yea

only then did he break the kiss, pulling back to search your expression for any signs of discomfort, “is this okay?” he whispered softly, his hand still hovering over the metal button of your jeans.

you nodded and scratched your nose nervously, avoiding his concerned gaze as you muttered, “i just have to warn you, i’m not experienced at this stuff... like, at all.” and watched as his eyebrows furrowed, “what do you mean, [y/n]?”

“it’s just that- that i haven’t done any of this before.”

his brown eyes went wide, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand going still, “come again?” he choked out, “does that mean you’re…?”

you nodded sheepishly, feeling heat creep up the back of your neck and spreading across your cheeks, giving it a deep amber color, “yes, Blaise. that means i’m a virgin.” you blinked up at him, letting out a hard breath.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes and gulping hard. seeing his reaction made you panic so you started to sit up, “listen, i know this changes a lot of things but-“ you were cut off by his hands pushing you back down.

propping himself on his elbows above you, he kissed your cheek gently, resuming his previous ministrations and trailing his kisses down your neck until he reached your ear, ”oh, this changes everything, sweetheart.” he whispered, sucking a purple patch onto the soft skin, his hand slithering back down to the hem of your jeans. “let me show you, ‘ight?”

the boy waited for your nod of approval, then unzipped your jeans and slowly pulled it off your slightly clammy legs, leaving soft kisses over the hem of your panties. your eyes were trained on him, closely observing every single one of his moves.

“have you ever touched yourself before?” he muttered the question into the hot skin of your inner thigh, your breath slightly hitching in your throat.

“yes.”

he smirked at your answer, sat up and positioned himself at the headboard. “that’s my girl. come on then, show me how, baby.” he gestured with his head, his chin pointing at his spread legs; inviting you to sit there.

you hesitantly sat up and crawled between his stretched legs, leaning into him. you looked behind your shoulder timidly, and gave the boy an expectant look, waiting for him to elaborate.

“go on, my love. show me how you like to be touched,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, hands bracing you by your waist, ”so i’ll know how to do it too.” you gulped as he slowly unbuttoned your shirt, revealing your heaving, lace-clad chest, “you think you can do that for daddy?”

you suppressed the whimper that was about to topple out of your mouth, hearing the boy refer to himself like that catching you off-guard but still, not mindig it in the slightest bit. instead of answering verbally, you pressed the pad of your middle finger onto your clit and started massaging it, alternating between slow and broad circles, and faster but smaller ones. breathless moans left your lips as you continued your ministrations, feeling Blaise’s hot breath prickling the equally hot skin of your shoulder.

“take this off, will you?” he asked -more like ordered-, the tip of his fingers gracing over the lace trimming of your panties. you did as you were told, ridding yourself of the damp fabric and discarding it somewhere in the tangled sheets.

your fingers returned to their original spot, whimpering at the raw contact, the pleasure you were giving yourself intensifying substantially.

“you’re doing such a good job [y/n]. now put your fingers inside baby, let me see that pretty pussy stretched out for me.” you heard Blaise husk from behind you, the outline of his hard-on prominently pressing into your lower back.

without giving it a second thought, you gathered the wetness seeping through your folds and pushed two digits into yourself, moaning as your back arched, your bladebones pressing into Blaise’s chest, his hands findig home inside the cups of your bra. your breaths hollowed more and more by the second as you curled your fingers inside yourself, the lewd sounds of your sopping cunt lingering with both of your moans filling the dorm.

you found yourself feeling featherbrained, your eyes drifting to the back of your head and you were so wasted in pleasure that you didn’t even notice Blaise’s hand glissade down where yours was working furiously, pressing his thumb onto your bundle of nerves, soothing the burning ache by repeating your movements from a couple minutes before.

you whined at the sensation, your g-spot getting stimulated from the outside as well as the inside making the bubbling in your stomach increase as you turned your head to the side, gazing at your boyfriend through hooded eyelids, your pupils completely blown with lust.

