Slytherin Slut

A/N: I needed Draco to return to his evil manipulative Slytherin roots and well... Diggory really is the perfect sap...

Chapter Twenty: Darling Diggory

Codes: M/M, fingering, Anal, Minor2 (too young for sex), slightly dubious consent, Humiliation, Trans (cross dressing)

I moaned and clung to the shelf supports above my head with one hand while my other clutched at the back of my current tryst’s robes. My legs were wrapped tight around his waist as he pounded me into the wall mercilessly. The older boy bit my shoulder to stifle his own grunts of pleasure as he slammed his hips forward over and over. I gasped with each thrust, since he was moving hard enough to knock the air from my lungs each time. “D-diggory!”

He groaned and slammed me into the wall even harder than before and I felt him shudder as he came. He panted against my shoulder as he trembled and gave a few spastic last thrusts. I smirked a bit as I tried to catch my breath. “You… got close that time, Diggory,” I told him as I let my ankles unlock so that I could unwrap my legs from around his waist.

He groaned and pulled back enough to look at me. His pretty little goodie two shoes face was flushed and sweaty. “You’re so damn hard to get off…” It was almost a pout and my smirk widened.

I carefully put my feet on the ground and released his robe and the shelf above me. “Practice, Diggory. Practice,” I said lightly as I gestured with my finger.

He did pout at that but turned around in the cramped area of the broom cupboard and leaned over the nearby sink. I smiled and reached around to undo his pants. “Such a needy little girl. No wonder you can’t please a girl yourself,” I taunted lightly into his ear. He didn’t reply but that didn’t matter. I quickly dropped his pants and glanced down to see that he was still doing what I told him to. My smile widened and I let my hand dip down to rub his backside. “Good girl.”

I could tell he was probably biting his tongue to stop from replying but I didn’t care. I had once again won the bet between us so I was in charge again. It had started so simply between us. He’d come to me asking for tips to get his girlfriend, the Ravenclaw girl Chang, off in bed. Not having had Chang before or really too many girls at all I’d told him to fuck me and if he could get me off he should be able to get her off. Cedric had stormed away in utter fury but I hadn’t cared. Three days later he’d come back all but begging for help. This time when I told him to fuck me he only hesitated a little.

He’d been incredibly upset when he came without bringing me over. So much so that I was annoyed more by his reaction than by not getting off. I told him either grow a pair of balls and get over it or put on the panties he’d clearly twisted and lost. He’d exploded at that and stormed off. When he came crawling back a week later I’d told him quite clearly that if he didn’t get me off this time he’d have to wear the underwear I told him. He’d been wearing a pink pair of lace panties with little white hearts on them ever since. Now, even though he could get Chang off without too much problem he was determined to get me off. This time marked the seventh attempt he’d failed at.

I brought myself back to the current situation and my own raging hard on. I pulled Diggory’s panties down to his knees and slipped a finger inside his anus. He stiffened and let out a little noise but didn’t attempt to stop me. I smiled and started thrusting my finger. “That’s right. Relax and let a real man show you how to fuck,” I told him. He groaned and I saw his hands clench as I continued to finger fuck him.

I was greatly enjoying playing with him. Unlike with Potter who got better and better the more I submitted to him, Diggory pleased me the best when he was under me. I hooked my fingers some and Diggory gave a high-pitched moan. I chuckled and aimed for his prostate again. “You like that, little missy?” I asked though I didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

I murmured my usual lubrication spell and pushed him further over the sink so that his arse was at a better angle. I carefully positioned myself and slowly entered him. He whimpered and trembled but I continued until I was fully inside of him. He hissed a bit as his body clenched and struggled to accept my cock. I had purposefully not fully stretched him so that it would take him longer to adjust. Not enough to truly hurt him but enough so that he couldn’t just close his eyes and think of England as it were.

It took some effort to remain still as Diggory’s body slowly accepted mine. I leaned over him so that my lips were by his ear. “My cock’s in your arse, little girl,” I whispered. He growled a little and glared over his shoulder at me but I could get rid of that look easily. I rocked my hips slow but hard and he gasped. I chuckled and repeated the action.

I turned my attention to my own needs for a moment and started working to build up a slow but steady pace. I made a conscious effort to not mindlessly rut into him and keep going as slowly as I could bear to go. For once, I wanted to drag this out so that he would be taking it up the arse longer. I smirked down at him even as I gripped his hips to help my own movements. Ever since I’d upped the ante to me fucking him if he couldn’t get me off I’d greatly enjoyed Diggory’s attempts to best me.

Diggory moaned softly under me and I deliberately aimed for that spot again. It was getting harder for me to keep myself restrained but I managed to do so. My hand slipped around his waist to take hold of his cock and I smiled as I felt that he was hard again. “You like being fucked by a real man… don’t you, Diggory?” I asked him as I sped my thrusts up slightly.

“B-bastard…”

“Now, now, it’s not nice for little girls to say words like that,” I taunted between pants as I started to take him even harder. I used my hand on his length, slowly stroking him in time with my own thrusts. He mewled a bit and arched though I could feel his body tightening around my cock.

A groan escaped my throat at how amazing yet different it felt. Usually I was on the bottom. It was easier to get sex that way. But damned if I didn’t love the change of pace. Diggory cried out some and came across my hand and the floor of the closet a moment later.

His body clenched tightly around me, practically squeezing the semen out of me. I couldn’t take that much tightness and heat when I was already so close to the edge. I moaned loudly in pleasure and thrust deep and hard inside of him a few times before I came as well. I waited a moment to be sure I had finished before pulling free of his backside. I panted a little as I pushed my hair back from my face. “You’re getting better,” I told him. There was no point in discouraging him completely. I might not get to fuck him again if he gave up.

He glared at me and roughly pulled his pants and the pink panties up again. I smirked and reached for my own clothes. “I’ll make you cum next time,” he swore, face still flushed with a wonderful mix of pleasure, embarrassment, and anger.

I hummed a little and fastened the fly of my pants. “I’m sure.” Let him believe that. It would only mean I could fuck him again next time he tried. “Oh, but just so you know… if you can’t beat me by ten… I expect a skirt to go with those panties. If you’re that much of a girl… clearly you need one.”

He flushed even more at that. “That’s perverted!”

I shrugged casually. “Perhaps. But if you beat me next time it won’t matter now will it?”

He growled in frustration and stormed out of the closet as I couldn’t help but laugh at him. If he kept getting this flustered I would have to get him in a real dress one day. He was far too amusing when he was utterly embarrassed. I knew he would follow through with the bets. He was too ‘honorable’ not to. The sap.