those bad thoughts? Turn your brain off for a bit?” He slid his right hand between your legs, gliding two fingers over the damp spot on your panties.

You nodded, nails scratching along the wood when he applied a little pressure, moving his hand in a slow circle.

“Words, love,” he said, pausing his movement.

“Yes, baby. Please,” you whined, and his cock gave a painful lurch against his thigh.

“Colloportus,” he murmured, flicking his wand to lock the Greenhouse door. “Don't move,” he ordered, then walked over to the sink, washing the blood from his hands and muttering a quiet episkey to fix most of the damage on his skin. Some cuts remained, and his hands were still sore and slightly bruised, but it wasn't nearly as bad.

Satisfied, he turned his attention back to you, where you remained perfectly still, nibbling at your lower lip. In quick movement, he pulled down your panties, letting the fall around your ankles, and kicked your feet further apart, forcing you to lay your chest against the table.

“There we go,” he purred, bringing his hand back between your legs.

You were already soaked, hot and slick as his middle finger swiped through your sex. He started massaging your clit, quick, light circles that had you moaning breathlessly.

“Better, darling? Nothing to worry about besides being my good girl.” He moved away from your clit and eased his middle finger inside of you, his signet ring kissing your entrance before he curled his finger up. Your walls fluttered around him, sucking back against his finger when he pulled it out, only to graciously stretch for him when he added a second.

“Fuck, D,” you moaned, rocking your hips against his hand. “You said you wouldn't be gentle “

He smirked, enraptured with the way your pretty little cunt yielded for his battered hand. “Just so pretty,” he hummed, leaning down to whisper in your ear, pressing you harder against the table. “Can't help but worship you a little.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but he slammed his fingers inside of you, drilling into your channel with sloppy, punishing strokes. You cried out, feet sliding around on the floor, but he had you pinned and at his mercy.

“This better, brat?” He growled, nipping at your ear when you keened for him, unable to formulate a response. “Oh, how that fucker wishes he could see you now,” he drawled, straightening while his fingers fucked into you. “What'd he call you? Sweetheart?” He chuckled. “Sweet doesn't begin to cover it.”

“How did you—”

He slipped his fingers out to work your clit, the bud swelling under his touch as your orgasm built, and your words twisted into a moan. He tried to stay focused, keep you on the edge until he was sheathed inside of you, but couldn't bring himself to stop just yet.

“Are you sweet, baby?” He asked, swatting your ass cheek, enjoying the way your flesh rippled.

“Only for you,” you gasped, starting to tremble as that knot wound tighter and tighter.

“That's right,” he praised, undoing his trousers and taking his cock in his hand. He was insanely hard, the head a deep pink, pearly precum beading from the slit. He pumped himself twice to relieve some of the ache, then notched himself at your entrance, not pausing his assault on your clit for a moment. “All fucking mine,” he growled at the same moment he thrust inside of you, burying himself to the hilt.

You cried out, muscles contracting hard around him, and he groaned low in his throat. You were so fucking tight, gooey and supple when you weren't squeezing the life out of him. He drew back a few inches before snapping his hips forward, gripping your ass cheek in his free hand to keep you spread for him as he pounded into you.

He felt your orgasm hit the second before you did, your cunt clamping down on him a heartbeat before you screamed, your whole body locking up before going completely limp. He didn't let up, no matter how much you shook, how much you begged. Your tears left damp spots on the wood, your knees trying to buckle inwards, but he planted his feet on the inside of yours, forcing you to stay upright.

“Good fucking girl,” he rasped, snaking a hand up your spine to grip your hair and pull your head back. “Doing so well for me, sweet thing.” He was panting, the heat of the greenhouse coupled with the exterior making sweat collect around his hairline and drip down his spine. His knuckles burned from the salt, hands ached from being used long past when they should have been bandaged, but he didn't give a single fuck.

“Draco, shit—fuck me so good.” You reached back for him, nails dragging along his forearm, and he felt himself teeter on the edge of release, his balls drawing up tight as liquid heat spread through his pelvis.

“Give me one more, baby. I know you can. Then I'll water my favorite plant.”

Your pussy clenched at his words, a wanton moan falling from your lips, and he smiled. You were such a little freak, his little freak, and he loved you all the more it.

“You like being my pretty little houseplant? All mine to take care of?” Fuck, he was close, rambling in an attempt to distract himself and spend just a little longer in the delicious heat of your body.

“Yes, yes—fuck!” You were coming again, your whole body convusling as it ripped through you, and he was done for. He came with a yell, hips stuttering against your ass as he pumped rope after rope of release into your spasming cunt.

“Bloody hell, baby,” he moaned, bracing his hands on the table as he came down, his hips involuntarily rocking into your greedy warmth. You, poor thing, were left drooling and trembling, completely boneless, held up entirely by the table and his hips. He leaned forward, pressing kisses into your hair. “Did so good, love. So fucking perfect,” he murmured, throat tight with affection.

“Squishin’ me,” you giggled, squirming beneath him, and he straightened, nearly toppling over himself at the weak feeling in his knees.

“Sorry, darling,” he chuckled, and you groaned, pushing yourself up on trembling arms. He moved his feet, letting you close your legs, and he hissed through his teeth at the new tightness around his softening cock, stealing a final thrust before slipping out of you.

“Mm, how did you know he called me sweetheart?” You asked, peeking over your shoulder at him while he grabbed his wand to clean you both up.

“I have my methods,” he replied, righting your clothes and helping you stand up, relishing in the lingering tremble in your limbs.

“Were you spying on me, Draco Malfoy?” You teased, tugging him down by the tie so you were face to face.

He smirked. “Perhaps.”

“What a horrible invasion of privacy,” you snickered, giving him a playful peck.

“You want to punish me for it?” He nipped at your lower lip and you grinned, pushing lightly on his chest.

“Enough you, I have to administer the antidote before my plant gets any sicker.”

“Good thing I already cured mine,” he teased, and you swatted him before slipping out of his arms.

“You're insufferable.”

“And you're adorable.”

You grabbed some items from the shelves and a watering can, then paused, turning to look at him, a deadly serious look on your face. “Can we get takeaway after this?”

