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Grateful | Draco x Reader

A/N: This is the fluffiest smut and piece I've ever written, which is why it is a little vanilla. I was planning to make this a mommy kink fic, but I'm not too sure what happened. It's been a long time since I've seen you guys, but I just wanted to let you know I'm not going anywhere and that I'm still here. Enjoy this one! <3

Summary: Draco and Y/N, both mafia bosses haven't made love in a while because they've been so busy. After a night of romance and sweet nothings, a little surprise awaits them weeks later.

Warnings/content: Smut (vaginal sex, making love, unprotected sex), EXTREME fluff, Fem!Reader, Mafia!Draco, Husband!Draco, mentions of infertility issues

Word count: 1.81k words

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"Here are those documents you wanted, boss." Blaise said, handing Y/N a manilla folder labeled, "CLASSIFIED."

"Thanks, Blaise. You can go home for the day. I don't have anything else for you to do." She said, scribbling "go over auto-shop folder" on her to-do list.

"Sure thing. Thanks, boss. Have a good one."

"You, too." Y/N smiled, waving the brown-eyed man off.

"You know, you're making me look like a mean boss." Draco said, walking into the room and greeting his wife with a kiss on the forehead.

"Aw, baby... everyone knows I'm the boss here." Y/N laughed, pressing a promising kiss to her husband's lips before making her way into the conference room - slowly, so Draco could follow her.

"Okay, everyone, let's get this meeting started. My wife and I want to go to sleep, and so do you." Draco said, which earnt multiple nods of agreement and such from his employees.

"Theo, what'd you find on Jackman?" Y/N asked, taking her seat down next to Draco, who sat at the head of the table.

"Uh, not much, boss. Records show he's gone into hiding since the murder of his girlfriend, and last known knowledge concerning his whereabouts, he was in Costa Rica, but that was almost a year ago. He's difficult to get information on." Theo said, nervously taking a sip of water.

A moment of silence followed Theo, and he wasn't sure if he would be yelled at by his male boss or congratulated by his female one. "It's not much to go on, but I can work with it." Y/N shrugged. "Nice job, Nott." She smiled encouragingly, looking at her husband to continue.

"Alright, and, uh, Flint, whaddya got on our guys who were caught sneaking in the narcotics?" Draco said, finishing a sip of whiskey and offering some to his wife, who rejected his offer.

"They've been taken care of, sir." Flint nodded, his lips in a tight line, practically showcasing his anxiety.

"Good. Lastly, Greengrass - any word from our button man?" Draco asked, discarding his empty glass to the maid.

"Uh, no, sir. And his partner Valdez has chosen to use code of silence, so we basically have nothing to go on." Daphne spoke, adjusting her blazer tensely.

Draco sighed deeply, a fine wrinkle forming in between his eyes. "Alright. Everyone's free to go. Leave any papers I should know about on my desk in my office. If you need to talk to me, send me an email, and I'll get to it tomorrow. I'm not working for the rest of the day." Draco said, not getting up from his spot at the end of the table.

Y/N studied Draco's short breaths as hoards of men and some women left the office and knew well enough that something required her attention.

"What's wrong, baby?" She asked finally, closing the door behind her. She kicked off her stilettos and sat comfortably on his lap.

"I'm just a little stressed, is all." Draco said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Everything always works in your favor. It's how you got me." Y/N joked, flashing him the ring he bought her when he married her.

"I got lucky on that one." Draco said softly, laying his head in between Y/N's neck and shoulder. "I'm sorry I haven't been giving you much love recently."

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean? You kiss me and tell me you love me all the time."

"I just... we haven't made love in a while." Draco said, feeling his cheeks get red. Y/N smiled, feeling fortunate that she was the only one who got to see him that way.

"Well, do you wanna make love right now?" Y/N asked, stroking Draco's hair gently, smiling as she felt his heart race against her.

Without any words, Draco got up, picking Y/N up with him, and carried her up to their master bedroom.

Once they reached their wing of the house, Draco gently tossed her on the bed, slowly undressing her and laughing when she wouldn't stop kissing him even for a second.

"How do you feel when you're with me?" Draco asked, nibbling on bits of skin at her neck playfully as he stripped her of her pants.

"God, I feel... unreal." Y/N said, disconnecting his lips from her skin so she could look Draco in the eyes. "I never thought someone could love me the way you do. I love who I am with you."

Draco only hummed as a response and dived for her lips, which were waiting not-so-patiently for his to warm them up. He began unbuttoning his shirt, lightly grazing his fingertips over her bare stomach, making her feel butterflies.

"You are unreal." Draco said, stopping to admire his wife. "I mean... look at you. You're so beautiful." He said, watching her figure draped across their king-sized bed. "I still can't believe you chose me." He laughed, kissing down from her neck to her breasts, letting Y/N help him take off his remaining garments.

"I would choose you again in a thousand more lifetimes." Y/N said, smiling when Draco took off her bra and panty set for her.

Swiftly, Draco shoved his boxers to the side and aligned himself with Y/N's entrance, staring deeply into her eyes as he slipped inside.

"God," Y/N moaned, bringing Draco down for another kiss as he thrust in and out of her. "I love you so much."

Though familiar for Draco, Y/N's velvet walls felt like finally getting a sip of water from being parched all day - she quenched his thirst.

"I love you, too, angel." Draco moaned against Y/N's neck as she pulled him closer to her. "No one has ever loved anyone else as much as I love you."

Y/N, feeling her high start to approach, giggled and stayed quiet, enjoying the scene.

As Draco felt his cock being squeezed by Y/N's soft and squishy walls, he kissed her breasts, lightly suckling on them, leaving purple hues behind that marked his devotion to her.

Y/N's thighs began to shake, and her stomach felt like it was floating as Draco began to speed up, repeatedly stroking her g-spot. He was so deep in her, she was sure he was hitting her cervix. And the way his fingers rubbed figure eights on her clitoris made her want to squeal. She saw stars.

"Oh, my- Draco, fuck, I'm gonna c-" Y/N couldn't even finish her sentence before she finished, herself, warm cum springing out of both her and her husband. Draco kept rolling in and out of her, helping the both of them ride out their highs.

As they collapsed next to each other, Draco pulled the soft ivory covers over them and pulled Y/N close to his chest. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Draco whispered against her hair, pressing feather-light kisses to her head.

"Darling, you don't have to thank me for sex." Y/N laughed, pulling his strong and muscular forearms tighter around her waist.

"No - thank you for letting me love you. To be by your side every day is an honor." Draco said into her ear, softly caressing the inner parts of her thighs, which were still shaking.

Y/N couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. That was the most beautiful instant she had ever experienced with him. Their wedding day was the best of her life, but this was one of those moments where you had to mentally snap a photo, or you'd regret it.

So she did - she closed her eyes and took in the smell of freshly washed sheets and her husband's comforting cologne. She felt the heat pressed against her back and the cool sweat that beaded down her neck. Then, finally, she opened her eyes again and looked down at his arms, holding her tight, his wedding ring on his finger and hers on her own.

She shifted around to finally look at Draco. His gentle blue eyes held the same comfort as the home they'd built for themselves. "Thank you for making me feel safe. I love you." She whispered into his neck as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

"I love you more." Draco smiled, rubbing her back soothingly, lulling Y/N to the best sleep she'd had in years.

"Baby, I'm sure your period is just late." Draco reasoned, following Y/N into the bathroom.

"My period is never late! And my whole body has been hurting so much recently." Y/N exclaimed, ripping one of the four pregnancy tests she bought out of its packaging.

Draco sighed as Y/N pulled her pants down and began to pee on the stick, watching as she hastily opened the rest of the tests and peed on them, too, making each one face down.

"What do we do now?" Draco asked from the doorway as Y/N pulled up her pants and washed her hands at the sink.

"Now... we wait." She said, climbing up to sit on the luxurious countertop.

Draco smiled, pulling her in for a warm hug and stroking her back. "If you're pregnant," He said, his chin resting on the top of her head. "you'll make the best mother."

Within an instant, Y/N felt her nerves calm down, and her breathing had gone back to normal as she leaned into Draco's touch some more.

"And you'll make the best dad ever." Y/N said, kissing his neck.

"You really think so?" Draco asked, looking down at Y/N, who was playing with the buttons of her suit.

"I know so." Y/N said, hugging him for the three more minutes that awaited them before checking the tests.

"Okay, whatever it says, remember how much I love you." Y/N said, finding it so beautiful how easily those words come to her when it's in regards to him.

"I love you, too, baby. Now go on; you're making me nervous." Draco smiled.

Y/N slowly flipped up the four tests, taking a deep breath while doing so, and...

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Two lines - as clear as day.

