#stepbro!draco

Your family goes out to a parade. It's a parade celebrating the seperation of the wizarding world and the muggle world.

"Draco, make sure you take Y/N with you." Your mom tells your step brother.

"Fine, Y/N. You want to come with?" Draco asks turning to you. He puts his arm around your waist and dips the hand down further.

"Can I?" You ask his father as his hand dips underneath your skirt.

Draco pushes your panties to the side and pushes his fingers into your pussy. You can hear the sqealch noise it makes and pray your parents didn't hear.

"Of course. Draco look after her." Your parents say to him as Draco leads you away.

"Of course, I will." He says pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy.

He rubs your clit. Just before you see his friends you moan out, stars erupt across your vision. Your pussy clamps down on Draco's fingers.

You woke up later than you would have liked, frustrated that you likely missed breakfast. You had stayed up far longer than you should have, replaying Draco’s voice over and over in your head. “Good girl,” he had praised, and though you knew he was being condescending, you couldn’t help but blush thinking about it. Was he always such a jerk or was it the war that did it to him? What was it like for him, having to live by his family’s impossibly strict rules of blood purity, their allegiance to the dark lord and having to serve him at such a young age? You had only been at a regular muggle highschool at that age, going shopping on weekends with your friends. Your eyes welled up thinking of your friends you had left behind, not able to tell them where you were going or why. While you would shop, and read and watch TV at that age, though they were more innocent hobbies than others in your grade, it was nothing compared to what Draco would have had to do then. He was just a boy you thought empathetically, before quickly snapping out of it. He doesn’t deserve sympathy, You tried to tell yourself, He’s an asshole. But still, you couldn’t help but wonder if it still affected him.

You got out of bed, covering yourself with your favourite silk nightgown to go and have a shower. You stepped into the oversized shower and let the hot water warm your skin. You tried to wash away the anger of having to move into the manor, and the anger and unwanted attraction toward Draco. You washed your body, mentally ridding yourself the embarrassment of having to be tutored by him.

You finally turned off the water and as you stepped out to grab one of the many soft towels when the door swung open. Your hands flew to your body to try and cover yourself as you turned to see who was there, and of course, it was Draco. You had sworn you locked it. He stared at you with the cat-that-got-the-canary grin he wore so well, and shook his head slowly.

“You need to learn to lock doors behind you,” he laughed, not taking his eyes off your body.

“You need to learn to knock!” you yelled, face burning up. He stared at you with clear amusement and lust, not trying to hide his wandering gaze. You wrapped the towel around yourself but before you could yell anymore, he interrupted your thoughts.

“Don’t get worked up mudblood. You have your first lesson today. Be ready in your room in 10,” He ordered and left. You splashed cold water on your flushed face and tried to calm your bubbling anger before pulling a t-shirt over your head and stepping into some shorts. You figured though they were short, it wasn’t another skirt for Draco to scold you over. After running a brush through your hair and taking a deep breath, you walked back to your room across the hall.

Draco was already in your room, sitting on the edge of your bed. Now that he wasn’t in the steamy bathroom, while you were stood naked, you were able to take a better look at him. He was wearing black dress pants, a white button down and black shoes. Overdressed in his own house, you mentally scoffed, though you couldn’t help but stare. His platinum blonde hair was combed back neatly and his brow was raised, looking at you.

“What?” you snapped.

“Nothing, I just don’t know how they expect me to treat you like a sister if you’re going to keep showering with the door unlocked,” He couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face as he watched your confused face turn into a scowl. You stormed closer to him and shoved him by his chest and he just laughed. “Rough. I like it.”

“Just, fucking, Ugh leave me alone!” You were already frustrated at his teasing and you held back tears of anger and embarrassment.

“Shhh I’m sorry, don’t have a sook,” Though his words were condescending, his voice was soft and apologetic. “Get your wand out and we’ll get started,” he ordered and you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes still pricked with tears. “Fine,” you choked out and did as he said. You sat on the bed next to him, wand in hand and waited for him to start.

“Have you used it yet?” he asked, nodding to your wand. You shook your head sheepishly, begging yourself not to get too embarrassed.