He snorted, his heart doing a giddy little flip. “Of course we can.”

“No—but I think it’s important for you to remember how it’s your fault we’re in this predicament in the first place!”

“I beg to differ,” Draco says, opening the door with a flick of his wand and stepping out into the night. “I’m quite good at potions.”

You rush to slip after him before the door swings shut behind you with a heavy thud.

Prick.

You’re not sure why Draco really even gives a shit about this assignment. All he cares about is winning Quidditch matches and getting the hell out of this school.

And why should he care?

It’s not like anything bad will happen to him if he gets one bad grade. You, on the other hand, have a bit more to lose. As a trainee healer, you need to score well on the NEWTs this year to secure your spot in the coveted apprentice slots. Needless to say, failing your Potions final just simply isn’t an option.

The air outside is muggy and warm—an unusually humid night for early April. The sky is clear, though, boasting a bright full moon. A perfect night for harvesting a nocturnal plant. An owl hoots somewhere in the Forbidden Forest beyond, and the tall grass tickles your ankles as you make your way to the cluster of greenhouses on the grounds.

You yank on Draco's sleeve as he walks straight past the entrance to Greenhouse Three.

He shrugs off your hand and gestures impatiently to the latticed door. “Hurry up and open it.”

“One of us should stay on the lookout,” you huff. Your fingers brush your wand in your pocket. “I’ll go and grab the sample, and you signal me if there’s any—”

“Wait.” He stops you. “Why do you get to go inside?”

You stare at him, jaw slack. “Because I’m the healer?”

“Not yet, you’re not.”

Sometimes, you take comfort in your fantasies about Draco Malfoy.

You’re up to ten different ways you might be able to knock him off his broom. Make him suffer in a way he never saw coming. And thanks to that comment, you’re now trying to come up with the eleventh.

“Why don’t you be the lookout, and I retrieve the sample?” He asks pointedly.

You sigh, irritated. “Because, Malfoy, I don’t trust you to get an accurate sample, okay? You couldn’t even keep our original sprig alive long enough for us to use it tomorrow!”

“You know, that’s a good point.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Perhaps I don’t trust you, either. You know, we never did specify which of us was supposed to give the plant the appropriate amount of moonlight…”

You squint up at him. “Oh? We didn’t? That’s right. Maybe that’s because when we got assigned this potion, I stole the Snitch from under your nose at finals, and you didn’t speak to me for a week!”

Normally, you wouldn't complain about that. Being Quidditch rivals was one thing. Mouthing off to each other on the Pitch? That was a given. Outside of that, you didn't talk. It was a hard line.

That week just happened to be the one week you actually needed him to speak to you.

Because while he was busy trying to salvage his pride and keep his ego somewhat intact, you were actually doing all the heavy lifting for the assignment in Potions. The one Snape assigned to the both of you.

He huffs, irritated. He’s obviously annoyed you keep bringing that loss of his up, but you won’t stop anytime soon.

“We both go in, or I’m out," he says, his jaw set in determination.

You weigh your options. You could probably get the sample on your own, but you’re not willing to risk getting caught by yourself. If you get caught with him, you can do the obvious.

Blame him.

Turns out, it’s not much of a decision after all.

“Fine,” you mutter through grit teeth. “Let’s just get this over with.”

You unlock the door with a few precise spins of your wand and whisper the password low enough that Malfoy can’t hear it. The door unlatches with a hiss, and a warm, earthy smell hits you in the face. It’s familiar to you, and soothing in a way.

Malfoy shifts on his feet, eager to enter, but right before he pushes the door open, you bar his chest with your arm, wand at the ready.

You level his gaze. “Whatever you do—don’t touch anything.”

He scoffs, slipping past you and through the door with a flick of his robes. “Scared of a few plants, Nineteen?” He looks over his shoulder. “Bit concerning for a future healer and all. You might not make the cut.”

He shrugs with false sympathy before disappearing into the darkness beyond.

Nevermind. Gone are the thoughts of making his death a swift and easy one. Now, you’re envisioning something longer, slower, your hands around his neck—

You wonder if he begs half as prettily as he flies.

You’ve never really understood it.

The strange utopia that is Greenhouse Three. It’s always felt more like a portal to another dimension, rather than a plant nursery. But seeing it under the night sky is an otherworldly experience.

The tall domed ceiling stretches high above you, and dimmer disks fly from their assigned pots to line the narrow walkway upon your arrival.

There’s a silence about the place, but beneath it all, something living without breathing. As you walk among the taller plants lining the path, it feels like walking through a graveyard. But instead of the bones turning to dust under the earth—they’re watching.

The Nightbell Stalk lives all the way at the back of the greenhouse, in a secret locker called the Lumen Garden. You’ve never seen this garden, given the fact that it magically appears only when the moon is at its peak, and disappears again before the sun rises. Even despite the blatant breaking of curfew, you’ve been warned never to enter, given the dangerous nature of the plants one might encounter.

But, as they say, dangerous times call for desperate measures. Or, desperate times call for dangerous measures. Something like that.

All you know is it’s as desperate as it is dangerous, or you would never be so reckless.

Soon enough, the Lumen Garden door looms over you. It’s tall and black, and it sparkles in the light of the skimmer dimmers, like it’s made of crushed black diamond.

You turn to Malfoy. “Do you have it?”

He pulls an aged piece of parchment from his pocket. You reach for it but he snatches it back just in time.

“I didn’t risk my life in the Restricted Section, so you could show off your poor Mermish,” he says.

“‘Risking your life,’” you roll your eyes, unimpressed. “As if you don’t practically live there. Get on with it, then.”

He clears his throat. You try not to watch the way his fingers carefully unfold the paper, holding it like it’s something valuable. He’s always been like that when it comes to ancient scripts.

“Vaelith mora selune,” he whispers.

By moonlight reveal.

Your pulse leaps as the scrape of stone on stone reverberates throughout the silent room, bouncing off the glass panes above you.

As the stone door rolls back, it reveals a room so beautiful it nearly takes your breath away.

Opal stones guide you forward, leading to a circular pool in the center. The water lies perfectly still, glassy and undisturbed, yet the plants rooted beneath its surface sway gently in some unseen current.