"We-we're going to be parents." Y/N said, not fully comprehending what she was saying but feeling tears make streaks down her cheeks.

"What?" Draco asked, equally as in shock.

"I'm going to be a mommy! And you-"

"I'm going to be a daddy?" Draco asked, his face lighting up in the realization that was slowly dawning on him.

"Yes!" Y/N laughed, her heart feeling so full that she thought she was going to throw it up. Her body called for his, and he heard it, as he'd already scooped her up into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she giggled against his neck while he spun her around.

After minutes of comfortable silence, while they reveled in the glory of finally conceiving a baby after years of trying, Draco finally spoke.

"Thank you for letting it be me."

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Show Them You Are Mine ¬ Draco Malfoy

Kinktober Day 2

Plot - No one could argue that Draco wasn't a jealous man but his possessive nature was where the real fun was had

Genre - Smut ♧ {16+ Only}

Pairing - Draco Malfoy x Fem!reader

Notes/Warnings - Established relationship (marriage), possession kink??, praise, BREEDING KINK, slight exhibitionism, the lack of foreplay is kinda embarrassing I won't lie and I'm not sure how I feel about this fic but lets see. This was based off a request I got

Word Count - 1.3k

"How the fuck did Malfoy land her?"

"God, what I wouldn't do to have her on her knees"

"Bet if I asked nicely, she'd hop into bed with me"

"Malfoy probably can't even fuck her properly, scrawny sod"

Comments like these had become a daily occurrence in the halls of the Ministry. Prior to the Ministry's Annual Christmas Ball, Draco's colleagues had treated Y/N with respect and barely gave her a second glance but after she arrived in that silken dress which contoured her body in ways Aphrodite would envy, she was the talk of the office. Lewd comments about her body, rude remarks about how well her husband can pleasure her and multiple other instances that caused Draco to be at the end of his tether.

Draco had tried to ask them kindly to shut up but the men weren't deterred, if anything their comments grew more inappropriate. Fire burned under Draco's skin as he heard all their fantasies about his wife but a gentleman like him could never create a scene, nor would Y/N be very happy to hear about his colleagues being hexed. But the blond knew he had to solve this before an unforgivable curse escaped his lips.

The faint clicking of your heels against the marble flooring acted as an anthem to your entrance. On occasion, you joined Draco for lunch at the office whilst you recounted the tales of your morning. Sauntering in, you found your beloved husband patiently waiting for your arrival.

Clad in all black, he truly was a sight for sore eyes and even after all these years, your knees still weaken at the powerful man he was. The way his shirt revealed inches of his ivory skin, how his tousled hair framed his face and how his piercing eyes sent shivers through your being.

Being so besotted in your husband's appearance, you failed to recognise the cluster of men watching your every step. Their eyes scanning over your body like they were starved and you were a freshly baked pie, practically salivating at your presence. And whilst you had missed all their stares, Draco had not.

"Hello my love"

The words fell from your mouth before Draco connected your lips in a moment of passion. The sheer force and emotion set your skin ablaze as you felt his hand grip your behind, showing those men that you were only his to touch.

As he broke the kiss, offering to lead you into his office by the small of your back, his signature smirk gracing his lips. You had barely regained control over yourself as you entered Draco's obsidian office but you were nonetheless thankfully for the passion that possessed him.

Placing your belongings on the table, as you always do, you felt your husband's firm body press up against you. The outline of his hardening cock sent electric currents down to your core as you anticipated his next move. His veined hands roamed the your body, caressing and groping wherever he saw fit, as his cold lips worshiped your neck, leaving marks of belonging. You fought back whimpers as Draco's large hand cupped your breast, offering sharp squeezes in contrast to the delicate kiss he graced your neck with.

"Draco, darling. We can't do this here, people will hear."

Feelings his hands work the zipper to your dress, his lips met your ear to whisper "Let them hear."

His words had sent all sense of rationale fleeing from your mind as you let the wizard tear your dress from your body, leaving you bare. The sight of your body was enough to make the blond moan, everything about you was perfect and knowing that he is the only one who gets to see this made the prideful man enjoy it even more.

"Nothing underneath? Seems like you wanted this." Slipping his long digit between your thighs to feel your embarrassingly wet core. "Did you want this? Did you want to be fucked whilst everyone heard you scream my name?"

His filthy words spurred something inside you, and the added pressure of his fingers teasing your aching clit caused your need to grow larger. "Yes, please Draco. Fuck me, make me scream"

The blond man let out a groan as he felt himself harden at your words. With quick movements, Draco released his throbbing cock from his constricting trousers and allowed himself to slide between your thighs. Coating himself in your wetness and teasingly brushing your sensitive core.

Grabbing your waist, you were pulled face to face with the man. The sight of your beloved husband looking so lustful made your heart swell and your core throb. Releasing your constraint, you collided your lips with his in a plead of passion. A battle of tongues and teeth ensued as Draco guided himself into your glistening entrance, fulling unsheathing before allowing you to adjust to his sheer length. Moans erupted from your lips as Draco drank them like fine wine. Groans and curses of his own were muttered against your mouth as he began to thrust at a rapidly increasing pace.

"Fuck, always so tight for me."

Laying your back against his glazed table, you felt his cock fill you deeper than before. Moans turned into whimpers and suppressed screams at the ecstasy the new angle brought, his tip hitting the right spot again and again. Draco's pace shifted, offering rapid but calculated thrusts so that his tip graze the deepest parts of you.

"Draco! S-so deep, please harder. Need it"

Watching as your breasts bounced with every thrust and your face contorted in pleasure, Draco felt all powerful. He was the one who made you feel this way, he was the one who got to watch as you fell apart on his cock and he was the one who was going to give you his seed.

His pale digits navigated their way to your plump nub and began small motions of figure 8's, sending waves of pleasure through you. Keeping up his pace, he felt you clench around his length, signalling you were close.

"Gonna get you pregnant. Show all of them that you belong to me and only me."

"Please Draco, only yours."

"You'd like that wouldn't you, being full with my kids. Being tainted by me, ruined for anyone else."

His words were adding to your ever-growing climax as you felt the tsunami of pleasure threaten to flood. Barely coherent, you whimper out "Fill me up. Ruin me, please".

As the words left your lips, Draco was fuelled by his desire to have you bare his children. His pace reached new speeds as he thrust into you so ferociously that the desk squeaked with threats of breaking.

The new speed sent you toppling over the edge as you screamed out his name, clenching around his throbbing length. Feeling of your orgasm set the man off, settling deeply inside of you as he felt you milk his cock dry, as if you were begging for his seed.

Giving the both of you time to regain control, Draco cautiously slipped out as to not let any of his valuable seed leak from your tight hole. The sight of your plump pussy decorated with some spilling of his seed was almost enough to make him harden again.

The brevity of what just happened hit you like a freight train and you flushed a bright red at the thought of all his colleagues hearing your moans of pleasure.

"Well, I think we ought to head home. It often doesn't take on the first go and the boys have heard enough of your pretty moans for my liking."

Mustering up the strength to playfully slap his shoulder before agreeing to his plan, you knew that it would be a long day but in the most pleasurable way.

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Point to Prove | D.M.

Summary: Just shameless smut of Draco give you orgasm after orgasm <3

Warnings: fingers, eating out, sex, baths, cockwarming, orgasms

Word Count: 609

A/N: The first fic i’ve actually written in a while that’s not been from a draft, hope it’s okay!

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Helping Hand ↝ D.M

Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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Request? Yes

Summary: Pansy doesn’t understand why Draco fell in love with Y/n, but once she helps her, Pansy’s views are changed.

Blood Status: Any

House: Any

Year: Any

Warnings? Mention of dislike, arguments, period mention.

Words: 1.7k

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting! and a big thank you to Ellie, @tea-at-the-magicshop , for giving me the idea for the period scenario, was a massive help and I appreciate it very much!

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Comfortable | D.M.

Summary: Playing around with Draco whilst cuddling in bed

Warnings: swearing and biting

Word Count: 652

A/N: I haven’t written fluff in MONTHS and it never does a quarter as well as my smut fics do but they’re one of my favourite to write so enjoy!

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Boyfriend

| Draco x reader | smut | angst |

Summary: Both of you haven’t defined the relationship yet and Draco thinks your skirt is too short.

Warnings: SMUT, oral (f receiving), fingering, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, choking, degradation, praise, squirting, etc

As the lights in your room lit up your appearance in the mirror, you turned to see your outfit from the back.

There was a huge party in Slytherin tonight and it was the last thing on your mind. Earlier that day you spilled coffee on your skirt at breakfast, running to your dorm to change. Only to find your skirt from years ago as your sole option, it was tight in the waist but that wasn’t really the problem. There was maybe 4 inches between the end of the skirt and your ass. One wrong step and you’re flashing everyone, so you decide you better be careful.