“don’t look at me like that. you look like a lost puppy,” the corners of his plump lips curled into a sly grin as he thought for a moment, “daddy’s little bitch.”

suddenly, he forcibly pulled your fingers out of you, the feeling of your quickly fading release making you cry out, “don’t fuss baby, i’m right here.” he softly cooed and with that, he replaced your digits with two of his own; his much longer, thicker fingers stretching you out deliciously and reaching all the well-hidden nerves you didn’t even know existed. “does that feel good, pup?” he whispered, already knowing the answer, and letting out a chuckle as he felt you furiously nod against him.

the tightness in your abdomen soon returned, your hands tightly grasping his flexing lower arm as you braced for your quickly approaching high. it didn’t go unnoticed by Blaise, so he sped up the thrusting of his fingers, his other hand snaked its way back up your quivering body, lightly enclosing around your neck so he could effortlessly tilt your lolling head back, his mouth hovering over your ear, “make a mess for daddy, [y/n].”

you didn’t need to be told twice. the bubbling feeling in your tummy boiled over, hotness spreading across your whole body as you came hard, your release dripping onto the silk sheets below you. soon, the boy pulled out and brought his fingers up in front of your face, showing you the way your glistening cum dripped off his fingers, “that was so fucking hot,” he whispered, softly kissing the skin below your ear, “i swear i’m going to ruin you one day.”

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Draco finally got both your shoes off, your toes wiggling in your tights as they thanked you for finally releasing them from their tight confidements. You watched your blond boyfriend move around the room to place your shoes neatly by the door before he peeled his robes and shoes off too, putting them away also tidily.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty, darling,” Draco muttered, shooting you a look as he climbed onto his bed, his back against the headboard as he grabbed his book off of the bedside table. “You gonna sleep?”

“No, just lay here,” you murmured back, your fingers fiddling with the detail of his silk bed covers. “I just want to… reflect on my day.”

“Oh, that meditation thing you’ve been doing?” Draco hummed, not lifting his eyes from his book as he stretched his legs out, them resting by your head from where you were curled up at the bottom of his bed.

“Reflecting is not necessarily meditating, Draco,” you reminded him for the hundredth time. “Just because you have no thoughts whatsoever.”

“I have no thoughts?” Draco glanced over, raising his eyebrows at you.

You giggled. “Yeah - I bet it’s just lift music in your head.”

“Lift music?” Draco repeated, confused.

Your eyes lit up - another fact you could give him. You loved how confused he looked whenever you told him about the other world he had grown up despising. You adored the way he asked questions and pretended not to be interested sometimes.

“A lift is a Muggle invention. It’s a metal box thing that replaces stairs sometimes; you get in, press which floor you want and it takes you up or down,” you explained to him, “And there is music inside it sometimes. And it’s really slow and…” You noticed the weird look on Draco’s face, your voice fading away. “Never mind.”

“I don’t get it,” Draco hummed before turning back to his book.

It made you giggle and shake your head. You closed your eyes soon after, just thinking. About Draco, about the homework Snape had set you, the Hogsmeade trip you planned to go on with Pansy next weekend…

You can feel his eyes on you.

Your own peel open and you turn to face him. “What?”

“My book’s shit,” he admitted.

“You’re halfway through it.”

“Yeah, and it’s shit.”

You frowned, your eyes moving from his face to the cover of said shit book. “I recommended that to you,” you pouted slightly.

“Which is why, as you can see, I’ve tried to like it - but I can’t,” Draco said, placing the book back down onto the bedside table. “It’s boring. And I’m bored.”

“How?” You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Classes literally ended twenty minutes ago max.”

Draco shot you a look. “So? I’m still bored.”

“Too bad, I’m -”

“You’re meditating, I know.”

“It’s not - Ugh, whatever. Yes, I’m meditating, so leave me alone,” you replied, rolling your eyes before closing them yet again.

There was more silence. Draco seemed to respect your wishes, not saying another word. All you could feel was the silk sheets beneath your body, all you could smell was Draco’s scent and the fresh fragrance of his bed covers, and all you could hear was the sound of your breathing and Draco’s - as well as the sound of him adjusting himself on the bed a little bit.

You wished you could stay like this forever. After the long day you’d just had, this was the perfect way to end it. Maybe some cuddles from Draco would make it better, but that could come a bit later, maybe after dinner.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a weight above your legs. Your eyes cracked open and you glanced down, your brows furrowing at Draco. He wasn’t even looking at your face, he didn’t say a word, but he reached for your skirt and flipped it above your stomach, pulling your tights and panties down in one go.

“Draco -” You were cut off by his cold finger sliding up through your folds.

“Shh,” Draco muttered, still not even glancing at you, too focused on what was between your legs. “Go back to your meditating. I’m just… entertaining myself.”