Overhead, moonlight spills through the curved glass dome, and the panes are cloudy on purpose, filtering and diffusing the moonlight into something stronger and more even. 

You tiptoe onto the landing, barely noting the black mossy walls surrounding you before the stone rolls shut behind you. Malfoy’s polished shoes click decisively down the opal stones, not the least bit fased.

You swallow and follow after him. Mist rises up from the pond, and when you lean closer, curiosity pulling you in, you catch sight of movement. Thin, glowing threads streak by under the glassy surface. Jilly bugs. They help the plants thrive in the lowlight conditions.

“Keep up, will you?” Draco hisses, drawing your attention to him.

He’s standing over a garden bed beyond the pond, half swallowed by the shadowed wall behind him.

These nocturnal plants only bloom at night, and they die without it. Because of this, these plants have different colors than normal ones. Most of them are varying shades of black, purple, or blue, evolved to camouflage with the night or their natural habitats.

As you step closer, the vines come into view. There are tons of them, growing along a nearly imperceptible trellis that spans the full length of the back wall, their long stems twirling and looping, spilling out across the floor and crawling up the dome above.

You’re just reaching his side when something moves out of the corner of your eye. Your head whips towards the wall, eyes narrowing through the gray haze.

But there’s nothing. Just vines, their leaves sitting so still they could almost pass as wax.

“Where’s the bloody vial…?” Draco mutters to himself, patting down the pockets of his robes.

His features catch the light as he looks down. Your eyes drift over the edge of his nose, the slope of his brow, that strong jaw. You look away when his chin tips up.

Reaching into your pocket, you retrieve the small glass bottle, holding it out for him to see.

Draco frowns. “Thief.”

You shrug, glancing down at the Nightbell Stalk in front of you.

It’s a deep violet, with small, downward-facing flowers. Inside each one, the stems glow a faint gold. You can smell the nectar from where you stand--sweet, like honey, but heavier. Thicker.

When Malfoy reaches for the vial, you snap it back in the last second.

“I’m doing it,” you say.

“Like hell you are.” He scoffs. “Just because you’re a healer doesn’t give you the right to fuck this up. It’s my project too, you know.”

Anger sparks in your gut and you turn on him. “You haven’t given a shit about this potion the entire semester, and I’m supposed to believe you actually care now? Besides, you don’t have the experience required—”

“Oh, I have the experience. Stand aside.” He reaches for the sample vial. “I can handle something as simple as—”

You snatch it back again. “Oh, so you know that the bells ring when disturbed, so you only touch the stem. Did you know that Malfoy?”

“I—yes! I know more than—”

“So, obviously, you’d be cautious around the petals, since they’re so sticky they can leave a residue on your hands for a week.” Your lips set in a taunting line and narrow your eyes at him. “But you knew that, huh?”

Draco glares down at you. “I’m well aware of the difficulties with this plant. And by the way, I suggested this plan. So, I’ll do it.”

Your argument continues, words overlapping, while your voices ring eerily loud in the silence of the greenhouse.

Push, pull, counter, strike.

You fight the same way you fly on the pitch, chasing the same goal. Competitive to a fault.

The exact fault being that while the two of you are too busy arguing over who gets to hold the stem—and where the vial goes exactly—you don’t realize one vine unfurling from the wall behind you, growing curious in the moonlight.

“My hands are steadier,” Draco says from his place over your shoulder.

You bite your lip, ignoring the way his breath ghosts across your ear, focusing your energy on getting the ingredient.

You accidentally graze the edge of the downward-turned petal with the rim of the glass and the flowers on the Nightbell Stalk ring softly.

“Shit,” you mutter.

“You know it’s true,” he continues, voice low. “How many times have you lost the Snitch because of your poor grip, hmm? I haven’t. Not once.”

With one sharp movement of your fingers, you scoop up the drop of nectar from the stems inside. It slides down the glass, glowing a deep orange. Satisfaction curls warm under your ribs like your feline familiar back in your dorm room.

You grin. “Got it.”

Reveling in your win, you turn, ready to shove your success in his face, but the movement only presses your back further into his chest.

“Move, would you?” You bite, trying to slide around him, but the tight space doesn’t allow for much wiggle room.

He shifts to let you through, but the narrow corridor between the wall and the garden bed seems to get tighter with his body pressed against yours. Somewhere, your feet get tangled and he stumbles, sprawling back against the garden bed, which pushes you flat against the ivy wall, glaring up at him.

His head blocks the moonlight, his silhouette falling over you like a living shadow. His lips part like he might say something, and you find yourself leaning forward, waiting breathlessly, when something brushes your ankle.

You leap forward. Draco’s arm wraps around you out of instinct. The two of you stare at each other before he seems to remember who you are and drop his arm like you’ve burned him.

“Throwing yourself at me, are you?” He drawls, breaking the silent tension.

“No!” You look down at the ground, but there’s nothing there. Just mossy stone under your feet, the shadow of the vine wall at your heels. “Something just…grabbed me.”

Draco shakes his head and shoves past you. “It’s always drama with you, isn’t it?”

“I’m serious!” you snap. “It almost tripped me!”

“Ah, yes. Do me a favor and twist that pretty little ankle would you? Just secure me a win next match, thanks.”

His words make you pause, forgetting all about the mysterious touch. A smile steals across your face before you can stop it. “So, you admit I need to be taken out for you to have a shot at the Cup, then?”

He spins on the spot, a shadow etched between his brows as he scowls at you under the moonlight. “You’re twisting my words.”

“I am not! Merlin, Malfoy, do you ever just shut up—” Something brushes your shoulder. You freeze. “What was that?”

To your surprise, Draco actually shuts his mouth to listen. There’s nothing. No frogs, no crickets, no owl, no water dripping, no jilly bugs splashing in the pond.

It’s…silent.

Suddenly, something moves above you. Both your gazes jerk up at the same time. A leafy vine—so green it’s almost black—drops down from the wall and brushes Draco’s hair.

He flinches, and as the light catches on the small, glass-like beads growing between the leaves, your stomach drops.

You know exactly what that is.

