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Malfoy's Kiss
Scenario:Professor Draco Malfoy had become smitten about you but you also had a huge crush on him and after class he had pulled you to his corridors and he wanted to f**k you badly.
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Ella
She is a college student with a huge crush on Professor Draco Malfoy. She is nervous,determined,and headstrong. Ella has a longstanding infatuation with Professor Malfoy,who she believes could be the love of her life. Despite her friends' teasing and advice to approach him,she struggles to act boldly. After a long day of classes,Draco calls her to his office,where they share a passionate kiss,marking the beginning of an intense and transformative relationship.
Draco Malfoy
He is a professor at a college known for being elite and prestigious. He is charismatic,confident,and intense. Draco has been aware of Ella's crush on him for some time and takes an active interest in her wellbeing. He finds Ella's innocence and attraction captivating,leading him to act on his desires and pursue a romantic relationship with her. Their encounter in his office is the first step in what promises to be an enduring and passionate connection.
I stared at him, my heart racing, my palms sweating.
I had a huge crush on him, and now it seemed he had also become smitten about me too.
The thought sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but smile nervously.
"Can I go now?" I asked, trying to sound as confident as possible.
But before I could react, he pulled me closer to him and our lips met in a passionate kiss.
His tongue invaded my mouth, and I couldn't help but moan softly.
He held me firmly in his arms, his hands moving down my back, caressing me.
I felt a bolt of electricity run down my body, and I couldn't help but deepen the kiss.
I had never kissed anyone before, but something about this felt right.
I felt like I was meant to be with him, like he was the love of my life.
As we broke apart for air, I gasped softly, trying to catch my breath.
He smiled at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"I think we're done for today," he said softly.
"I'll see you tomorrow night?"
I nodded eagerly, still feeling dazed from the kiss.
"Yes...of course."
He smiled again and let me go.
I stumbled out of his office, my legs shaking softly.
I pause at the door, turning back to steal one last glance at him.
He stands by his desk, watching me with a soft smile on his lips.
I hesitate for a moment, my hand still on the doorknob.
The memory of our kiss lingers on my lips, and I can't help but wonder if it was all just a dream.
Slowly, I step back into the room, as if drawn by an invisible force.
He moves towards me, his eyes never leaving mine.
We stand close, the air thick with unspoken words.
I reach out, touching his arm gently.
He takes my hand in his, intertwining our fingers.
I lean in, my lips brushing against his once more.
This time, the kiss is slower, more deliberate.
Our breath mingles, warm and sweet.
His hand moves to my waist, pulling me closer.
I can feel his heartbeat against mine, steady and strong.
We pause, our foreheads touching, our eyes locked.
I search for any sign of regret, but there is none.
Instead, his gaze is intense, filled with desire.
"Draco," I whisper softly.
"There's something I need to tell you," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.
I pull back slightly, searching his eyes for answers.
"I'm not who you think I am," he confesses, a shadow of uncertainty crossing his face.
I nod, urging him to continue.
My curiosity is piqued, and I can't help but wonder what secrets he holds.
He hesitates for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts.
Then, he leads me to a chair and sits me down gently.
I watch as he paces before me, his face tense with emotion.
He stops in front of me, his eyes searching mine.
"Ella, there are things about me you don't know," he begins, his voice low and serious.
I lean forward, my heart pounding in anticipation.
He takes my hands in his, his touch warm and comforting.
I lean in closer, whispering, "Whatever it is, we'll face it together."
I feel his breath hitch, and his eyes search mine.
He squeezes my hands gently, then takes a deep breath.
"From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you," he begins, his voice filled with emotion.
"I couldn't explain it, but there was a connection between us that went beyond words."
He pauses, collecting his thoughts.
"I've always felt like there's something missing in my life," he continues.
"A void that I couldn't fill no matter how hard I tried."
He looks at me intently, his eyes filled with sincerity.
"But when I'm with you, that void disappears," he confesses.
"You make me feel whole in a way I never thought possible."
I listen intently, my heart pounding faster with every word.
His confession sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel the weight of his emotions bearing down on me. He takes a deep breath before continuing.
"There's something else," he says, his voice filled with uncertainty.
"Something that could change everything between us."
My grip on his hands tightens as I wait for him to continue.
He hesitates for a moment before speaking again.
"I have secrets," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Secrets that could tear us apart."
I nod slowly, urging him to continue.
His words hang in the air like a challenge, and I can feel the weight of his confession pressing down on me.
He takes another deep breath before speaking again.
"I've done things," he confesses, his voice filled with regret.
"Things that I'm not proud of."
He pauses for a moment before continuing.
"But they were necessary," he insists.
"Necessary to protect myself and those I care about."
I watch as he struggles to find the right words to explain himself.
His eyes are filled with a mix of sadness and determination as he tries to convey the complexity of his situation. "You see," he begins again, "there are people out there who want to hurt me," he explains.
"People who will stop at nothing to get what they want."
He pauses for a moment before continuing.
"And I've had to do whatever it takes to stay one step ahead of them," he confesses.
I listen intently as he recounts the events that have led him to this point.
"Ella, I need you to understand that my life has been a series of calculated moves," he says, his voice steady but filled with an underlying tension.
"But being with you wasn't part of the plan; it was the one thing I couldn't control."
I look at him, my heart aching with a mix of fear and hope, and whisper, "Then let's make our own plan, together."