“Jesus, okay,” He looked surprised. “Let me show you something,” He said and grabbed your hand, leading you to the door. “Lock the door from the inside and come out with me,” He ordered. You did as he said, stepping out into the hallway with him and closing the locked door. He pointed his wand at the doorknob, his voice low and smooth “Alohomora.”

The door unlocked and he opened it. He locked it from inside and closed it once more.

“Now you try,” He said. You pointed your wand at the door, holding it awkwardly in your hand. “No, like this,” He said from behind you. He reached around you, repositioning your hand and holding his over your own. His skin was warm and soft, and you were finally able to make out the snake on his signet ring. “His breath tickled your ear as he leaned down and whispered in your ear “Say it.” You felt the goosebumps rise on your skin and you tried to ignore the shiver in your spine.

“Alohomora,” you said, trying to sound confident in yourself. The door unlocked and you sighed in relief.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“Thank you what?” He said, cockiness in his eyes. You stared at him confused for a moment before you replied.

“Thank you Draco,” He seemed pleased with himself and you couldn’t help but be proud of yourself too for finally casting your first spell, despite his condescension. Though you appreciated being sheltered from it after learning of the war, you still felt like a failure to have never learned the skills as a child like every other witch and wizard. You had to be thankful to your new step-family for teaching you now.

“Good girl,” There it was again, And it had the same effect on you as it did the night before. Something fluttered in your lower stomach and your breath hitched in your throat. You looked up at him with a shy smile, his praise replaying in your mind. His face was neutral, not brooding as usual but not smiling back either. It was hard to tell what he was thinking and wondering was no use. He looked down at you, eyes swimming with something as you stood with your neck craned to look up at him. He finally broke the silence and his voice filled the otherwise quiet room.

“I thought you should know how I got in to tell you about our lesson before,” he said, the corner of his mouth curling up into a wicked grin. You realised what he meant and your mouth dropped along with your stomach.

“You..You unlocked the door to see me naked?” You started to yell, eyes wide with fury. He held his hands up in fake defeat.

“Oh stop, I just needed to tell you about your lesson. You being naked was just a plus.”

You were beyond angry at the invasion of privacy, but excitement started to build in your chest at the same time. You tried to ignore it, brushing it off as anxiety, but you knew the feeling all too well. The same feeling you ignored when his hand rested on yours minutes before. You couldn’t let your step-brother know how you were feeling, so you tried to put up more of a fight.

“Don’t you ever do that again. You…you” you stuttered when he grabbed you by the cheeks, squeezing your face and angling it up to look into his eyes.

“Don’t tell me what to do in my own house, mudblood. I know what you were thinking at dinner last night,” His other hand grabbed your hip, pulling you closer to him. Your heart pounded against your chest and you wanted to pull away, but you froze in place. You were caught between feeling helpless, and liking it anyway. His fingertips pressed into your face and your hip, and his grey eyes seemed to darken as they pierced through yours. You were so lost in the feeling, you almost forgot what he said until he continued.

“I know about your dirty little secret. I know behind your hate for me, you really want to see what’s under my clothes. I also know you didn’t just agree to our little lessons to learn spells,” His face gave nothing away, except the lust that danced in his eyes. He pulled you closer so your chest was pressed against his stomach, and you drew in a sharp breath as you felt him hard against you. “That’s what you did to me with your little fantasies last night,” he spoke, barely a whisper in your ear. You could feel the heat pool between your legs that were now shaking and barely holding you up, but you tried again to resist.

“I don’t know what you’re on about. I..I didn’t do anything last night,” you said, though in the back of your mind, you had already accepted that he must have had some way to read your mind. You felt your cheeks burn but you almost liked the invasion of privacy that it was. You liked that he had that over you as much as it scared you.

“Don’t act dumb. You do have quite the imagination in that pretty little head of yours, don’t you?” Before you could answer, He grabbed your wrist, pressing your hand on his growing bulge, letting out a quiet moan as he did so. He started unbuttoning his black shirt.

“No..no you can’t,” you stuttered out, only to be met by a low chuckle.

“No? I’m just showing you what you wanted to see. Don’t try and tell me you weren’t wondering what’s under here” he raised a brow as he undid the last button.

Against your better judgement, your gaze travelled down his chest and you notice the many deep scars and marks. Then you noticed it. The dark mark that still painted the perfect porcelain skin on his arm. You stared a little longer than you probably should have before he stepped close to you again.