The Veleroux Vine. Some call it Sirenlace. But it’s best known for another name.

Sex pollen.

You recognize it from your studies. The pollen pods contain a powerful aphrodisiac, said to heighten biological desire to mate in extreme ways. The more you resist, the worse the fever gets, making you wild with lust.

“Draco—don’t touch—” You throw a hand out to stop him.

But it’s too late.

Malfoy rears back and slaps the invading greenery away like he’s swatting a fly.

Shit.

“Dammit, Malfoy, what did I say about not touching anything?” You shriek, surging forward and shoving at his chest. “Get away from th—”

The first bead snaps open in a plume of dust. Fear rushes through your limbs and you try to jerk the both of you away, but you’re not quick enough.

One after another, the pollen pods pop in sequence, traveling down the vine, dusting your hair, your robes, and filling the air.

You jerk back, furiously rubbing at your skin, but it’s no use. It settles on you like a thin glitter, small enough to even to slip into your pores.

“Oh, shit. Fucking—fuck. Fuck!” you holler, but you shouldn’t have opened your mouth. Now the back of your throat feels like when you stuck your head in the sugar jar as a kid.

Draco sends you a withering look, brushing down his robes. “Calm down, will you? Bloody hell—just a little plant dust.”

“Just a plant—” You scoff, throwing your hands up in the air. “Merlin help me, you can’t just fucking listen for one second. I know what I’m talking about! Hurry! We have to get out of here before it—”

The vine slips around your shoulder at the very same moment Draco glances down to find another one winding around his ankle.

“—grabs us,” you finish weakly.

You try to scramble away, but the leaves thread around your arm in a silky vice.

Draco curses loudly at the thing, hopping on one foot, losing his robes in the process of trying to extricate himself.

“You have the wrong…pair,” you tell the inky leaves while you fumble for your wand. “We aren’t—we can’t…do what you want.”

“It wants something?” Draco casts a disbelieving look at the vine now wrapped around his dark slacks, settling around his knee. “Merlin—what?”

“It wants us to have sex,” you say, matter-of-factly.

He looks at you like you’ve grown two heads. Then his gaze darkens, snagging on the way your hard nipples strain against your shirt.

Already? This shit works fast. You finally free your wand and cross your arms over your chest.

“Sex?” he sneers.

“Yes. It’s an aphrodisiac plant, native to rare jungles. Its job is to encourage mating between compatible species.”

“Compatible.” He scoffs. “You and me? Farthest thing from it.”

“It doesn’t know that..." You gasp as your wand is whisked out of your hands by a particularly strong leaf.

“Talk to it again. Tell it!” Draco shouts. He looks down and shakes his leg violently. The vine doesn’t budge. “Shit—just get it off me!”

Whispers of leaves dragging against stone make you turn to face the corner of the room behind you. A cluster of vines has begun to twist together, the husky hush of plants twining and looping filling the air. Vines slide across the floor, retracting into the dark corner, while more gather from the ceiling, shifting the beams of moonlight through the dusty air.

You inhale sharply. “Oh no.”

Draco curses somewhere behind you. “What now?”

“It’s building its nest,” you reply, eyes on the plant.

“It’s…what?”

You turn to see Draco fighting tooth and nail. He’s got his wand out now. Streaks of light bounce across the room, flames erupt in the air but they bounce off the leaves like they’re nothing but a few stray sparks. Across the room, past the pool, some of the other plants wither and shrink away from the light.

Adrenaline surges through you as your mind scrambles for a solution. You’re already beginning to feel it, a tugging deep in your core.

That familiar tight ache that blooms in the dark, alone, in your bed. But unlike then, right now, you can’t give into it. You try not think about how the longer you resist, the worse it will get. From your brief research, sex pollen isn’t fatal, but it certainly isn’t pleasant.

Unless you give in.

Then, of course, it’s rumored to be the best sex of your entire life.

You don’t have the luxury of finding that out.

There is an antidote, of course, but it is completely and totally, one-hundred percent, without a doubt—out of the question.

Sex with Malfoy? Not happening.

There’s only one answer. You have to escape.

Your gaze swings to the stone door, framed in elegant iron bars that allow climbers to reach moonlight.

Maybe if you could get out of the vine’s reach, it wouldn’t be able to chase you.

It only takes a second to form a plan.

Tipping back, you let your weight fall backwards into the vine, hoping to catch it off guard and force it to loosen its hold. Instead, you trip over a stray pot and go tumbling to the ground.

But before you hit the stone, the Veleroux is there.

Your breath catches, heart pounding, suspended in the air. Then the vine pushes gently into your lower back, guiding you forward util your feet find solid ground again. You stare, openmouthed, as the leaves brush along your leg, almost as if checking for injury, before nudging you toward the corner of the room.

“Oh, Merlin. Yes, I see your nest,” you say weakly, watching as the vine curls in on itself to form a sort of ball—more of a fist, really—and uses it to push softly against the heels of your shoes, urging you forward. It uncurls when you take a step, leaves fluttering as if pleased. Then it spins in the air, gesturing as if to say, look, I made this for you. A cozy, safe place to mate. “Very nice. Lovely, really. But you see, we can’t—”

“Blimey! Get back!” Draco’s voice interrupts your one-sided conversation.

You look over your shoulder, wobbling a bit as the plant continues to nudge you towards the silky hammock in the corner. He’s covered in vines, now. His wand has fallen somewhere off to the side, out of both your reach. He’s still flailing, hair mussed, trying and—failing— to break free.

You look down. The vine’s not even holding onto you anymore. Is it because you’re not fighting as hard?

You take a step towards the door. Nothing happens. You take another, and the vine edges closer. On the third, it finds your ankle again. But it doesn’t squeeze you or cinch tight enough to sting. It just curls softly around your leg, firm enough to stop you from running, but gentle enough that you start to suspect it doesn’t want you damaged.

Malfoy, on the other hand, looks almost black and blue.

“Stop!” You call. “The harder you fight, the tighter it tries to hold you. Just—watch. Walk towards me.”

“You’re insane. You know that?” he spits. But his eyes catch on your vineless body anyway.

“Trust me, Malfoy.”