What you didn’t anticipate was the amount of eyes glued to you, including Draco’s.

You two had been together for a few months, and it was heating up fast. Initially you were friends, studying together frequently, only to discover that neither of you could deny the attraction.

It began with heated make out sessions everywhere: empty hallways, broom closets, stairwells, dorms, any place he could be with you alone really.

It wasn’t long before he was on his knees pleasuring you, of which was only the beginning. He made you feel things you couldn’t imagine, and he was obsessed.

He found himself finding you every chance he got, just to speak with you. Searching each room for you became automatic, as you were constantly on his mind.

The feelings he had for you scared him, but he had lost all sense of self control, seeking you out each night because the days just weren’t enough.

Although your relationship pursued, the label was never discussed and Draco continued his old habits. He flirted incessantly, driving you crazy, but you couldn’t tell if he was doing it just to rile you up or because he simply couldn’t help himself.

The attention you received was used to your advantage, forcing jealousy through the veins of the blonde you loved.

All you wanted was for him to admit it. He forced you to say that you were his, and you refused to so much as kiss him until he did the same. He didn’t even last a week. It was then that he realized that he couldn’t bare thinking of anyone but you. You were together and everyone knew it, but nobody knew for sure, not even you.

As you left your dorm, pulling your skirt down as you went, it was hard to ignore the stares. Turns out the skirt was a bit shorter than you had anticipated, and every guy around you noticed.

When you walked into class to sit next to him, you saw his eyes widen and his jaw clench. The second you hit the seat his hand was on your thigh, eyes locked on yours.

He whispered, “What the ever-loving fuck are you wearing?”

Anxiously you tugged down your skirt, squirming in your seat as you responded, “I spilled coffee on my other skirt this morning, this is my back up one.”

He looked from the skirt to your eyes a few times before asking, “You don’t have any other skirts?”

You let out a sigh, “If I did, don’t you think I’d be wearing it?”

He simply turned his head back to the professor, hand leaving your leg to take notes.

You continued on like normal throughout the day, keeping your robe on in an effort to draw the attention away from yourself. It initially worked, nobody really noticed until Potions.

Due to the somewhat messy nature of the recipe for today’s potions class, Snape had asked everyone to remove their robes and the second yours came off you felt every pair of eyes on you.

Sat next to you, Draco pulled you down to sit on your stool, hand gripping your arm as his eyes flashed.

“For fucks sake y/n, don’t stand up.”

He looked around the room to see who had been looking. He knew your skirt barely covered your ass, and it was taking everything in him not to stare at your thighs, imagining the way they felt wrapped around his head- a feeling he was VERY familiar with.

There was an abundance of quick glances at you, all of which Draco noted but elected to just seethe in silence. His hand stayed firm on your thigh for the entirety of the class, holding you down as everyone stood up to leave.

“Is there a reason we are the only two left in here?” You asked as Snape slipped into his office, the rest of the students filing out into the hallways.

His grey eyes met yours as his grip tightened on your thigh, “Because you’re wearing a child’s medium and are inches away from flashing everyone.”

You scoffed, “This is an adult small! It’s from fifth year and it’s all I had. I wasn’t going to be counted absent for my classes today because my skirt is a little too small.”

He rolled his eyes but brought them back to you as they darkened, his hand sliding up your thigh slowly to disappear under your skirt.

“Well classes are over. Now go change before I take you right here on this desk.”

Your eyes snapped up to his, considering his threat as a nice proposition. Although, Snape’s office was right next door and you knew Draco wouldn’t be discreet. You decided to stand up quickly, grabbing your robe in your hand, walking out of class with your skirt on full display.

His eyes widened as you left, watching your hips sway in that tiny ass cloth that you called clothes.

You were quick to your dorm, quickly shutting the door and removing your uniform. You sat on your bed thinking about his hand on your thigh, his threat.

You stood up to look in your closet, opting to find an outfit for the party tonight. The way Draco had been looking at you all day, glares full of warning. Draco got very jealous very easy, but you both knew he had no right to be.

It was clear that you two were together, it had been confirmed that you were his and he was yours. Although, Draco Malfoy didn’t date and didn’t have girlfriends, so who knew what you were to him.

All you knew was that he fancied you and wasn’t with anyone else. You had made it very clear from the start that you would not so much as kiss him until he admitted that he didn’t want anyone but you, ensuring his devotion. All of that and you still had no idea what you two were.

You were exclusive but not dating. And that fact had become your new favorite thing to tease Draco about.

As the hours moved on you finished your homework and heard the loud music blaring from the common room. You stood up to get dressed, eyes landing on the skirt on the floor. Picking it up you set it on the bed along with a cute top as someone knocked on your door.

Opening it you found Draco, who stepped into your room and immediately sat himself on your bed.

“Yes please come in,” you said with sarcasm as you shut the door and walked over to him.

He looked over at the clothes laid out and said, “Is this what you’re wearing tonight?”

His eyes were locked on you as a smirk slid onto your face, “Maybe.”

His eyes flashed as he responded in a cool tone, “With this skirt? Absolutely not.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. As much as Draco hated to admit it, he was a feminist and respected your right to wear whatever you wanted. Although he couldn’t stand the thought of other guys seeing you the way he did, and that skirt definitely allowed that.

“Absolutely not?? Draco I will wear what I want.”

He laughed in exasperation, “What would possibly make you want to wear that? You spent the whole day with your robe wrapped around you to avoid people seeing you in it.”

He did have a valid point, but you had noted the way he had been looking at you all day. Pure lust. It also just so happened that flustering Draco was one of your favorite hobbies.

“School has a dress code, parties don’t. It’s a cute skirt and it makes my legs look good.”

He raised his brows, “Seriously?”

You strolled over to stand between his legs, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned into him. His hands met your waist as you responded, “Draco. I am an independent person and I will wear what I want.”

His jaw clenched as he looked up at you, coldly responding with obvious restraint, “Okay. Well that skirt bothers me. I don’t want other guys seeing you in it.” His hands smoothed up your sides, then back down towards your thighs.

He stood up quickly, growling in your ear, “You’re mine. I’m the only one allowed to see you dressed like that.”

You looked from his lips to his eyes before leaving a soft peck against them, “I might be yours but we’re not dating.”

He rolled his eyes as he let out a breathe, “Why the hell does that matter?”

His hands were still firmly gripping your hips as he stood against you, eyes burning holes into yours as he looked down at you.

“It matters because the only person whose opinion I will even consider in regards to my outfit, is a boyfriend’s. And you are not my boyfriend.”

He took in a deep breath at your words, fingers digging into your hips as he tried to mask the fire burning behind his eyes.

His words were like venom, “Yeah? Then what the fuck am I?”

You stepped back as you took in his angered state, normally he got annoyed when you joked about him not being your boyfriend but he actually seemed bothered this time.

Teasing Draco had become a hobby of yours, enjoying the way he snatched you up to kiss you senseless every time. This time he seemed mad and dare you say…hurt?

“I don’t know Draco! You tell me!”

You huffed at him, getting just as annoyed. He rolled his eyes as you shoved past him towards your bed.

Mumbling, you fiddled with your clothes, “If you don’t want to date me, that’s fine but don’t act like you care whether or not I consider myself your girlfriend. We both know that’s not what you want me to be.”

You turned to see him staring at you, expression unreadable. His words came out monotonous and cold, “And how would you know what I want?”

Your eyes widened as you raised your voice a bit, “I wouldn’t! That’s the point! The only thing you’ve said that you “want” recently, has to do with the damn skirt.”

He seemed as if he wanted to respond but forced himself into silence. You walked to your door, opening it to say, “I’ll see you tonight.”

He was hurt but wouldn’t dare show it, masking it with obvious annoyance. He moved to walk through the door but stopped to look at you as you added, “Okay?”

He nodded softly before leaving.

The conversation stirred you up, getting ready angrily. You stared at the skirt for a minute before deciding to wear it, knowing exactly what would happen.

The second you entered the room his eyes were on you. His jaw was clenched and you could feel the anger radiating off of him as he watched you socialize.

Sipping on his drink, he opted to stare, being completely unaware of everything else around him. He kept his cool until you leaned over the makeshift bar for a drink, every man within a close radius’ head turning to get a look.

He snatched you up in a second, hand locked around your arm as he dragged you to his room.

The second the door closed he had you pressed against it, face so close you could feel his breathe against your lips, a hint of bourbon on it.

“What did I fucking say about the skirt y/n?”

His voice was low and serious, eyes wild as they scoured your figure.

“I told you that I will wear whatever I want and the only person I will even think of changing for, is my boyfriend.”

Your snide tone lit the gasoline that had been burning through his veins. His face remained still but you knew you had struck his last nerve with that statement.