“You happy now hmm?” he asked and you nodded, almost in a trance.He put his other hand to your hip and lifted you up. Before you could resist, or even think clearly, You wrapped your legs around him. He laid you down on your bed and you rolled your hips up, desperate for the contact against him again but he just hovered, not giving you what you wanted.

He traced his finger up your thigh and you were torn between pushing him off you and begging for more. You had never gone this far with anyone, and to finally do so with Draco felt wrong, but you didn’t have the strength to stop. His cologne filled your head when too much want.

“This is wrong Draco get off. You’re my step-brother” you barely whispered, silently hoping he wouldn’t.

He pressed his hand over your mouth and shushed you. “Don’t you dare pretend you don’t want this” He said as he leaned over to grab his wand. He cast a silencing spell on the room so their parents wouldn't hear then, before looking back down at you. He grabbed your wrists, holding them both above your head with one hand as the other came between your bodies. His finger traced your lower stomach before he unzipped your shorts and pulled them down your legs and off your body. He moaned in approval and dragged a finger over your underwear. They were already soaked through and his eyes widened as he felt it.

“Fuck, are you seriously this wet for your step brother already?” he mocked as he started to rub circles on your clit, over your panties. You tried to argue but all that came from your mouth was a whimper. You were already growing impatient and bucked your hips up for more but he stopped you with a light smack to your clit. You yelped in a mixture of pleasure and pain, which was met with a satisfied smirk.

Finally, he pulled your panties off your legs, stuffing them in his pocket. “Mine,” he said in a low voice before he leaned down kissing up your thighs. Your breath hitched in your throat and watched as his blonde hair fell in a perfect mess.

He licked up your slit and you moaned from the sudden, wet contact. You felt him smile between your legs as he wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked lightly. The part of your mind that told you to stop, that it was wrong, was long lost and ignored and your head fell back against the pillow.

He lifted his face off you and you whimpered at the loss of contact, meeting his gaze from between your thighs.

“Please,” you begged pathetically, desperate for him in a way that was new to you.

“Please what? Use your words, mudblood,”

For the first time, his name for you didn’t enrage you.

“Please don’t stop,” you begged through heavy breaths.

“Look who finally found her manners,” he grinned before his mouth found its way back to your clit. He gripped your thigh with his large hands before he pushed a finger into your soaked cunt, curling it before pulling almost all the way out again. He repeated at a steady pace before he added another finger. His rings felt cold against you, and you rolled your hips up at the new sensation.

“F-Fuck Draco,” you let out, loud enough that without the silencing spell on the room, you would have both been caught out. Though you had never been able to make yourself cum, the feeling winding up in your lower stomach told you that this time you would, and soon. Your first orgasm belonging to Draco made your head spin, but you were too far gone to stop yourself, or him. You gripped his hair, legs starting to shake uncontrollably on either side of him.

“I-I’m -“ you started to say and Draco cut you off,

“That’s it, mudblood let it out,” he said before circling your clit with his tongue. Between that, his fingers working on you and his gruff voice coaxing you closer, you felt yourself start to peak, and finally come undone. Your back arched and mouth fell into an O, leaving you a shaking, moaning mess. He slowed down, but kept his fingers in you curling, as you rode out your high, moaning his name over and over. He lifted himself up, kissing your thighs as he did so, and layed beside you in the bed.

Your chest was rising and falling as you came back to your senses slowly. Though you knew what you did was wrong, and couldn’t be undone, you couldn’t find it in yourself to regret it either. He looked at you with pride written all over his normally stoic face. You hid your face against his chest in embarrassment, and to your surprise, he stroked your hair, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You had expected him to laugh at you, call you names, or to demand you return the favour but he didn’t. Finally, you spoke up, with a shaky breath.

“I- that- that was my first-“

“I think you mean thank you,” he said,cutting you off and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Next time I won’t be so nice,” he added, and despite your lack of experience, the thought excited you.

“Hey, kid.” Your breath catches in your throat at the sound of your stepbrother’s voice and you whirl around to find his silhouette standing in the kitchen doorway. Crap.

“Where are you off to?” He asks cooly. You try to act natural.