You couldn’t complain with that. You found yourself complying, your head tilting back so you were facing the ceiling, your eyes closing. You weren’t really wet, much to Draco’s dismay, but you soon felt him spitting on your clit and felt it drip down your folds. His fingers slid it around, knocking purposefully at your bundle of nerves and causing arousal to spike through you.

When you felt yourself begin to get wet, your clit throbbing beneath his lazy, aimless touch, you couldn’t help but open your eyes, glancing down at him. He wasn’t even sitting between your legs - just beside you, his hand reaching for your cunt like he was half-heartedly playing some sort of game.

Draco’s silver eyes were entranced by your cunt, his fingers experimenting as they changed direction, moved about, all so agonisingly slow. After a minute of the torturous pace, his eyes flickered up to you and he lifted his hand towards your face.

“Wanna taste?” He asked as if he was talking about sharing food.

You opened your mouth anyway, two of Draco’s fingers slipping inside. You sucked around his digits, your tongue being invaded by your own taste - a taste that Draco insisted he could never get enough of. He pulled his hand away when you were done, looking back down at your cunt and beginning to rub again.

“Draco,” you whispered desperately as he hit the right place.

He glanced back up at you, smirking a little. “Does it feel good?” He murmured, voice deep and barely above a whisper.

“Mhm,” you mumbled back, eyes clenching shut again.

His mouth touching your cunt nearly made you jump. Everything about what he was doing was so lazy, as if he had all the time in the world and he wasn’t there to make you cum but to just satisfy his own boredom and curiosity. Maybe that was the only reason he was touching you like this, but either way, you liked it. You liked the teasing nature of the whole thing, even though it was tortuous how slowly his tongue came out to lick up your folds.

Everything inside you wanted to wither and grab at his hair and tug, begging him to go faster, but you refrained; your hands remained gripping the sheets beside you, your small whimpers that made Draco’s cock hard filling his bedroom.

His mouth was wet, a mixture of his own spit and your arousal, as it wrapped around your bundle of nerves, your back nearly arching as he began to suck softly. Your breath hitched, not used to the aimlessness of it all. It almost felt careless, but his hand on your thigh said otherwise as his thumb stroked circles against your skin.

Your lips pursed together, a moan threatening to leave your mouth as Draco sucked, his aristocratic-like lips working idly. His tongue peeked to swipe across you and this time your stomach clenched, your legs nearly clamping around his head. But Draco’s grip on your thigh tightened a bit in warning.

“Draco, please…” You whimpered, one hand going down to gently grasp at his platinum locks.

His head pulled away with your hand still in his hair, much to your dismay. He leaned his head against your thigh, staring down at your dripping cunt. His finger moved towards it and he circled your swollen clit, feeling your legs tremble slightly beneath him. Then his thumb came out and he rubbed it in small figure of eights, his breath still fanning you from where he used your thigh as a pillow.

“So pretty…” Draco muttered.

You swore if he didn’t start acting like his usual rough self then you were going to start crying. It was agonising, the way he seemed to not care. In a way, it felt degrading - like this was for him and not for you, and it only made you soak his fingers even further.

Draco’s mouth dived back in for your clit. It was like he was making out with it, his lips capturing it and sucking, his teeth grazing it slightly just to hear your small hisses and loud whimpers. His nose nuzzled against your mound, his hands still on your thighs.

When you looked down, all you could see was the slow bobbing of his head. His tongue was unmatched, skillful and taunting, slow and painful, and you would do anything to cum right now. Anything.

You could feel the tightening sensation in your stomach, your brain growing fuzzier and fuzzier as you acted with your hormones rather than your brain. Your hand gripped his hair tighter, your hips rolling for more, faster friction. You half-expected Draco to pull away from you and warn you to keep still, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“I’m gonna cum,” you admitted breathlessly.

Draco hummed against you, the vibrations making you cry out a little. You lifted your head back up to look down at him, finding his eyes already concentrated on you as he sucked your clit, rolling the knot between his tongue gently. You moaned loudly.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” you hissed quickly before your orgasm washed over you.

Draco helped you ride it out, his tongue lapping up every wave of arousal, his hands still brushing your thighs comfortingly. He even groaned around your clit, encouraging you as you rolled your hips, your legs trembling even harder. His name slipped past your lips several times as well as some curses, before you were left breathing heavily on the mattress.