You knew Draco had feelings for you, more than he led on but you needed that confirmation. If he didn’t care enough to even date you then what was the point of allowing yourself to fall deeper? You were infatuated, how could you not be?

The smirk on your face slid a bit when you saw him tense up, his jaw revealing the clenched teeth he hid behind a straight face.

His response was a bit delayed, almost as if he was refraining from losing his composure. Although, that was basically out the window anyways.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He had fire behind his eyes as he stood there stiffly.

Your eyes widened, this was a new look on him. Draco was cool, calm, and collected. It didn’t matter the situation. Obviously his mood fluctuations showed his feelings, but he rarely allowed them to affect him openly.

And honestly, you had never seen Draco look so…bothered.

He stepped towards you as he repeated himself again in angry false disbelief, “Seriously y/n. Are you fucking joking?”

The blank stare and big eyes portrayed your confusion. He hated the outfit, and that you’re trying to squeeze his feelings out of him. But why was he so exasperated?

In a quiet but strong voice you said, “Draco…”

He anxiously pushed his hand through his hair, before responding, “Obviously I’m your fucking boyfriend y/n. You know I haven’t been with anyone else and have no intention of it. So what makes you think you’re not my girlfriend?”

The air left your lungs at him calling you his girlfriend and himself your boyfriend. A small smile slipped onto your face as you realized how much it took for him to say that.

You knew and he knew, but he said it anyways.

He looked you up and down with furrowed brows, attempting to decipher your expression.

“Why are you smiling, y/n this isn’t funny.”

You stepped towards him as your smile grew, “I’m smiling because you called me your girlfriend, you hadn’t said it before.”

His posture relaxed as did his features. In a calm tone he responded, “I didn’t think it needed to be said. You know how I feel about you.”

You were inches away now as you slid your arms around his neck. His hands instinctively grabbed your hips, pulling you closer.

“I know, but you said it anyway.”

His eyes flicked to your lips and back up before whispering, “Well since you need to be told everything…”

He kissed you harshly, lips colliding with yours in a fierce passion. His hand found your neck, holding on gently in contrast to the aggression of the kiss. His other hand snaked around your waist to pull you closer, chest to chest as you melted into him.

His tongue slid into your mouth as his lips moved with yours, relishing in the taste of you.

He pulled back quickly to finish his statement, “get on the fucking bed.”

The tone he used was calm but you knew it was a threat. One that said ‘you disobeyed me once tonight, don’t do it again.’

Eyes wide, you turned a walked to his bed, quietly sitting as he watched you. He walked slowly, his fingers moving to undo the buttons on his shirt. It felt like he took years to get to the edge of the bed, each button that opened revealing more and more of his chest.

Your breaths were getting heavy as he undid the last of them, standing in front of you with his shirt open, muscles shining in the moonlight that fell through his bedroom window.

You reached out to touch him but he caught your hand, tilting his head to look at you with a sly smile, “no touching.”

He slid his shirt off his body as he put a knee up on the bed next to you, his hand meeting your chest and pushing you down against the pillows.

He straddled you, leaning down so that he was inches from your face, “I asked you not to wear that skirt and you did it anyways.”

He placed a small kiss next to your lips, gentle and teasing.

“And since I’m your boyfriend, I guess it’s my job to teach you a lesson.”

His hand was quick to wrap around your neck, squeezing with a light pressure that forced her head up a bit. His eyes remained on you as his other hand snaked down your body to your skirt, before disappearing underneath.

He kept ran his fingers softly up your thigh, moving back down right before reaching your heat. He had you squirming in seconds, but you refused to let him know that.

In all reality you would let him do anything to you. He called you his girlfriend, said he was your boyfriend. You were his and he was yours. The fact that he admitted that allowed him an unspoken agreement that he could and would do whatever he wanted to you.

“Draco…” You leaned up slightly to catch his lips but he moved back, causing you to groan in frustration before throwing your head back against the pillow.

A small chuckle left him as he moved the hand around your neck to caress your jaw, “What is it baby? Don’t like being teased?”

His brows were furrowed in fake concern as he taunted you, placing a gentle kiss against your lips before moving his hand back to your neck with a light squeeze.

His lips brushed yours in a whisper, “because you’ve been teasing me all day with this poor excuse of a skirt. Can’t have my girlfriend walking around like a whore.”

At this his fingers on your thigh immediately met your clit, pressing down hard enough to draw a surprised gasp from your lips. He continued to move his fingers in a circle as he spoke, loving the reaction he was getting.

“Showing every bloke at the school what is mine.”

At this he kissed you hard, lips moving together in a passionate frenzy of tongues and moans. The smell of him consumed you, peppermint and mahogany, one that invoked comfort in the same way that it set your body ablaze.

He moved your underwear to the side, moving one finger up your slit to gather your juices before circling your clit again.

You whispered his name as your eyes shut in pleasure, he watched as small breaths left you, smirking at the effect he had on you.

Without warning, he inserted two fingers into you, pumping slowly.

He swallowed the gasp that left you as he kissed you again, moving in and out at a fast pace.

Your hips were bucking against him as you rode his fingers. You opened your mouth in a silent moan as he kissed the side of your mouth and down your neck. Your orgasm was seconds away, although you couldn’t figure out what to focus on. The way his fingers curled perfectly inside of you, the way his lips felt pressed against your neck, how his dick strained against his pants against your thigh, or the hand around your neck. All of his actions were intoxicating and you were well past your ability to control the pleasure about to course through you.

Then he stopped, removing his fingers before you came. Your eyes snapped open in time to see him staring holes into you as he slowly opened his mouth and sucked his fingers dry. A guttural groan left his throat as he took in your taste. He removed them while his hand on your throat tightened, forcing you to look him in the eye.

He looked from your eyes to your lips while you attempted to hold on to the fading pleasure. You knew he was going to tease you but you weren’t sure how many times he was going to edge you before letting you come. The thought of having him on top of you, feeling his skin against yours while inhaling his scent, led you to reach up and press your lips to his.

He hesitated, considering forcing you back down to the mattress in punishment for being a tease, but he couldn’t. As much as you couldn’t resist him, his magnetic pull to you was all the stronger.

You were the only woman that he would allow to talk back to him the way you had earlier. He had a giant soft spot for you that you both were fully aware of, and even in this moment he just wanted to let himself sink into you and your love. But you needed to be taught a lesson.

As you made out he pressed himself against you, laying fully on top of you now as his fingers went to unbutton your shirt. Your hands slid down his chest to his belt in an attempt to pull his pants down a bit, indicating to him that they needed to be removed. Immediately.

He smirked before leaning up to get a full look at you, leaving his shining physique on display before you. All muscles and ivory skin, he was beautiful and you were mesmerized.

You reached up to touch him but he caught your wrist, “no touching.”

You groaned in annoyance, “Draco…”

A smile played at his lips while he leaned down to you, “Sorry my love but this is what you get for your little stunt earlier.”

He popped the last button on your top before opening it to reveal the lacy bra you had underneath, breast perky and spilling over the top. His pupils dilated as he took you in, hand leaving your neck to both run up your sides in sync with your curves.

His kiss was sudden and passionate, he needed to feel your lips on his. Your hands remained on the bed by your side as you strained to hold yourself back from sliding your hands into his hair. You had a tendency to pull at it during your late night make out sessions, an action that made him weak in the knees.

His hands squeezed underneath your back as he undid the clasp, throwing your bra to the side and immediately replacing it with his mouth.

He twirled his tongue around your nipple as small moans left you, his hand kneading the other. He flicked his eyes up to meet yours as he continued to suck on your breast, a smirk appearing as he let go to press kisses further down your body.

Once he met your skirt he flipped it up, continuing his ministrations onto your thighs. His kisses rose further and further towards your heat, only stopping after placed a wet kiss against your soaked panties.

You groaned his name in an effort to push him along, a silent request to satiate the desire she had coursing through her veins.

He gave you a quick smirk before aggressively pulling your underwear down your thighs, wasting no time before taking your clit into his mouth.

He released a deep breath of relief at the action, finding nothing more satisfying than the taste of his girl.

He eagerly lapped you up, hands holding down your hips that bucked up to him. Out of habit, your hand found his hair to pull gently as he ate you out. He stopped abruptly to say, “if you want me to even consider letting you come tonight, your hands better stay flat against the bed the whole time.”

You reluctantly removed your hand from his silky hair, placing it back against the bed in an annoyed huff.

His smirk grew as he returned to your heat, sucking and licking your clit. The previous orgasm that had been denied approached quicker than you expected, but you held yourself together in an effort to prevent him from catching on. If he knew you were close, he would pull away and this was a fact you were all too familiar with.