“O-out.” You cringe at the way your voice wavers, and you immediately give up playing coy. “Please don’t tell mom and dad-“ you flinch as he flicks on the kitchen light, eyes squinting as they adjust. Once they do, you can see him looking you up and down, his brow pinched and a scoff leaving his lips.

“Out? In that?” Your stomach churns nervously, fingers fiddling with the hem of your miniskirt. The outfit is already out of your comfort zone, so his words sting.

“Do you not like it?” You ask softly, eyeing the ground. That earns you another scoff, but before you can be crushed Draco’s stepping towards you.

“Are you kidding me? It looks hot, idiot. And that’s why it’s a problem.” He’s still approaching you, the space between you quickly being reduced to mere inches, and you look up at him with wide eyes, cocking your head.

“What do you m-“ you’re cut off when he leans down and presses his lips to yours, making you gasp. He tastes like mint- toothpaste, you realize distantly- and his thin lips are soft. His tongue feels wet as it confidently swipes inside your mouth. You’ve never been kissed before, certainly not with tongue, and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes you at the sensation. Embarrassment warms your cheeks as he pulls away.

“You think ‘m gonna let someone else see you like this?” His big hands find your waist, and you- still reeling from the kiss- just stare up at him dumbly. He smirks. “What’s the matter? Never been kissed before?”

You shake your head, and he hums, reaching up to grasp your chin. “Good girl.” You couldn’t say why, but the praise has warm arousal spreading in your belly.

“I-I…” you try to collect your thoughts as he stares down at you, his gaze dark and piercing. “So- I should change?” Draco laughs at you, and your cheeks burn now.

“You’re not going to the party, stupid. You and I can have more fun than a bunch of drunk freshmen.” You realize that you’re staring at his lips now, and your pussy throbs at the way they glisten with your shared saliva.

“By kissing more?” The words come out in a needy breath, and Draco’s smirk grows. His hand snakes around to your lower back, and he pulls you into him, making your breath hitch as his hard-on presses against your abdomen.

“Something like that.” His fingers curl around your wrist in a grip firm enough that you’re sure he can feel your rapid pulse, and he drags you towards the basement. You have to focus hard not to trip over your own feet as you stumble after him.

He has you in the guest bedroom, pressed below him on the mattress, in a matter of moments. You’re thrilled to get his mouth back on you, and somewhat more prepared now, you let your lips slacken, allowing him to venture deeper into your mouth. He still dominates the kiss, and your movements against him are sloppy, your teeth clacking against each other every so often.

One of his hands trails down the curve of your hip and lands on your thigh, hiking up the thin fabric of your skirt. Goosebumps pop up in the wake of his touch as his fingertips ghost along your skin, and he devours the little gasps and whines that spill from your lips eagerly.

Suddenly his touch moves inwards and he’s rubbing firmly over your clothed cunt, tearing a startled moan out of you. He pulls away, grinning, and gazes down at your slack-jawed face hungrily.

“That feels good, doesn’t it? Better than when you do it, I bet.” His voice is somewhere between a sneer and a coo, and you’re not sure if it’s supposed to arouse you, but it does. You pull your lower lip between your teeth and offer him a nod. He hums.

“You’re fuckin’ dripping, too. Soaked right through your panties. Little slut.” Your eyes widen at his words, but he doesn’t seem angry- it’s actually quite the opposite. He seems almost pleased, if his cocky grin is anything to go by.

He pulls your underwear aside, exposing your wet folds to the cool air. You gasp when he thumbs over your throbbing clit, your hips bucking upwards, chasing his touch.

“Take it easy, princess.” He taunts with a chuckle. “Just stay still. I’ll make you feel good, don’t you worry.” He rubs a slow, tantalizing circle on your sensitive bud before swiping two long digits up your wet slit. “Fuck, thought I’d have to get you ready with my mouth, but I don’t think you need it. Your slutty little pussy’s beggin’ for it.”

“Please.” You gasp out desperately, reaching up and trailing your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, feeling over his toned abdomen. He leans down to kiss you briefly, smirking against your lips.

“And now your slutty little mouth’s beggin’ for it too. I like that.” You want to protest when he pulls his hand away, mourning the loss of touch, until you see where it’s going.