That’s a phrase you never imagined yourself saying to him.

“It doesn’t want to hurt us,” you whisper. “I don’t think.”

He shakes his head. “That’s not good enough for me.”

Despite his words, Draco takes one step towards you. The vine’s hold loosens. Another step and it slips from his chest entirely.

“See?” you say, encouraged. “It’s biological nature is to keep its prey alive and well. It can’t force us to mate. It just…heavily suggests it.”

“Of course it doesn’t force it,” Draco sneers. “A plant can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.” But even as the words leave his lips, his eyes drop to the edge of your skirt. The hem suddenly feels six inches shorter, though you know it hasn’t shrunk.

Draco moves closer and the vines start to retreat, but he keeps a wary eye on them until they disappear into the Nest.

He glares at it, then at you. “What is that?”

“It’s a hammock,” you answer, eyes darting around for another escape route. “The vine thinks it will make us more comfortable. Since it’s not all over us anymore, I say we try to appease it. Just a little.”

“Appease it?” He gasps. “You want to—I can’t believe this. That—” he gestures towards the jumble of vines. “Could be a swan down comforter with silk sheets. I don’t care, I’m not going near it.”

You roll your eyes. “Merlin, you don’t listen. I’m not saying we go in the Nest. I’m saying we just…pretend. Then we can make a run for it.”

He doesn’t look convinced, so you turn to face him. “This plant spreads pollen to encourage mating, right? But how does it know when it’s worked? It’s not aware like we are.”

His eyes narrow. “Your point?”

“My point is…it’s pheromones, right? With our heightened hormones right now, we might be able to trick it into thinking we're on board, and it will let it's guard down.” Your stomach swoops with the words about to leave your tongue. “So maybe if you—if we—”

Draco’s eyes snap to yours. “If we what?”

His tongue swipes over his lower lip, leaving it glistening in the moonlight.

Stupid fucking pollen.

You swallow hard. “I think we should kiss.”

A beat of silence passes, the only sound your heartbeat kicking up, drumming in your ears.

“Fine,” he agrees.

That surprises you. You thought he’d gag at the very idea.

It must be the pollen, overriding his blatant hate for you and digging into his more urgent needs.

A shiver rolls down your spine at what those needs of his might be. You’re feeling it too, of course. The effect of being so close to him.

It’s only biological. To be drawn to a specimen of the opposite sex.

And why not Draco? He’s tall, healthy, miles of lean muscle. He smells good, and he’s not bad to look at. Especially when his eyes do that—flashing over at you thing, while his mouth quirks into a crooked smirk…

No other reason. Right?

You don’t have time to debate this, however, because Draco’s moving.

You’re vaguely aware of the vine brushing your ankle, keeping you steady as he crowds your space, and then—

Your lips meet his.

Your breath catches at the warmth you weren’t expecting. And that warmth…blooms. Your lashes fall shut as your whole body seems to sigh at the touch, like he’s the cure to the dull ache in your limbs, the antidote to the burning in your core. Just a gentle caress turns the sharp heat into a molten lava that invades your bloodstream.

He groans softly into your mouth, and the sound alone makes you gasp. Next thing you know, you’re pressed against his chest. Whether by his arms around you, or your own feet carrying you, or the stupid fucking vine playing matchmaker, all you know is he smells like green apples and teakwood. Cold luxury, but with a hint of…home.

At the first taste of his tongue, your stomach swoops dangerously. As he slants his mouth further, exploring, kissing you deeper, your heart feels like it’s beating as fast as a Snitch’s wings.

Your hands find his hair. It’s soft as silk between your fingers. A whimper escapes him and he breaks the kiss, head dropping back instinctively.

You watch through half-lidded eyes, taking in the way his wet lips gleam in the moonlight, blond lashes fluttering.

Merlin, he’s gorgeous.

His throat bobs on a swallow, and before you know it, your mouth is on his neck. He lets out a choked sound, something between a gasp and a groan, before jerking suddenly in your hold.

You stumble away, already missing the heat of his hands, lips buzzing like you’ve just downed a shot of fire-whiskey.

It’s him, you realize. He’s your drug. And when he lurches backward, breathing hard, you feel as if he’s just taken your last fix.

His eyes stay pinned on you as he retreats. The vine stops him with a gentle pressure at his back, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. He lets it guide him toward the nest, stopping just beside it, his back hitting the wall.

You scramble back until your heels knock into the stone wall opposite him. The Nest sits between you, off to the right, tucked in the dark corner of the room.

“Brilliant plan,” he grits out. “Bloody brilliant.”

And you’re back to square one.

“Ah!” Draco shouts, pointing at his wand lying on the ground between you. “You crossed the boundary.”

“I did not!” you snap at him, eyes flashing. “I was just adjusting. My foot kicked it accidentally—shit—would you just shut up? Your voice makes it worse.”

Over the last several minutes, you and Draco have tried everything under the sun to escape. The farthest you ever made it was all of ten feet. You did manage to retrieve Draco’s wand, though. Which then started the slew of fire spells, sharp object summoning charms, and so on. An earthquake hex was threatened, but that could’ve brought the whole school down, so you couldn’t risk that.

Although it was considered for one brief—and selfish—moment.

But none of it did a thing.

Turns out, this plant has some sort of magical resistance. It’s so bad that he couldn’t even make a force field or proper line divider between you, so he placed his wand there instead.

You’ve slowly slid down into a heap on the floor, attempting to make yourself smaller, as if that might ease the ache building deep in your core. It’s relentless, hot and gnawing, and you know it’s only going to get worse if you don’t come up with another plan soon.

Draco’s sitting now too, half draped in shadow. His arms crossed over his crisp white button-down, and he’s still glaring at you as if this is all your fault. The one knee strategically placed in front of his groan is the only sign you’ve gotten that the pollen is effecting him at all.

Bastard.

His tie is loose though, and his hair is tousled. Like it always is after a match. There’s no wind in here though, just the whisper of leaves and the steady drip of water.

No. Your hands are the only thing to blame for that.

Shit.