The way his mouth moved against you had you bucking your hips as a powerful orgasm nearly overtook you, but he knew your body way too well. He pulled away just as you were about to tip over the edge, kissing his way back up to your lips.

A whine left you as your orgasm faded for the second time of the night.

You were so flustered, hair matted to your forehead in sweat, lips puffy from his kisses. He couldn’t help but stare.

“Draco,” you whined as he looked down at you.

“What baby?” His tone was soft but his grip on your hips was strong, holding you against the mattress.

“Please,” you begged in an attempt to get him to help you finish. He smirked and shook his head a bit as he laughed silently, “what do you want?”

He wanted you to admit it, but you were stubborn.

“Draco…” you whined, carrying out the ‘o’ sound.

His lips drifted down your neck, sucking on that one spot that he knew made you crazy.

“I want you,” you blurted out.

You felt his smirk against your skin as he leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips before sitting up to undo his belt and pants.

Once his remaining clothes had been discarded, he climbed over you as you lay completely naked except for the skirt that had gotten you into this mess.

You moved to unzip the skirt on the side but he stopped your movements, “Keep it on. You wanted to wear it so badly, so you’re going to until I say to take it off.”

The stern tone had a hint of irritation in it at the events from earlier, although it only made you rub your thighs together in an effort to create some friction.

He took note of this and grabbed your legs firmly, holding them still as he looked you in the eye, a silent warning.

His hands slid up your thighs to your skirt, flipping it up so he could fully view your heat. His thumb met your clit, pressing down as he kissed you. He met your eyes again to ask, “Ready?”

The question was laced with affection but held the same dominant tone. You nodded eagerly, “plea-oh!”

He immediately pushed into you, starting at a slow pace before his hand met your neck and forced you to look him in the eye.

His other hand held your hips as his snapped against yours, curses rolling off of his tongue.

Looking down at you nearly made him weak, seeing you all doe eyed and obedient as you softly pleaded, “let me touch you.”

He kissed you in response, your hands immediately flying to his hair to gently pull at.

The kiss was passionate as he poured his love into you, hand still wrapped firmly around your neck to remind you that he could still deny you another orgasm.

It was approaching quickly due to his previous edging, small noises leaving your mouth in sync with the groans flowing from his.

“Draco,” you huffed in between kisses, “please.”

His put pressure on your neck as he spoke against your lips, “Are you going to wear this poor excuse of a fucking skirt again?”

The question was more of a warning. He was the only person allowed to see you this way. The way your legs looked in that skirt had him dying to stick his head between them. And your ass? Barely covered, and the thought of anyone else seeing you like that made him furious.

He squeezed tighter, “I said: are you going to wear that fucking skirt again?”

You writhed underneath him, holding back your orgasm.

“No!” You blurted out desperately, only to be met with another statement that wasn’t the one you needed, further prolonging your suffering.

“That’s right.” His tight grasp on your neck remained as he leaned in to kiss you, pulling back when you moved towards him.

“You’re mine,” he growled, “and the only person allowed to see you dressed like that is me.”

At this he smashed his lips against yours as his hand found it’s way to your clit, rubbing circles nearly made you scream.

He pulled away to speak a barely audible, “Come.”

The reaction was immediate, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm consumed you. Your walls clenched around him, forcing him to follow.

Draco’s previous teasing forced powerful shockwaves through you, releasing absolutely pornographic moans as you rode it out.

Nearly blacked out in pleasure, you registered Draco filling you and quietly whispering, “holy fuck.”

As the feeling began to fade, you slowly opened your eyes to see Draco staring at you with a smirk. He then looked down to where you two were connected to see him drenched in your arousal, darkening the green sheets beneath you.

Your eyes widened, “I’ve never done that before.”

His smirk became softer as he heard the insecurity in your voice.

“Well it was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen, so it won’t be the last time.”

His hand moved to your face, cradling your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you. It was soft, everything that their actions beforehand weren’t.

As he pulled away he laid down next to you, turning so that he was looking at you.

“Y/n,” he asked with curiosity and nervousness.

You looked over at him, responding with a “hm?”

His eyes were big and if you didn’t know him, you’d say he looked fine. But you did know better, there was insecurity in them.

“Why did you say I wasn’t your boyfriend?”

Your head snapped sideways to look at him, sitting up so that you could see him better.

“Earlier?” You looked down at your lap as his eyes burned into the side of your face, your question obviously what he was referring to.

He sat up against the headboard and put his fingers under your chin, turning your head so that you met his eyes.

His gaze softened as you responded, “I was upset…we acted like a couple and did things like a couple, but we weren’t. Initially I was just teasing you about it because i knew it got under your skin but then I started to get sad…because I wanted you to be my boyfriend.”

His eyes stayed on you as you spoke, not an ounce of emotion could be deciphered from his features.

“And I don’t know, you acted like that would never happen so I guess I did too.”

There was a pause of silence between you two before he took a breathe and reached his hand out to grab yours, causing you to look at him.

In a low voice he responded, “I’m sorry.”

The caring look on your face pushed him to continue, “I really fancy you and to be honest, it bothers me. How much I like you, that is. You know I’m not the dating type but I’ve wanted that since the moment this began.”

He indicated the two of you before reaching his hand up to stroke your cheek.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

He moved closer so that he was inches away, looking ever so lovingly into your eyes.

“You did tell me how you felt but we just never made it official and I thought dating ‘wasn’t your thing’” You imitated the words he had spoken a few too many times before the two of you had gotten close. As friends you knew this fact, but as more than friends you had hoped otherwise.

He laughed quietly before gently responding, “It’s not. But with you it’s different.” A soft smile appeared as he finished his statement, “and I guess I am too.”

At this you kissed him, only pulling away when his hand pulled your head down to his chest as you laid against him.

You grabbed the covers of his bed, cradling them around the two of you as you cuddled. His hand drifted up and down your bare back softly as he closed his eyes, a soft smile playing on his features.

“Draco?”

You looked up at him, finding his eyes open and trained on you.

“You do know that even though you’re my boyfriend, I’m still going to dress however I please?”

A laugh left him at your comment, opening his eyes again to respond gently as his hand stroked your hair.

“Well then I guess you’re just going to have to get used to being punished.”

The softness of his expression was a stark contrast to the threat held in his response, although you both knew the reality of the situation.

You would continue to wear whatever you want because no man could tell you how to dress. He could continue to seethe in silence until he couldn’t, dragging you to his room to teach you a lesson. One that he knew you’d never learn from, and one that you loved to be taught.

A/N: Hi!!! Here’s this. Quick reminder: do not ever let anyone tell you what you can/can’t wear. This is a kink thing but in all reality nobody should ever seriously make those decisions for you. I care for you all and needed that to be said!!! Anyways send me some prompts or ideas!! Much love xx

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pls, how do I control myself when this exists? HDJSJSHJSSH

this is so good!! Cant wait for pt.3 😩✋🏻

Bad Guy: Part 2

Summary: The week after Y/N’s visit to Draco’s private room and their little affair, Draco & Y/N devise a plan to make Slytherin the highest ranking house in Hogwarts with a little help from Draco’s friends and ‘incentives’ that keeps Y/N coming back. 

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!Reader

When Does This Take Place?: Order of the Phoenix

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: NSFW, swearing, praise kink, sadism??, choking, dirty talk, making out, humiliation kink if you squint, slight degradation, soft!Draco, Dom!Draco, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, slight cum play, overstimulation!! overstimulation!! overstimulation!!, mirror sex, public sex, shower intimacy, mentions of Professor Umbridge, slight threats towards Pansy Parkinson

A/N: Yes, there will be a part 3.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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[draysslytherclaw]

happy bi awormness-- i mean, bi visibility day, to my fellow bi creators!