A whine left you when Draco didn’t stop kissing your cunt. “Draco…” You jerked beneath him slightly. “I’m sensitive.”

“I’m bored,” he murmured back as he pulled away, his fingers working at your clit and making you yell out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

You knew for certain now; this was never about pleasing you, it was always about satisfying himself - and you knew you weren’t going to be let off the hook anytime soon.

Fred's lips twitched and curled up in a small smile as he spoke to you; he meant every single one of those words. Even the way you looked tempted to curl up in a ball and hide your curves was somewhat attractive to him. He was aware that the situation was probably difficult for you, but your timid trust in him still made his heart skip a beat.

"Sex doesn't need to be all about penetration, after all, you know?"

With gentle hands, he pulled you closer to him. Before pressing his lips against yours, he pressed them against your knuckles, an action which made you swoon and slightly relax. His words were quite nice to hear as well, and it was almost as if fear were slowly vanishing.

"Have you ever thought about masturbating? I've heard some people do it at the same time, you know?" Fred wrapped your bare body while his hands slid down to your waist. His touch never failed on gentleness, care, and respect; maybe being naked around your boyfriend was not that awful or disgusting. "Like, they watch each other."

The idea of doing that with you made his cock twitch, but he tried to brush it off, shifting uneasily on the bed. He knew he could not give off the impression he was desperate for an intimate moment with you, even though he was. That moment was entirely yours: he wanted to focus on your comfort and sexual awakening.

Regardless of how much patience he was giving you, your embarrassment washed over you in violent waves and you broke eye contact, staring out at the windows in the bedroom.

"I-I've never done that. I don't know how to." A burning warmth was the only thing embodying your cheeks, ears, and neck. You felt ridiculous, ready to put your clothes back on and be dumped.

"How about we learn it together, then?"

The next thing you knew was your back against his broad and strong chest, your frail-looking silhouette placed between his legs.

He had spread your legs a bit, which caused your intimacy to brush against the sheets and shivers to run down your spine. It was surprisingly delicious to be in that position, feeling those things and having his body so close, behind yours.

"How are we? Are we okay? Comfortable?" His concern shone through the questions he spilled out while gently scratching the outsides of your thighs. His eyes could capture all of your peach fuzz standing up, and he enjoyed it. He enjoyed knowing he would be the first person ever to make you feel that way.

Nodding at his question, you crooked your neck and looked up at him. His brown eyes had never looked at you so dotingly, and neither of your hearts had ever beaten so fast.

That was the moment when you would become entirely his.

So he asked if he could play with your body for a bit, and you allowed him to.

Fred showed no hurry in exploring your body for the first time ever. You noticed how his movements became even sweeter at that moment, tenderness overflowing from his touch as he grazed your skin with light fingers until they reached your breasts at last.

You expected him to start playing with your nipples right away, but he traced your areolas slowly, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. Despite your surprise and novel tingles, he kept going and, before you could even realize, anticipation was already building up in your core and your nipples were hard.

One of his hands left your skin without warning only to return to it seconds after: Fred now squeezed your cheeks slightly, parting your lips and freeing the saliva that had mindlessly gathered there. He gave you no time to feel embarrassed, once two of his fingers invaded your mouth and captured most of the warm liquid.

The next thing you felt was his wet fingers running over your erect nipples and your back arching after unknown fireworks exploded inside you. It was something you would not like to admit, but this felt more amazing than you could ever imagine.

The way he played with your nipples was indeed fantastic, but nothing compared to the way he showed you how to play with your clit.

"This will probably feel good, princess, but you can explore yourself better when you replace my hand with yours." His lips were pressed to your jawline one last time until you felt it.

Fred's fingers easily slid down your intimacy, your soaking wetness being the one to blame. A loud gasp escaped your lips and echoed in the room, a grin painting his lips after you unwittingly pressed your silhouette even harder against his.

"Start like that. Going up and down, you see?" His warm breath hit the shell of your ear and you fell short on breath once more. "Get your fingers nice and wet, it'll make everything easier."

A sudden kiss was laid on your skin, his breath still tickling your ear, bringing you closer and closer to something similar to a volcano erupting. Again, although that felt sensational, nothing could ever compare to what was yet to come.