Now all you can think about is how soft his hair felt, how easily your fingers sank into it, and all the ways you could drag him closer by it, yanking his hot, wet mouth to your—

“What did I tell you about thinking those things?” Draco says. You peek up to see his head hit the wall, eyes sliding shut.

“I’m not thinking anything—”

“Stop lying, Nineteen.” His nostrils flare, and his eyes snap open. Somehow, his pupils have grown even larger. “You're so wet I can practically taste it from here.”

Merlin. Your thighs press together instinctively.

“I’m not thinking anything that has to do with you,” you snap. “Except how much I hate you. How much I despise your face, how much I want to steal that Snitch from you every damn day, and how if I had to be here, I would rather it be anyone else other than you!”

Your chest heaves as you catch your breath. But the way he looks at you makes your pulse spike all over again.

“Is that right?”

His cheeks are flushed, the same way they are when he’s hot on the Snitch’s trail. Your slick walls flutter at the sight. You’ve always thought he looked good like that. All sweaty and warm, hair stuck to his forehead, eyes bright with a fire that matches yours.

Not that you would ever tell him, of course.

“Who would you want instead?” he rasps. “Montague? Flint? I see the way you look at them on the pitch.” He looks away for a second and drags his knuckles across his lips before his gaze snaps back to yours.  “Lucky for you, you’re trapped here with someone who can show a little restraint.”

You bark out a laugh. “You think you’re the only one here with restraint? Take one step toward me, Malfoy, and I swear I’ll hex you.”

He grunts. “You don’t have a wand.”

Your head tips back with a quiet groan, your clit aching to be touched. You make another weak attempt to get away, but the vine catches you.

It doesn’t snap, claw, or hold you against your will. Rather it settles around your shoulders, brushing a waxy leaf along your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear before retreating again, as if to say, Stop fighting. Just look at him. Don’t you want to?

And somehow, that’s worse.

Because you do.

Badly.

You find yourself looking at his hands. Your gaze drifts over the curve of his palms, the long lines of his fingers, the tension there, the veins, the control he’s barely holding onto and—you’re salivating.

Snap out of it.

“It’s so hot in here, f-fuck,” you whine, pawing at the collar of your shirt.

Draco eyes lock on you fingers. “Take that off and I swear—don’t.”

But your tie feels like it’s choking you, and your pulse booms in your ears. Your fingers keep loosening it. Draco curses.

You whimper. “That’s not fair, you took yours off!”

“Stop talking. Merlin, just—” he cuts himself off with a rough breath, his large palm grinding down into his erection beneath his slacks. “Shut up.”

You try to stay quiet. You really do.

But every shift of your body sends heat spiraling lower, making it harder to think. Every brush of your thighs squeezes your swollen clit, and has you gasping into the wall behind you.

Draco’s breathing is uneven now, too, echoing faintly off the stone. He hasn’t been able to keep his hand off his dick, still hidden under his clothes.

Not that you’ve been watching.

“I think—‘ you swallow. “I think I have a plan.”

Draco moans. “Fine. Enlighten me.”

“Remember what I said about the pheromones?” You manage. “It’s clear kissing wa—shit—wasn’t enough. Maybe…” Your eyes drop to his erection.

“No.”

“Draco, we’re going to have to touch ourselves. It’s the only way.”

You expect him to be glaring at you, but when you look up, his eyes are on your legs—that bare skin between your shoe and your skirt.

“Fine.” His throat bobs on a swallow. “You first.”

You barely have time to debate the ramifications of your actions. Your body burns, thick pressure building low and sharp.

You slip your hand under your skirt, straight under your panties. You inhale shakily, trying to steady yourself, but when your fingers meet a slickness like nothing you’ve ever felt before, the breath leaves your lungs.

The sound of of your wetness fills the silence between you and Draco makes a low, strained sound.

You glance over at him and immediately wish you hadn’t.

He’s taken his cock out, and he’s stroking it from base to tip. It’s long. Thick enough to fill up his palm, and veiny. The tip is darker than the rest, and you just know, if you were to take him in your mouth and suck—you’d feel his heartbeat against your tongue.

His jaw is tight, eyes half-lidded, like he tried to close them but his body won’t let him. When he sighs and bucks his hips into his own fist your mouth runs dry.

Whatever cavern of distance used to exist between you is crumbling now. It’s being burned away. There’s no space for it in this heat, this constant pull towards each other. Your skirt rides higher up on your thighs, and the cool air brushes your wet inner thighs.

After a minute, the relief starts to fade. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus. But your body won’t cooperate. Your hips jerk back from your own touch, your clit bordering on overstimulation. You frown, plunging two fingers inside yourself to rub the ache away. But they feel like cold pencils in your pulsing channel.

The heat drags through your veins like hot cotton, begging for a deep release. But every brush of your arms against the cold stone behind you makes your elbows start to itch, and your very skin start to feel like a husk.

You need water. No—not water.

You need him.

It’s almost as if your body is punishing you for doing it to yourself.

“It’s not w-working,” you whimper, helpless.

Draco groans, his frustration evident in the bulging vein in his neck. His cock looks so angry in the dim light. He bites his lip in determination, and you watch his fist grip tighter. He only gets to three more strokes before he’s hissing with discomfort.

“There’s got to be another way,” he rasps, his hand dropping away.

You huff, so needy you’re almost on the verge of tears. “I’m thinking!”

“Well, think harder.”

You glare at him, dimly aware of how on display you are right now. Legs open and spread towards him, skirt barely concealing the way your fingers move against yourself. “Maybe I could if you could just shut your mouth for one damn second!”

His voice is not helping. All low and deep, with a hint of a rasp curling around his accent, making your belly tighten.

In fact, none of this is helping. Silence fills the space between you, only broken by uneven breathing and the quiet rustle of the Nest.

When his eyes drop to your dripping cunt and you don’t even have the decency to close your legs, it’s like the pollen has overridden your higher thinking. Your knees widen instinctively, begging for him to look. To touch…

Your composure slips further. And when he licks his lips, your lips actually part in preparation to ask for him.

Merlin, if this keeps up much longer, you’re not above begging if that what it takes. And begging Draco Malfoy for anything is beyond the lowest you’d ever thought you’d go.