He pulls down the waistband of his sweats and boxers in one fell swoop, and your eyes nearly bug out of your head as, just like that, his cock springs free. He grins goadingly at your reaction.

“Big, huh?”

“B-biggest I’ve seen.” You quip softly, flicking your gaze up to his face. Draco scoffs.

“Brat.” He grips himself at his base and rubs his head through your folds, gathering your moisture. You whine and squirm when he passes over your clit, heart thrumming in your chest with nerves and anticipation at the unfamiliar feeling.

“Calm down. You’re fine.” He murmurs almost tenderly, sensing your faint fear. He leans down for another kiss, and you’re surprised at how fast the action has become a great source of comfort. “Just gotta relax and let me in, okay? You can take it. And it’ll feel really good.” He keeps his eyes on you, the blue of them almost entirely eclipsed by black. You nod. “Attagirl.”

Then he’s pushing in- applying just enough pressure that the tip of his cock breaches your tight hole, making your eyes roll back and your fingers curl tightly in his t-shirt where it hangs down from above you. Draco groans as he pushes in, brow pinched with restraint, and the stretch hurts- but just when you’re about to cry out he reaches down and starts those delicious circles back up on your clit.

You relax immediately, earning a low “that’s it”, and with a quick snap of his hips Draco’s pushing through your hymen and sheathing inside you to the hilt. At that you do cry out, but the pain- however hot and intense- is brief, and soon a pleasurable feeling of fullness overwhelms it.

“Oh.” Is all you can manage to choke out, your lungs void of air and your body still tense. Draco’s thumb keeps up its movements on your clit, adding fuel to the fire of your arousal, and when he pulls out to make that first thrust back in, a long moan spills from your lips.

“Yeah.” He moans, mocking yours. “Told you it’d feel good, didn’t I?” He sounds different now- his tone is still teasing, but his voice is strained and lowered. It makes your walls flutter.

He starts up a steady pace, benevolently allowing you time to adjust to the new sensations. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He grits out, bracing his elbows on either side of your head, leaving his face close enough to yours that you can feel the hot puffs of his exhales. His thrusts start to pick up speed. “‘M glad I fucking caught you before you left, couldn’t handle it if some other prick had gotten to do this first.”

“Draco-“ his hand clamps over your mouth to cut off your lewd moan, huge palm encompassing the lower half of your face.

“Shhh.” With his reprimand you’re reminded of your parents, asleep just upstairs. He keeps driving into you, his cock spongeing over a spot that has you seeing stars. “As pretty as you sound moaning my name, you’ve gotta stay quiet, kid.”

You nod under his hand and he moves it, leaning down now so his forehead is against yours. That same hand makes its way up under your shirt, and your eyes widen when you realize he’ll discover that you’re not wearing a bra. He must catch on- he huffs out a breathy laugh, but he doesn’t mention it.

As he palms at your breast and pinches at your nipple, adding to your pleasure, you run your hands up his shirt to feel the muscled expanse of his back. Its lightly dampened by perspiration, and the back of your mind makes a note to have him take off his clothes next time, so you can see his glistening skin as he pounds into you.

Before you realize it you’re climbing towards orgasm. Your back is arching and your stomach is tightening, your pussy clenching around Draco’s cock. At the same time, his breathing grows more laborious and his thrusts more sloppy, telling you he must be nearing his own release.

“Getting close, princess?” He gasps out, and your head swims at his gravelly voice. You bobble your head in a sloppy nod.

“Go on, then. Cum for me.” He growls, snapping his hips into yours with a new ferocity. “Cum on your stepbrother’s cock, you dirty fuckin’ thing.” The degrading words send you hurtling over the edge and you barely manage to clap your own hand over your mouth to stifle your moan.

Draco groans lowly at the way you spasm around him in your orgasm, and he’s able to work you through it with a few thrusts before he pulls out to swiftly stroke himself to completion. You watch with rapt attention as he fists quickly at his cock- your body still trembling with your fading orgasm- and eventually spills out over your lower belly and clothed abdomen.

“Fuck.” He finally grits out as the last rope of cum spurts from his tip. He lets go of his cock, the member slapping wetly against his thigh, before collapsing beside you on the mattress. For a moment you both just lay there, catching your breath until you regain the ability to speak.