"This lil' thing here is your clit, princess." Still with the assistance of his slender fingers, he started drawing tiny circles against your most sensitive spot. Fingernails dug onto his milky skin, eyelashes fluttered, and a mewl echoed in the bedroom. Your head fell backward and hit his shoulder, your tongue running over your dry and shaky lips.

Your sounds and actions traveled straight down to his cock, which was lubricated by his leaking precum and painfully hard. He would give anything to go against his speech and penetrate you as deep as he possibly could. However, he was content with simply attacking your exposed neck instead.

As he left purplish, small marks behind, he carried on with the circles on your clits. While your moans began to be frequent, that unexplored sound forced embarrassment to burn inside your chest again, and lust to rush within his veins.

Fred continued on masturbating you, and you continued on moaning until the moment your body trembled a bit too violently. It was crystal clear you were close to reaching your very first orgasm, which would not be delivered to you so easily.

His movements suddenly halted and your lips cursed profusely, anger bubbling up and splattering your recently discovered pleasure.

"You're in charge now, princess." The same slender fingers that were playing with your intimacy swiftly traveled up to your lips, wetting their exterior with your juices. There was something incredibly erotic about each and every single one of his actions, and you ached for more.

Running out of your control, your tongue ran across your moist skin, and your tastebuds exploded at the new sensation. Fred watched the scene, forgetting how to breathe and air leaving his lungs for a short while.

"You're such a good girl, princess. Do you think you can do it yourself?" His lips returned to the purplish marks previously left on your skin and deepened them with slow and sensual sucking gestures.

Weak and timidly, you nodded at his words and kept looking at him as your hand found your soaking intimacy. You mimed his actions and, much to your surprise, it still felt relatively delicious.

Resting your head against his body again, it did not take long for you to dwell in extreme pleasure just like it had happened before.

With warm cheeks, a frenetic heartbeat, lips constantly whimpering and flames embracing your heart, you explained innocently to him that your pleasure was getting out of your hands, too big for you to hold back. Fred smiled at your innocence, his cock begging for some release, and he glued his lips to your ear, whispering his next words.

"That means you're about to reach your orgasm and cum, princess. Do you think you can be a good girl and cum for me?"

That was all it took. In the blink of an eye, you cried his name several times and felt as if your body were being tickled and set on fire at the same time.

His strong hands kept your hips from buckling up too much and thighs apart, allowing you to feel your first orgasm to the fullest.

After some instants, you were back to Earth, trembling being reduced to short and weak spasms and whimpering being the only thing leaving your lips.

"You've been such a good, good girl. You've learned everything so well." He planted somewhat delicate kisses on your sticky forehead, fingers brushing up and down your skin, soothing your ecstatic body.

"D-Did I do a good job?" The question came from a place in your heart that you were unaware of its existence, but you enjoyed speaking like that. And, apparently, he enjoyed listening to you like that as well. "It felt amazing..."

"You did a fantastic job. I'm so proud of you, princess."

You hummed in response as you received another kiss. Fred used his hands to caress your face and place a lock of hair behind your ears. That moment had awoken something new inside of him, and he wanted to explore every single bit of it with you.

"I think you're ready to learn more one thing or two, aren't you, princess? Would you like to be a good girl for me?"

After you had gathered all of your inner strength, you managed to turn around, despite your wobbly legs, and press your lips against his in a peck.

"Yes, please."

"Thought so."

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he nodded his head, dipping his head down to plant a soft kiss on her lips. she responded eagerly into his touch, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and allowing him to take full control of the kiss. 

he led them both backwards toward the bed they shared, before he was laying her down onto the mattress in a seating position. 

when their lips had been disconnected, he looked down at her with his pupils blown and cheeks flushed to match her own. “go on, baby” he coaxed, watching as her head cocked to the side in question as to what he was asking, “lay on your back for me”

she obeyed.

within seconds, he was stripping her slowly of her clothes until she was left in only her black bra and panties. his eyes flashed at the sight of her, before he was crawling over her body and dipping his head down to suckle lovebites onto her neck, lapping his tongue along the skin just below her ear. 

she mewled at the feeling of his mouth on her, arching her back up into him. he welcomed her with a gentle coo falling from his lips, murmuring praises into her ear as he kissed up her jaw, before connecting their lips again. 