[draysslytherclaw]

beds and mirrors [d.m x reader x h.p]

word count - 3.1k

warnings - anal sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, degradation, mirror sex, choking, overstimulation, oral sex (fem recv), threesome (m/f/m), first time, let me know if i missed smth or if you catch a grammar error

summary - you and draco give harry the best first time of his life, but draco can't help but ask for seconds.

a/n - thank you dani bae (@silverdelirium) for encouraging me to finish this, helping me and for being amazingly patient <3 this is also more draco x reader than draco x reader x harry woops.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, a groan emitting from the depths of your throat as you grounded your hips downwards.

sound of skin slapping on skin, loud panting, and lewd noises echoed through the dorm room as a reminder of what you were doing.

mind foggy and breathing hard, you averted your eyes towards the man that was in charge of all this. a small gasp tumbling from your glossy lips as steel grey eyes, darkened with lust stared straight at you.

a smirk edged its way across his face, grunts escaping his own bitten lips from exertion, as you continued your actions.

you couldn't help it as you leaned forward, silently begging for another pair of lips on yours. he complied, capturing his lips in yours as a simple distraction.

it was more teeth than lips as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, tasting you as he swallowed up all your moans. and you were nearly melting into him, and about to cum before a strangled cry from below spoiled the moment.

the both of you separated rather quickly, your heads snapping down to meet the source of the startling sound. eyes scanning the form of harry potter, who's face was currently smushed into your wet pussy, skin glistening with sweat, legs wrapped around draco's waist, as he fucks himself back onto draco's prick over and over again.

he truly was a sight for sore eyes. agile tongue doing wonders to your cunt, hands gripping hard at your thighs. as his tight, wet hole was being split in half from draco's thick cock penetrating him with deep, steady, thrusts.

thrusts that rammed straight into his sweet spot, making him buck his hips, and moan into your core. causing you to cry out at the vibration, and harry's inner muscles to clench around draco's length, making draco stutter in his ministrations as harry's hot—velvet walls constricted tightly around him.

it was an endless cycle of moans and groans, and sweaty skin gliding together. the creak of the bed overlapping any other sound, as you desperately rolled your hips trying to push yourself over the edge.

harry kept crying into your cunt from the oversensitivity of having draco's dick thrusting perfectly onto his prostate and his tongue in your sweet cunt. lips sucking around you, the taste of you making his mind foggy and lazy licks on your clit making your eyes roll back.

you were terribly close, orgasm burning fire in your stomach as you chased for the fireworks.

which draco took notice of rather quickly. from the way the only thing that came out of your mouths were soft gasps and moans of encouragement and your fast rolls on his supposed enemy's face.

he would have loved to stretch it out. to hear your pathetic begs for mercy as he edged you from your orgasm over and over again. to see harry writhe in his hold from a sore tongue and an annoyingly fast approaching orgasm that was bound to erupt any second if it hadn't been for the special charm he'd placed around harry's balls. to torture him, to make him know who he belongs to.

but he couldn't. no shouldn't. because he knew if he did, it would only mean more pain for all of them.

there was no way he was going to be able to stretch it out, his own orgasm simmering on high, ready to fill up his newfound partner's stretched hole any second now.

and so he pulled harry's hips upward towards him, so his cock could reach places that had the raven seeing stars and tremble in his hold.

he crossed out his mental check box of bringing harry closer to his edge, now his focus going to your impending sweet release as he waited for the perfect time to tip you and harry at the same time.

he wanted this to be the most mind-blowing sex you've both ever had, and if anybody else were to touch any one of you, you'd both only remember him and how he'd absolutely destroyed you and harry.

he wanted nobody else to compare to him, and he intended on it happening.

he brought you closer. his right-hand wrapping around your throat, cold metal rings pressing onto your pressure points as he shoved his tongue into you. kissing you passionately but so hungrily that it had your back arching and the fire in your stomach suddenly drowning you in its wake and tighten your legs around harry's head.

harry sensing what draco wanted for you gently bit down on you're clit, kissing it seconds later before he liked the whole of your cunt.

making you pull away from draco's sweet lips much to your dismay as your mouth opened in a silent scream. your orgasm ripping through you like a storm. flooding harry's mouth in your arousal.

making him groan as he drank you down thirstily as if it was his last drink. tongue lapping at your abused clit making you pull away from the sensation and the bed.

finally opening your eyes since a while, as you waited for them to adjust to the lighting of draco's dorm room.

harry's whine bringing you back to reality as you took in the scene: the chosen one's face wet with your cum, eyes scrunched shut as his fingers clawed tightly at the silky green sheets underneath him.

you watched as draco's nails dug into the poor boy's hips, creating angry, red—crescent moons, as he fucked the boy into the mattress with such force that it had the bedframe shaking. clearing chasing an orgasm of his own.

his hands finally reaching down to relieve harry's leaking cock as he jerked him off to the sync of his hips. mumbling the incantation to release the spell on the boy as he gripped his length harder.

it not being long before draco let out an almost animalistic growl into harry's neck, filling the other's boy's ass with his seed. harry himself crying out, his head thrown back as he came all over himself.

the both of them panting hard as draco pulled out and practically collapsed next to your other lover.

you plopping down onto the bed next to them as you all took deep breaths to calm down.

the delicious ache in harry's ass and the lingering taste of you on his tongue put him in that subspace that he loved so much. mumbling randomly as he sunk further into the bed, blindly reaching around for something to hold onto.

draco on the other hand took a moment to reminisce in the fact that he just fucked his arch-nemesis. it sounded bizarre in his head, but truly. he couldn't be happier. he'd finally managed to become friends with pot- no harry and even something more. felt like a dream he's been obsessing over ever since he was 11.

and to be given an opportunity to nonetheless make harry his, not counting you because you were always his. but now that he had harry too, he felt content. and like he could do anything in the world.

if you were paying attention, and not in you're own daydream you would have noticed the way he smiled to himself.

he was brought back to reality, when he heard an insisted whine beside him, hands grabbing onto his chest and pulling him closer to another warm body.

chuckling softly as harry messily kissed his hair, before falling asleep on him. his chin atop his head, his arms tight around draco's chest, and legs thrown around his legs.

the soft snoring of harry filled the otherwise quiet room before you made the first move to get up.

you smirked at draco's predicament from above, one move and the already sensitive boy would wake up. and you knew he desperately wanted to get his hands on you while trying to give harry the proper aftercare.

no matter what sex they had, the aftercare was always important. and he couldn't just miss out on it. so much to harry's dismay draco moved away from him.

making harry whine and try to pull him back, completely boneless and fucked out to anything else.

but draco shushed him, finding his wand beneath the mess of clothes on the floor. he casted a quick scourgify for the sheets and ordered you to get a wet washcloth from the bathroom.

you immediately complied to his command, running a washcloth under cold water before bringing it back to him.

watching as he gently wiped harry's body down of all the sweat and cum.

whispering sweet nothings into his ears, and giving wet kisses to the others neck as harry shivered from the coldness of the air.

once done cleaning him up, draco helped him put on one of his shorts considering his own pair was dirty and on the floor. he tried to put on a shirt on him but harry wouldn't budge. so he just left him shirtless, before tucking him in.

you smiled at the peaceful look on harry's face as he slept, messy-haired and almost glowing. you kissed him on the forehead before draco took your hand and brought you to the bathroom for some alone time.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

"how did i do?" he asked, as his fingers traced circles on your hips.

"wonderful as always."

"good to know" he answered back as he grinned, clearly proud and full of

himself.

you chuckled, "i think you fucked harry stupid"

"i fucked him stupid didn't i? obviously i did. you should see the way you look when you're fucked stupid by me" he said, smirking.

"oh yeah? why don't you show me? let's see if you actually can"

draco's smirk widened at your proposition, almost immediately attacking

you're lips as he pulled your hips flush against him.

you hadn't expected the sudden dominance after the soft show he put on just a few minutes ago, so the sound that came out of you sounded more like a 'mmph!' than a moan.

his tongue traced your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance to which you granted. desperate to feel that hot tingly feeling in your stomach between tongue and tongue contact.

you moaned into his mouth as he sucked on your tongue, hands roaming everywhere and nowhere near where you wanted.

gasping for breath when he pulled back, he turned you around and pushed you onto the counter.

half your body on top and the other spread eagle because of draco's thighs separating them. the coolness of the counter sent chills down your spine as you felt draco's digits trace your quivering abdomen before slowly traveling down to your heat, his fingers rubbing the outside of your soaked cunt gently.

"merlin. look at you all wanton and soaking wet for my cock like a little slut"

you sucked in a sharp breath as his index finger finally pushed into you before his middle finger followed behind. the pad of his thumb rubbing your clit ever so slightly.

you squirmed in his hold as draco began moving his fingers in a scissor-like pattern, intent on finding the spot that would make you go-

"oh, fuck-! there!" you cried out as the tip of draco's finger brushed against your g-spot.

he took that as a sign to continue torturing you by switching between hitting your pleasure spot repeatedly and not even close over and over again till you were crying for something to fill the ache in you.

"dracodracodracodraco" you chanted his name like a mantra, as you fucked yourself back onto his fingers.

"what do you want darling? tell me." and on that, he stopped completely.

waiting for your answer, waiting to hear you beg.

"i want you inside me. i need your cock draco, please." you begged, whining at the loss of his fingers.

draco couldn't have held himself back if he wanted to. he was too aroused and tired to even think about making you and himself wait.

so with that in mind at the sound of the please so sweet from your mouth he took a hold of his cock, stroking the foreskin back and forth using the slick on his fingers from your cunt as lube.

you tilted your head up to see it for yourself. the mirror in front of you giving you a clear view of what's behind you, draco's cock that is.

you arched your back, weeping for his prick as you presented yourself like a common whore.

draco got bored of his hand pretty quickly, instead choosing to rub himself on the outside of your cunt, gathering your arousal to make it easier for him to slide into.