You work yourself harder, but your fingertips feel like sandpaper against your soft folds, even as your arousal continues to leak steadily from you, your pussy desperate to be filled.

But that feels impossible.

A tear slips from the corner of your eye, and you’re helpless to stop it. You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your face away from him, still chasing any kind of relief, begging for it to feel like something worth grabbing onto.

Somewhere, distantly, you think Draco might be saying something, but you’re not sure what. Your body’s honed in on the vibrations of his voice, the way he smells—

“Nineteen.”

Hearing your nickname snaps you back to reality.

You open your mouth to answer him, but no words come out. Little gasps punch out of your parted lips, hips twisting  and writhing, searching for friction. For heat. For him.

“Tell me,” he says firmly.

You turn your head. You can barely see him, your eyes refusing to open more than a sliver. He’s leaning forward now, one knee planted on the ground.

“W-what?” you rasp.

“Your plan—the pheromones—shit.” Then, quieter, he adds. “Tell me how to make it stop hurting you.”

Your eyes snap to his. He’s watching you with that sharp focus you’ve always admired about him. The look that says nothing is getting in the way of what he wants.

You’re not sure exactly what makes him give in.

Maybe it’s the way your breaths come in soft pants that make the rise and fall of your breasts visible beneath your loosened tie. Maybe it’s the way your eyes drop to his lips, his neck, your tongue running over your teeth like you’re imagining how he tastes. It might be the ways your hips slant forward, knees falling open, your body begging even if you don’t have the words to.

But he must see it.

Because, he just says, “Fuck.”

His shoulders catch the moonlight as he shrugs out of his shirt in one smooth motion. Lines of lean muscle come into view, and you feel as if you’ve been presented with a feast after almost starving to death.

Malfoy’s always had a very determined walk. A powerful stride, one that commands attention. You’ve seen in in the halls, backed by his loyal little following. You’ve watched him stride towards the Quidditch cup, shoulders back, chest high.

But right now—he’s not walking.

He’s crawling.

Towards you.

“Close your eyes. If it helps,” he says before his hand meets your ankle and he’s bowing in front of you.

Something deep in your mind catches on those words, but he’s yanking your panties the rest of the way down your legs, and the heat of his mouth against your core whisks your thoughts away.

The second his tongue finds your clit you can’t help but cry out. Your head tips back against the stone, the relief so immediate it’s almost staggering. Draco attacks you with warm, lascivious licks that aren’t meant to soothe, despite his words. They’re meant to claim.

Your hands dig into the mossy floor beneath you, arching your hips up for him. His strong, hot tongue parts your folds like it’s his life’s work. The view of his back muscles shifting and stretching in the moonlight as he makes out with your pussy is so seductive to you it’s nearly frightening.

In fact, it is.

Frightening.

“I hate you,” you grit out, not even entirely sure where it came from. Just a need to set things back in order, even as he’s unraveling you.

He groans against your clit, the vibration licking up your spine.

“Say it again.”

You gasp, caught between resisting and wanting more, even as your pelvis shoves forward and you grind into him like you’re in heat. His tongue dives lower and when his nose nudges your clit, you nearly scream. Your orgasm rises like something sharp. It’s so powerful of a burn, of an ache, you find yourself scrambling backwards in an attempt to get away from the promise of such delirious pleasure.

Merlin, you need it. More than you’ve ever needed anything in your entire fucking life—

It scares you how much.

But Draco just hums against the pulls on his hair and follows you anyway, scuffling forward on the stone ground, gripping your hips and spearing his tongue deep inside you.

“Malfoy, I’m gonna—oh, fuckkk—”

“That’s it,” he says, and the sound of him quietly speaking against your slick folds nearly does you in.  “Scream my name, Nineteen. N-need—fuck—wanna hear you say it like that.”

The soft rasp of his voice, and the two long fingers being pushed inside you send you straight over the edge.

The release pulls you under in waves. Dark, pulsing tidal waves that drive deep through your pelvis, erasing through your body until the pleasure nearly blinds you. You feel yourself going rigid in his hands, thighs trembling against his soft hair, but he just hauls you through it, like a lighthouse in a storm. Strong, steady, and never stopping until you’re jolting and gasping, crying out in relief.

But the second your orgasm fades, the heat rushes in again. The fever. It’s back, and with vengeance this time.

Sweat beads your forehead and your vision swims, but you look up just in time to see Malfoy scramble backwards like you burned him.

You frown. “Dra—what?”

He throws a hand out, pressing himself against the opposite wall.  “Don’t come closer.”

A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it. The heat is different now. Instead of feeling like a thread about to snap, your body has narrowed down to one singular need.

Breed.

Your fingers fly to your shirt without you telling them to, unbuttoning your shirt with ease. You feel the way your breasts move with your harsh breaths, but your gaze is locked on him. And when you drop down to all fours and slink forward, Draco looks like he’s going to have a heart attack.

“Merlin—I can’t.” he chokes out. “I can’t even think about it.”

Your gut feels like it’s been punched. Is he so disgusted by the thought that he can’t even look at you?

Does he truly not want you? Was that some sort of…pity—

You can’t even finish that thought.

You slink backwards until you’re half in shadow. He must see the look on your face because his head falls back against the wall on a groan. You can smell his sweat in the air and it’s making you downright feral even though you can barely look at him from embarrasement.

“I can’t think about it, because if I do, then I’ll do it,” he says. “And if I do it…I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

Control. That’s always been Malfoy’s vice, hasn’t it?

This situation is probably his worst nightmare.

Not for the first time, something plucks on your heart strings deep under your ribs. He’s scared of losing it? You can give it back to him.

Slowly, and with deliberate care, you cross the boundary. The wand clatters somewhere to the side. Draco watches as you crawl to him, his eyes raking over you, a mixture of pain and hunger in his eyes.

You can only imagine what you look like.

Hair mussed, left in just a lace bra and soaked panties, your skirt hanging loose on your hips.

“Then don’t,” you murmur.

Your voice is so quiet in the stillness, but it spears through him all the same. Your gazes click together like magnets.

