Whisdy
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When he opened the door, he was met with a pretty little thing looking up at his taller figure. Long strands of platinum blonde hair, pale pink lips, and a pair of giant silver doe eyes were the first things to catch Harry’s attention. All of these features combined, made for a pretty picture.
Upon further inspection, The blonde was in good shape, a little frail if he’s being completely honest. There was an obvious size difference between them as he towered over the petite blonde boy.
There was an underlying layer of bashfulness in the boy’s posture that Harry appreciated. This made him aware that he wasn’t just a normal spoiled pureblood brat with all of daddy’s money in the world. He had expected some pureblood privileged princess who’d have his nose so far up his arse that James might be neglected for an entire afternoon.
After a brief moment of silence, the blonde boy held out his delicate hand, which Harry took with no hesitation. “Hello, Mr. Potter. I’m Draco.” Draco… Bloody hell. Of course, this kid’s name was just as posh as he expected.
freshly divorced single dad Harry meets his beloved son's new barely legal teen dream babysitter, Draco Malfoy
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- Part 8 of bimbofication
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Harry thrusted his fingers as deep as they could go and left them there, ignoring Draco’s drawn-out cry. “You have to say it.” Draco let out a strained cry when Harry twisted his fingers. “C’mon, my whore, say it.”
Draco’s sobs were making his body tremble. He let out a strangled cry when Harry thrusted once and desperately pleaded. “Fuck me, please! Oh—fuck, I, I need you to fuck me.” He choked when Harry’s fingers jerked in his hole. “Your cock! Please, fuck your cock into me—I need your cock in my hole—please!”
(or: Harry can't control himself after seeing Draco in his new shorts.)