"please" you begged as he fucked just the tip of his cock inside you.

he finally gave in sliding every inch of his cock into you in small thrusts until he was balls-deep inside you. stopping to catch a breather as he stared at your scrunched-up face in the mirror.

you resented in the feeling of draco's cock inside you, filling you up so perfectly.

it not being long before he started thrusting unable to stay still anymore. he started slowly at first, groaning at the tightness of your hole even though he fucked you through his mattress not even 2 days ago. but after a few minutes, he found himself fucking you in earnest. delighted in your cries, and moans of his name as he assaulted your sweet spot.

"fucking hell y/n, you feel so good around me. taking me so well like a good pet." he got a perfect view of his fucked out girlfriend as well as you got a clear view of him fucking you from the mirror in front.

he felt an idea come to him, his lips quirking up in a small smile as he watched your pathetic body fuck its self back onto his cock in short thrusts.

everything felt foggy to you. like a wet dream on those sleepless nights where you woke up wet and achy. that is until you felt a hand wrap around your throat.

your eyes flew open as draco squeezed tightly, his cold metal rings digging into your tender sking, cutting off your proper air supply as his speed grew faster, and harder.

you let him take control once more, letting yourself feel the rough thrusts of his cock inside you over and over again.

he watched you in the mirror the same way you were watching him. you looked completely wrecked. hair out of place, mouth hanging open, red all over, and sweat dripping down your body.

"tell me sweetheart, tell me how fucking good my cock is. tell me how well i'm fucking this sweet cunt of yours till your nothing but a little fucktoy for me to use. look at the mirror, tell me what you see. tell me how slutty you look 'f me"

he squeezed just the tiniest bit lighter before releasing your throat from his grip. you choked on your own moan as you tried to catch your breath.

his eyes narrowing as he waited for a response, soon realizing he wasn't getting one because he's fucking you hard enough you couldn't even form any sort of coherent thought.

he gripped onto your throat once again, pulling you back till your ear was close to his mouth. his hot breath fanning against the shell of your earlobe gave you goosebumps as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"i want a fucking answer" he spat venomously. "tell me how good my cock is or i'll leave you hanging right here. right now."

you willed yourself to breathlessly say "'s so good.." just to avoid the chance of his cock anywhere other than your cunt, before your eyes rolled to the back of your head as draco let go of your neck before the same hand traveled south to rest on your heat, fingers rubbing figure eights on your clit.

he let out a grunt as he felt you tighten around him, once in contact with your sensitive nub. your walls constricting around his cock so hot and wonderful it left him gripping your hip so hard he knew the pretty delphinium blue bruises that it would leave for him to see tomorrow.

the knot in your belly grew till it was a hot glass ball, ready to break any second now. draco's own release just around the corner waiting for him to let it in and consume him.

both your breaths came out in hard pants, as draco whispered yelled into your ear "look at yourself in the mirror. i wanna see you as you cum around my cock. come on love. come on, cum with me."

your subconscious somehow seemed to understand what he wanted in that 5 seconds he said those words as you looked at the mirror in front of you, his eyes staring straight into you.

the dirty thought of seeing yourself being fucked so well by your boyfriend from waiting all night, and the pure, raw pleasure his cock gave you sent you flying over the edge.

a scream of his name leaving your mouth as you came around him, your walls gripping his cock in a vice as he finally felt himself break as he spilled what was left of him inside you. you all but collapsing against the counter when he pulled out.

he was so close to the bathtub and he could have just made a bath for the two of you to clean you up but he was too exhausted from all the fucking that he picked you up bridal style seeing as you couldn't even stand properly, and walked you to the bed.

he did the same thing he did with harry, wiping you down with a washcloth as he dressed you up with your shirt and leftover panties from when you were here two days ago.

he couldn't physically support himself to take a quick shower, so he just casted a cleaning spell before sinking into the bed next to harry.

he didn't know how harry had not woken up from all the noise but he doesn't complain as he pulled a pliant harry closer to him. his chest covering the back of harry, one arm around him as the other blindly reached for yours.

you lay on the right side of the bed, snuggled nicely into the sheet with harry's head resting on the crook of your neck. warm and comfortable as you intertwined your right-hand fingers with draco's searching hand.

harry slept soundly in between you two, his soft breath tickling your head

neck as his hands clutched your shirt while holding draco's other hand stationary on his stomach.

that night you all slept dreamlessly, happy and awaiting what would happen the next day after what occurred.

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Point to Prove | D.M.

Summary: Just shameless smut of Draco give you orgasm after orgasm <3

Warnings: fingers, eating out, sex, baths, cockwarming, orgasms

Word Count: 609

A/N: The first fic i’ve actually written in a while that’s not been from a draft, hope it’s okay!

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WHY DID I JUST SEE THIS NOW OMG THIS IS GOLD, TOP TIER. 101% RECOMMEND FSJDJSJXJSJSJ got me feeling all shades and sorts of hot 😩

Bad Guy

Summary: Y/N is in need of Draco’s sexual fulfillment, being an unofficial couple with benefits and all. When she goes to his room, things get a little more heated when they start talking about and seducing each other with how her friendship with Harry, Ron, and Hermione is all a scam just so Slytherin - and more importantly, Y/N and Draco - can rise to the top.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!Reader

When Does This Take Place?: Year 5 // Order of the Phoenix

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: NSFW, swearing, daddy kink, slight mommy kink, breeding kink, praise kink, sadism, choking, dirty talk, making out, humiliation kink if you squint, dry humping, degradation, soft!Draco, Dom!Draco, slight corruption kink, oral (fem receiving), protected sex, fingering

A/N: No words. I have no words.

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Is it bad that I look forward to all of these. Am I in too deep??

Kinktober

Summary: Well. well. October's here. And with that obviously kinktober comes. So here's the masterlist of the things that you might see this month. Most of this is porn without plot.

Warning(s): The fics are going to be dark and they're pure smut, to avoid them block #nsfw•belly #dark•belly #belly's kinktober index. Any warnings other than the ones mentioned below will be specified in each work.

Taglist: I'm only going to do taglist for this month. Fill out this form to be added to the list. You can also send an ask or message me privately.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

i. Sculptured || D.M || Blood Kink/Knifeplay

ii. My Little Pet || S.B || Dubcon

iii. Libido || D.M || Stepcest/Ddlg

iv. Delighted || D.M || Cockwarming

v. Possession || J.P R.L S.B || Voyeurism/Ddlg

vi. Adore You || J.P || Squirting

vii. Pumpkin || D.M || Dacryphilia/Dumbification

viii. Damn Pride || D.M || Bdsm

ix. Deadly Isn't It || T.N || Spanking/Mirror Sex

x. Fuckdoll || J.P R.L S.B || Multiple Penetration

xi. Beautiful || D.M || Size Kink/Creampie

xii. Mine || D.M || Ownership

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please know that this is in no particular order. i added the people who i thought would be comfortable with reblogging this. let me know if you want to be removed.

(the index is inspired by behind locked doors series by @acosmis-t)

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Why did I not see this in the tags?? THIS IS SO CUTE

No Strings Attached | Draco x Reader

A/N: I'm in a writing slump, so writing this helped me! If you have requests, please send them in!

Summary: Y/N catches feelings for her best friend, Draco, in a friends with benefits relationship.

Warnings/content: Half-assed smut (just vaginal sex and kissing), Fem!Reader, mentions of pureblood supremacy, friends with bennys, fluff, very slight angst

Word count: 3.6k words

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Draco and Y/N's friendship started when they were almost three years old. They attended fancy pureblood banquets together, shared the same babysitter, and, eventually, grew to become each other's most special confidant.

But their fondness for each other and closeness only made it seem more normal when they started arriving late to class with messy hair, disheveled ties, and heaving chests.

"You're late." Snape's thick voice pronounced, sensing the two sneaky teenagers trying to slip into their spots unnoticed with his back turned to them. "Five points from Slytherin, each."

Y/N looked at Draco with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, silently begging him to do something. The last thing she wanted was for their friends to figure out that they'd been in the sack for the previous few months.

Draco cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah, sorry, Professor. I couldn't put on my tie, so I had to get Y/N to help me. Won't happen again."

Snape didn't acknowledge the lousy excuse and instead went on with the lesson for the day.

Snape was dryly teaching about the dangerous effects of mixing potions when Draco leaned over until his lips were ghosting Y/N's ear. "I'm sorry for getting you in trouble again." He said apologetically, rubbing his thumb pad on the back of Y/N's hand, which was resting peacefully in Draco's lap.