“such pretty noises, bunny” he said lowly against her lips as his hand trailed down her bare leg, with the summer air making the days longer and ultimately warmer — she was clad in an oversized shirt and a skirt.

she whimpered at the feeling of his skin on hers, with his thumb dipping into her inner thigh; dangerously close to where she needed him the most.

“please, george—need it” she crooned, aimlessly rutting her hips up into his touch before she felt the pads of his fingers toying with her clit though the thin material of her underwear.

he leaned down into her body, kissing her lips deeply before murmuring softly in her ear, “s’not my name right now, baby”

her stomach heated, a moan fell from her lips — before she was obeying and choking out an apology, a babble of ‘sorry, daddy..sorry”

she felt him smile against her neck, “good girl, so good for me, aren’t you; such a good little girl”

she whimpered again, both at the sounds of his praise and the feeling of his hands slipping her skirt and underwear down her legs.

the anticipation had her legs trembling.

she nodded her head, “good girl for you, daddy” she echoed, watching as he pulled away and hovered over her before he stepped off of the bed to remove the work trousers covering his long legs.

she bit her lip when she saw the bulge in his black boxers, her stomach lurching at the way he smirked down at her, before he was back on-top of her again.

“you okay, baby?” he asked, waiting for her to nod her head in consent before he was pulling himself free from his boxers.

his cock slapped up against his stomach angrily, the tip red and beading tiny pearls of precum as he brought his hand down to stroke himself lazily.

he could see her legs shaking, along with the rapid rise and fall of her chest. “what do you want, y/n?” he asked softly, watching her eyes flash. he waited.

she took a breath, before she was reaching out and enclosing her palm around him — her stomach fluttering with anticipation when she heard a low groan rumble from the depths of his throat.

“please, daddy” she whispered, watching the way he crumbled under her touch. within seconds, he was shifting above her and pressing the head of his cock against her slick heat, running it through her folds slowly.

she whined low in her throat, wrapping her legs around his waist and goading him further against her before she watched the tip of him disappear inside of her, filling her in the delicious way she had grown so familiar to.

he thrust his hips forward, fully sheathing himself inside of her core and relishing in the way her back arched as she took him.

his mouth fell open in a silent moan when she clenched her walls around his cock, before he was brushing a piece of hair out of her face gently,

“taking me so well, baby..” he groaned, feeling her heels dig into his back. “gotta loosen up for me though bub, gripping me like a vice”

she whimpered, “sorry, daddy..m’sorry” 

he smiled down at her as tears brimmed along her waterline, “s’alright, doing so good for me” he praised, bringing his lips down to kiss away the tear that rolled down her face before he was moving his hips into hers again — starting off slow at first, before she was whining for more.

“now, now sweetheart, let’s not whine” he cooed, his eyebrows furrowing as she clenched around him, “be good for me yeah?

she nodded, opening her lips to reveal her open mouth to him pout as he rutted his hips into hers, watching with confusion until she was blubbering for his fingers.

“want my fingers, baby?” he asked gently and she nodded her head, sticking out her tongue as he complied and pressed the digits into her mouth; automatically feeling her suckle it around her tongue.

“good girl,” he praised, watching as her eyes glimmered at his words before they closed again in pleasure when he started rutting into her harder. “that’s it baby, take my cock”

tears were pricking at her eyes as he fucked her, and at the mere sight of a lone tear rolling down her face, he picked up his pace.

“close, daddy” she babbled, nodding her head along with every thrust of his hips into her. he smiled down at her face, to find her eyes closed in and chin dribbling with drool before he was shifting them slightly so he could meet a deeper spot inside of her.

the tip of his cock was brushing against her cervix in a way that had her eyebrows furrowing and her mouth opening in a mewl around his fingers, “wanna cum, angel?” he asked, watching as she nodded her head almost instantly, “go on then, cum for your daddy”

her thighs trembled as she came, her walls clenching around george’s cock as he rode her through her orgasm, stars dancing behind her closed eyelids as he continued to lazily thrust into her until he met his own completion, spilling inside of her before weakly pulling out.

after a few moments, george had her head lying softly on his bare chest as his fingers ran over the skin of her arm, after he had made her go to the bathroom, before she was lightly breathing against him; seconds from falling asleep.

“m’so in love with you,” she mumbled, bringing herself closer to him as she nuzzled her head into his skin, “thank you for taking care of me”

he smiled, leaning down to press a kiss against her head, “m’so in love with you too, sweetheart” he replied softly, “my good girl”