“Draco?” He offers you a low hum to let you know he heard you. “N-next time we should get naked.” You turn to look at him shyly, finding a glint in his eye.

you bit your lip, feeling bad for waking him up in the middle of the night, and you started shivering a little bit, your tiny pijamas were doing nothing to cover you from the cold december air.

"mmm... i'm sorry for waking you, but it's storming," you answered as you looked at him with big innocent eyes, then you added, "can i stay here with you?"

draco's eyes seemed to soften when he saw you standing there, so scared and vulnerable, and he immediately nodded, flashing you a reassuring smile.

"yeah, of course," he said, pulling his bedsheets out of the way so that you could crawl beneath them, "climb in."

as you climbed into bed with him, he wrapped and arm around your body to warm you up. there was something comforting about being in his embrace that made you feel safe and secure. you snuggled next to him, sighing as you started to relax.

"thank you, draco," you muttered.

he always took care of you during storms, he had done it since you were kids; in fact, he was the only one who knew about your phobia.

he kissed you softly on the forehead before hugging you tighter against his body, muttering, "anytime, princess."

your heart melted when he called you 'princess', it was such a sweet nickname. you smiled as you rested your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat; it was calming, like music that put you in a trance. draco made you feel things you should certainly not feel for your stepbrother, but you couldn't help it, he was so loving and caring with you; no one had ever treated you like he did.

you stayed silent for a moment, then asked, "why do you always call me 'princess'?"

draco smiled down at you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face tenderly. after that, he caressed your cheek with his fingertips, making your skin prickle under his soft touch. he cupped your face to make you look up at him, your gaze met his.

"because you remind me of one... so pure and innocent and so beautiful," he whispered as he looked at you with adoring eyes; your heart skipped a beat.

your cheeks flushed slightly at his compliment, and you felt a strange sensation in your stomach, like a bunch of butterflies fluttering around inside of it. You never thought someone would say such kind words to you, especially not your stepbrother.

"you're so sweet, draco," you cooed.

draco pressed another gentle kiss against your forehead before speaking again, "just for you, my pretty girl."

there was a noticeable hint of desire in his voice that you had never heard before, and it sent shivers down your spine. you trembled slightly, feeling a sudden heat spread through your body, and you bit your lower lip nervously. it felt like something had shifted suddenly between the two of you.

"i like it when you call me that..." you stammered nervously, looking at him with big innocent eyes full of longing, as you started toying with the hem of his white t-shirt.

draco's hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, your bodies now completely pressed together. you could feel the heat radiating from his skin, while he couldn't resist leaning down to place a trail of kisses along your neck, starting at your jawline and working down towards your collarbone.

"you look so fucking beautiful when you blush," he whispered between kisses, his fingers lingering over the waistband of your shorts.

your breathing quickened, and so did your heartbeat. you let out a soft gasp as his lips trailed over your sensitive skin, making you squirm. your hands found their way to his hair, pulling and tugging it gently as a response to his kisses.

"draco, wait... this isn't right," you stuttered in a barely audible voice, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden rush of new sensations coursing through your veins.

"oh, but it does feel fucking right," he said, grinning as his hands moved to grab your thighs while he brushed his lips lightly against yours, then he asked you, "can i kiss you, princess?"

your breath hitched when he called you 'princess' again, and your heart raced faster than ever. you bit your lower lip nervously, but you nodded.

"yeah..." you answered shyly as your gaze inevitably dropped to his lips.

draco took advantage of your consent, pressing his lips softly against yours in a tender kiss that left both of you breathless. his hands squeezed your thighs tightly, pulling you even closer to him as he deepened the kiss after a few seconds. his tongue slipped past your parted lips, exploring every corner of your mouth eagerly. you could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against your belly through the fabric of his sweatpants, and it made your own desire grow stronger; you couldn't help but moan softly into the kiss.

"i want to see you," he murmured against your lips, breaking the kiss briefly.

"see me?" you whispered back, not quite understanding what he meant.

draco nodded, pulling back slightly to look at you, his grey eyes glinting in anticipation. "show me, please." he breathed, reaching down to tug at your pijama shorts slowly, waiting for your reaction. "i want to see how fucking perfect you are." he spoke each word slowly, trying to not scare you off.

you paralysed when you finally understood him and hesitated for a moment, feeling embarrassed of exposing your most private part in front of a guy, and not just any guy, in front of your stepbrother.