He shakes his head, chest heaving. “You don’t mean that. It’s just the fucking plant dust—”

He stops short when your hands settle on his knees, gently forcing them apart to make room for yourself. Your breath catches when you drop your gaze to see his cock sitting heavy and hard against his lower stomach. It twitches under your watchful gaze and your mouth waters.

Carefully, you settle into his lap.

He exhales sharply, and his hands find your soft skin, undoing your bra before you can even blink. Testament to a lot of practice, you’re sure. 

You don’t have the strength to be self-conscious. You just need him. Now. Even so, somewhere through the lust-filled haze, you remember his words.

“The plant just lowers—” your breath hitches as his teeth find the soft skin of your neck. “—your inhibitions. It can’t make you fuck someone you don’t…w-want.”

“How do you know so much about this?” he groans into your hair. “Why are you so—”

“What? So smart?”

“You wish.”

The words barely brush your ear before you lean back to get a better look at him. You’ve barely straightened by the time his mouth is on your tits.

You cry out as he swirls his hot, greedy tongue around your nipples, sucking on the hard buds until you’re panting. Your clit swells and you bite your lip, threading your fingers through his hair. The first rock of your hips has you both groaning. 

You grind down on him again and you nearly black out at the feeling of his bare length sliding through your slick folds. You reach between you to tug his slacks down further. His balls are heavy in your hand, and he grunts, shoving himself up into you.

“Merlin—I can’t—” he chokes out, mouth leaving your tits as his palms fly up and dig into his eye sockets.

Without thinking, you lean forward and kiss his fingers one by one. His bare chest stutters against yours at the softness of it, and when you slip his thumb into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it eagerly, he drops his hands.

You look down to find him staring up at you with a familiar expression. You make that face. When you're seconds away from catching the Snitch.

You swear you can feel every vein in his dick, so hot and hard against you as you grind your slick cunt against him. It’s instinct to drop your head and search for his mouth with yours, but you pull back at the last second. That last thread of lucidity coming back to haunt you.

This is your rival.

For a second you just breathe each other in, mouths parted, groaning and writhing into the other, but when the blunt head of his cock catches on your entrance, your hips react on their own—circling, pelvis arching, body begging in a primal, secret language you don’t fully understand.

And he moves with you—meeting you there with the deep urges of his own.

His hips don’t snap into you, brutal and deep. Instead, they slide. Back and forth. His hands clamp onto your hips, holding you still in his lap as he eases the tip in and out, letting your slick coat him until you’re ready to take the whole thing. 

The way his body moves speaks to something primal and powerful in you. How his sweaty muscles bunch and tense, and his hands dig into your skin at your hips, your thighs, your waist— it’s better than anything you could’ve imagined.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” he growls into your ear.

You nod frantically, clenching around him.

In one long thrust, Draco fills you up. The stretch is breathtaking. Literally. He’s so long that his tip kisses your cervix with every thrust, sending you mewing and clawing at his hair, his shoulders, just to stay afloat through the pleasure.

He’s not fairing much better.

He’s growling and moaning, his cock jerking desperately in your slick walls as he pulls back just far enough to yank your hips back down to meet his.

Sounds spill out of you. They might be words, you’re not sure. But the next thing you know, cold stone meets your back, and Draco’s warm body is spread out over you. His thrusts grow heavier and deeper. You can feel the way your body tries to hold onto him, clenching and fluttering desperately, even as your arousal makes it easy for him to slide so deep.

You’ve never been this wet in your life. And now, you’re wondering, if it’s from the pollen, or if it’s just from him. Because you’ve never had sex this good, and that’s saying something.

Your bodies just…move together. Like they’re one of a kind puzzle pieces meant to fit. The give and take is so instinctual it’s almost unbearable how good it is.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” Draco pants, a lock of hair falling over his sweaty brow. “Knew you would.”

You throw your head back, your ankle finding solace in his lower back, sealing him to you and begging for more. Your body gives into the heat, the pleasure cresting and pulling you into something dangerously strong. So strong you’re worried your body might not survive it.

“So pretty on the pitch,” he groans, seemingly unable to stop from talking. “Merlin, I just—I lose the bloody Snitch every time you look at me.”

That does it.

Your orgasm rushes through your body like lightning. Your spine snaps straight, muscles clenching down with a pulse you feel everywhere. A moan leaves your chest, so loud you’ve probably woken the whole damn castle, but you’re too gone to care.

Draco makes a rough sound against the skin of your neck. “Holy—fuck, I’m gonna—where should I—”

“Inside,” you gasp. “Please. Please, Draco. I need it. P-please—”

“Ah, fuck—” His mouth seals against your throat, nose brushing the pulse point below your ear. “Need you.”

He jerks hard, once, twice, and then he’s spilling inside you. Your body seems to understand, back arching, pulling him deeper with your ankle as he stills and lets out a groan that curls low in your belly, and will certainly live on in every wet dream you have from here on out.

The fever fades like a receding tide. You blink, slowly coming back to yourself. Your clit is throbbing, and your pulse is still hammering, but strangely you feel...lighter somehow.

Like maybe the last few years of tension between you and your rival finally needed to snap.

You turn to him. He’s on his knees, breathing hard, buttoning up his pants. He looks up at you, and something in his eyes softens.

“What did you mean?” You find yourself asking. “When you told me to close my eyes earlier?”

He shrugs, reaching for his shirt.

“Well, you said you’d rather be here with anyone else. I just—” he looks away, suddenly seeming very interested in the way the Nest is unraveling like it did its job, and the stray vine that’s currently retrieving his wand for him.

You don’t let him finish.

You lurch forward and grab his face, pulling his lips to yours.

This time, he doesn’t hesitate a second before meeting your mouth. He kisses you back, long and hard, digging his fingers through your hair to pull you closer. You exhale into it, something long unsaid passing between you.  But it’s not enough. You still need to say the words.

So, you break the kiss first. He blinks down at you, eyes dark, hair mussed.

“I only think about you, Malfoy,” you whisper in the shared air between you. “On or off the pitch, it’s only you.”

He leans down and brushes his lips across yours. “I still hate you, Nineteen.”

You reward him by deepening the kiss. He answers it, slower this time, but no less intense. When he finally pulls back, you’re already smiling.

“Say it again.”

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