"i've never done this before..." you stuttered nervously.

you bit your lip as you lowered your eyes, unable to hold his gaze, but he reached up to stroke your cheek gently, forcing you to look at him once again.

"i know," he said softly, voice thick with desire. "i promise i won't judge you, princess. you trust me, right?"

he stared deeply into your eyes, making sure you understood that he meant every word he said.

you swallowed hard, but you nodded. "yes, i trust you, draco." you whispered.

you were nervous, of course, but it was just draco in front of you... your stepbrother, draco, who had always taken care of you. you felt safe with him, so you sat up on the bed and reached for the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down your legs alongside your cotton panties.

at first, you kept your legs closed, but he kneeled in front of you and stroked your thighs slowly, opening them to expose your smooth wet pussy; you saw his eyes gleaming at the sight.

"fuck me, princess," he muttered hoarsely, reaching out to touch your slick folds gently with his fingertips, "you're so damn perfect."

you shivered at his words, feeling your muscles clench involuntarily when his fingers brushed your sensitive skin. you had never been touched there, so it was a strange sensation for you, and yet it felt incredibly good.

"m not," you told him breathlessly, blushing.

draco continued to explore your pussy with his fingers, spreading your wetness all the way up to your clit.

"yes, you are," he whispered back, his voice low and raspy, as he ran his thumb over your clit gently, causing you to gasp sharply. "so fucking perfect."

your hips began to move involuntarily, trying to find some sort of relief from the pleasure that was building within you. meanwhile, his other hand moved to cup your breast gently, squeezing it firmly while he continued to tease your pussy with his digit. you whimpered slowly, your nipple hardening under his touch... you needed more.

"i want... i want to take this off too," you told him between heavy breaths, biting your lower lip as you reached for your tank top.

draco nodded eagerly, removing his hand from your breast but still keeping his fingers busy stroking your pussy. he helped you lift the tank top over your head, leaving you completely bare before him, your breasts bouncing with every movement you made.

he groaned, trailing his lips down to your collarbone before moving lower to suckle one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. you gasped as his lips attached themselves to your nipple, feeling the coil tightening in your belly.

"such a beautiful girl," he complimented you, his voice mutered by your flesh, "you're driving me wild."

your hips bucked against his hand, while your own hands found their way to his hair, pulling at it to bring him closer to your breast.

"d-draco... i need you..." you whispered, biting your lip as you felt your orgasm building up inside of you. "i want to feel you."

"i need you too, princess," he whispered, pulling away from your tits reluctantly to look at you, "but we need to take things slow... i don't want to hurt you."

you nodded, agreeing with him; despite how needy you were, you knew he was right. he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, then stood up and grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand, pouring some onto his fingers before kneeling between your spread legs once again. with his free hand, he dragged you towards him until your spread thighs were seated over his, your hips a little bit lifted.

"okay," he said softly, "i'm going to put my finger inside you, you ready?" you nodded in response.

his middle finger gently traced your entrance and you flinched slightly when you felt the cold lub against your skin. you let out a cute nervous giggle that soon turned into a gasp when he pushed his digit into your tight hole, sliding it in slowly until it was fully inside.

"aw..." you whined, pouting; you felt a light sting caused by the intrusion.

his thumb instantly reached for your clit to try and ease the pain, making you whimper for him, and your muscles started to loose thanks to the pleasure he was providing. he continued to rub your clit gently while pushing his finger deeper into your tight pussy.

"attagirl," he whispered, "that's it... relax for me, let me take care of you, princess."

as he spoke, he added another finger, pushing them both inside you slowly, until they were buried deep within your wetness, to stretch you out and prepare you for his cock.

your body relaxed completely when you felt his fingers curling inside you to massage your sweet spot, and soon enough you were whimpering softly for him.

"d-draco... that feels so good." you panted, biting your lip as your hips bucked upwards.

draco smiled at your response, increasing the pressure on your clit slightly while his fingers continued to rub against your g-spot. you could feel your pussy clenching around his digits; your release approaching quickly.

"good girl," he whispered, "you gonna cum for me?"

your breath caught in your throat, the anticipation growing stronger, and you nodded, unable to speak as you felt the coil in your belly about to snap. a few more seconds was all it took for you to cum all over his fingers with a moan that he had to mute by kissing you as he finger fucked you till your orgasm faded, leaving your completely spent, even your legs were shaking.

"so pretty when you come," he muttered between kisses, caressing your face with his free hand.

then he pulled his fingers out, making you whimper at the loss of contact, to reach for the waistband of his sweatpants and pull them down just enough to free his throbbing cock. you opened your eyes and looked down at him, eyes widening when you saw how big he was; you almost panicked. you bit your lip nervously, wondering if you could handle something that big; you didn't think so.

"draco..." you whispered, "that's not gonna fit."

"i'll make it fit, pretty girl," he cooed, reaching to stroke your hair reassuringly. "let's make you comfortable first."

he grabbed one of his pillows, lifting your hips to place it underneath them, and he kneeled between your spread legs, taking his cock to slip it between your folds and tease your clit briefly while he asked, "ready, princess?"

you nodded silently, feeling the head of his cock nudging against your entrance, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him tightly as you were about to get penetrated for the very first time.

"yeah... i'm ready," you whispered.

he smiled down at you and pushed forward gently, feeling the resistance of your tight entrance giving way to his girth; every inch he pushed in brought you a new wave of sensations, both pleasure and pain mingling together in perfect harmony.

he groaned as he finally entered you fully, filling you up to the brink, and paused for a moment to let you adjust to the intrusion before beginning to move steadily, his hips thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace.

"so fucking tight," he growled, "you feel so good."

he reached to untangle your fingers with his, pinning your hand against the mattress. the position allowed his body to rub your clit directly every time he pounded into you, which made you let out a series of soft whimpers. your eyes closed as your hips started moving along with his, meeting each one of his thrusts, which made him grunt in satisfaction.

"d-draco..." you panted, "f-feels very good..." you bit your lip, lost in the sensations.

he grinned as he looked down at you and increased the pace of his hips, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. he leaned down to capture your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth.

"mine," he growled against your lips, "always mine," he repeated.

he showed no mercy to your sensitive pussy, plunging into you relentlessly, making your whimpers turn into moans, that grew louder each time he pounded into you, too damn loud, and with your parents sleeping in the same hallway as you, that was a recipe for disaster.

he let go of your hand and reached to cover your mouth with his palm, muffling your sounds slightly, but not enough to stop them entirely.

"shh... need to be quiet, baby," he cooed, "can you do that for me?"

you nodded quickly, doing your best to keep your moans low, but it was hard with his cock pounding into you like that; your cheeks flushed red.

"good girl," he praised you. "so fucking good for your stepbro."

your whole body was trembling, while his thrusts were becoming sloppier each passing second. and you knew he was close to cumming, but so we're you.

you wrapped your fingers around the wrist of the hand he was using to cover your mouth and your face contorted in pleasure, feeling his hard thrusts almost reach your cervix.

"i'm so close, princess," he warned.

he managed to hold it in, though, determined on making you cum first. his free hand moved down your body and his fingers attached to your clit to rub it, which made your pussy clench around his dick. you heard him moan softly, indicating that he had liked that, so you did it again and again, triggering your own orgasm.

you exploded in a mind-blowing climax, your walls convulsing around his cock while wave after wave of pleasure ran through you. your legs gripped him even tighter, pulling him closer as your pussy engulfed him completely.

he groaned, unable to hold back any longer, and he let himself fall over the edge, his own orgasm crashing down upon him like a tidal wave. he held you tightly, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside you, filling you with his hot cum.

"oh fuck yes," he muttered hoarsely, "so fucking good."

he collapsed on top of you, and you felt his transpired t-shirt clinging to your own sweaty skin, but you didn't mind, you both laid in bed, bodies intertwined as you catched your breaths.

"i love you, draco. i love you so much," you admitted.

your heart was racing, and you felt incredibly vulnerable, but at the same time, you had never felt safer than in that moment, lying there with him.

draco lifted his head from your chest to look up at you with the biggest smile you had ever seen in his face. he stroked your hair gently, adoration filling his grey eyes.

"I love you too, princess, more than anything in the world," he whispered, your heart swelled.

the storm was still ragging outside, but you didn't care about it anymore.