"Don't worry about it." Y/N said, placing a quick kiss on his temple (making sure nobody saw her) and paying attention to the board in front of her.

"Y/N! Draco!" Blaise called from the other side of the hallway, smiling at the sight of the tall blond and shorter Y/H/C Slytherin.

"Hey, Blaise." Y/N smiled up at the kind boy.

"Hey!" Blaise beams. "So you two are coming to the party tonight, right?" He asked, rubbing his hands together to keep his fingers from freezing off as the cold bit at his skin like piranhas.

Y/N looked up at Draco with the same mischievous look he was giving her. "Depends," Draco said, not separating his sly eyes from Y/N, who was rubbing her hands together, too. "who's going?" He asked, pulling Y/N into his arms and opening his coat for her to warm up in.

Blaise raised an eyebrow at the gesture but didn't say anything, knowing Draco would scold him for it later. "Just say you'll be there at five. We need help setting up." Blaise rolled his eyes, handing them a small slip of paper with instructions on how to get in. "This one's in the Room of Requirement. Just about everyone you know will be there, so don't miss it." He said, narrowing his wide, chocolate brown eyes at Draco, who was notorious for skipping out on good times to be with Y/N, who was never too interested, either.

"We'll be there." Y/N assured. "Right, Draco?" She asked, craning her neck up to look at him while she awaited his response.

"Sure." Draco suppressed a laugh, wishing Y/N knew just how much power she unknowingly had over him.

"Great." Blaise muttered, skipping off to bother another few people about the party until it was time to get ready and set up.

"So..." Draco started, letting his words trail off until his lips were pursed.

"So...?" Y/N pushed, reaching in her coat pocket to hand Draco a thick black cashmere scarf to cover big purple hickeys she'd marked on him a few hours ago.

"What do you wanna do with all our spare time?" Draco asked, stopping in the middle of the hallway and rocking back and forth from heel to toe.

"Well, that depends - would you maybe wanna spend it with me?" Y/N asked, almost commanding her eyes to twinkle like a constellation just the way she knew would make Draco fold for her.

"Why wouldn't I?" Draco replied, anticipating Y/N's response so much that he could feel his heartbeat through his sternum.

"Good." She whispered. "Then I wanna spend it with you, too." This was all the confirmation Draco needed before he snatched Y/N's hand and began running with her to his dorm, which should have been warm due to the fire Draco started earlier.

As soon as they got there, Draco wasted no time in putting a silencing and lock spell on the room, hastily taking off his winter clothes. Y/N giggled as she watched Draco struggle to take off his wool gloves.

"Let me help you with that." She giggled, gently sliding off his gloves to reveal his attractive, veiny, and ringed-up hands.

Draco laughed as Y/N began taking off the rest of her clothes just as impatiently as him, helping her take off her boots until she was left in just a pretty lingerie set.

"You're so beautiful." Draco flashed off his dimples and remarkably white teeth.

"As are you." Y/N smirked, diving for his lips hungrily. She could feel his grin through the kiss and almost heard his soft laugh in her mind as she ran her now warm hands up to cup his cold face.

At this point, it was habit how their bodies found each other and worked together to achieve what they desperately craved at all hours of the day - fulfilling the other inside and out.

Draco backed Y/N up until the back of her knees were touching the mattress and gently pushed her down to sit.

Y/N began to put her hair up in a ponytail when Draco gripped her wrists, stopping her from advancing. "I want tonight to be about you." Draco said, insinuating that they'd be continuing this when they got back from the party.

Y/N begrudgingly put her hands down and rested on her elbows behind her, tilting her head to the side, intrigued to see what Draco promised her.

Draco climbed on top of Y/N, disregarding his tight boxers in a quick motion, and began pumping his hard length with his large hand. He shut his eyes and let his moans fill the room, knowing how wet Y/N was getting.

Suddenly, Y/N couldn't take it and slid her panties off in a hurry, pulling Draco towards her by the back of her neck. "I need you - now."

Draco nodded, feeling the same desire she felt, and placed one of his hands on her shoulder and his forearm over her hips so she wouldn't move. Then, slowly, he began pumping in and out of her.

"Fuck, Draco." Y/N whimpered, feeling her best friend stretch her out entirely. He was going tantalizingly slow as if to tease her. But, in reality, he was unsure if she could handle his entire force, even though she had before, many times. "Please, I need you, please." She swallowed a lump in her throat, feeling tears start to form. "Go faster."

Draco raised his eyebrows but did as she said, eventually going almost as fast as her mind was racing, letting their skin slap against each other and Y/N's fluids lubricate Draco's dick.

"How do you," Y/N breathed heavily, throwing her head back as Draco began making small and fast circles on her clit. All she could do was moan her words. "Fuck, how do you expect me to get to the party now?" Y/N laughed, letting euphoria wash over her as Draco began rubbing her G-spot with his tip. He was hitting just the right spot. He always did. He was magic.

"We can always get there late." Draco smiled, pulling Y/N's legs up and over his shoulders to reach into her deeper. He could almost feel the tissue of her back with his tip when his cock began twitching inside her, indicating that he wouldn't hold on for much longer.

"You're close." Y/N breathed, her eyes rolling back as Draco relentlessly thrust into her, his circles on her clit getting rougher and sloppier as his body began to tremble. Her toes were curled, and she would've pushed Draco out herself if he wasn't making her so weak.

"So are you." Draco said, feeling Y/N's thighs shake around him and her mushy and warm walls clench around him.

Without a word, they came together, and it was just as blissful as it could ever be. That's how every time was with the pair. Draco and Y/N considered it painful to indulge in aftercare when they were just starting, seeing as none of them were ever one for commitment, and they felt it more difficult for them to break away. It was just a one-time thing, but their yearning for each other had other plans as they let it fully encompass them and become the relationship they had now.

Draco collapsed on the pillow next to Y/N, pulling her closer after he cleaned them up with a simple but effective "scourgify."

He let Y/N wrap her arms around his waist, feeling safe when she touched him, and he buried his face in her neck.

"Draco?" Y/N asked after their breathing patterns had gone back to normal.

"Hm?" He responded absentmindedly, tracing hearts on Y/N's back.

"What are we?"

Y/N didn't mind the silence that enveloped the two. Whatever Draco's response was, she was okay with, as long as he had one. If there was one thing Y/N couldn't stand, it was not having an answer.

"I don't know, Y/N/N. What do you want to be?" The blue-eyed man asked, separating himself a bit so he could look Y/N in the eyes.

"Best friends?" Y/N laughed as Draco raised his eyebrows at her. "With benefits?" She laughed again.

"That's what we'll be, then." Draco grinned, dismissing the feeling of his heart shattering like glass into a million pieces.

"Draco, wake up. We're going to be late for the party. We didn't even help set up." Y/N said, struggling to escape the strong hold Draco's arms had on her torso.

"We can be late a few minutes..." Draco groaned sleepily, feeling Y/N brush a few hairs out of his face to press a kiss to his forehead. His grip tightened instinctively, knowing Y/N well enough to know she was going to continue trying.

Y/N huffed, her voice softening when she noticed Draco wasn't making any effort to get out of bed. "Come on, Dray, I promise I'll sleep with you again tonight, but we have to get up." She said, knowing she would've slept with him, anyways. In fact, at that point, Y/N didn't even remember the last time she slept in her own bed.

"Fine, fine, just remember your promise when you're blackout drunk, and I have to carry you all the way over here." Draco said, getting out of bed and going to the other side of the bed to help Y/N get up. Her legs were still sore, but she only needed help standing up.

"Always the optimist." Y/N shook her head, smiling to herself. She picked her clothes back up from the floor and quickly changed. "I'll meet you at the party?" She said, approaching the door.

"Wait!" Draco exclaimed, stopping her from leaving the room. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Draco trailed off, coyly averting her gaze to look to the side, showing her his cheek.

Understanding the hint, Y/N laughed. "Draco, stop joking around. We're not together, you know! But I suppose just this once." She said, kissing Draco twice on the lips. He wished she would never stop touching him the way she did. Something about her affection was enough to make him want more, need more, the way a drug addict needed his fix. "See you there." Y/N said, straightening her tie before walking out, her legs still slightly unsteady.

"... there." Draco waved back, sadly watching as she left the boy's dormitory.

Now, more than ever, Draco was determined to prove his worth to Y/N and perhaps make her feel the same way.

The flashing lights and loud music didn't bother Y/N as she strutted her way through crowds of mixed houses to find her favorite blond boy.

"Blaise! Sorry, Luna." Y/N interrupted her friends. "Have any of you two seen Draco?" She scrunched her face from screaming so loud.

Blaise yelled back. "What-"

"Yes, we have, Y/N. I believe he went off to go ask Pansy if she'd seen you." Luna interjected softly but loud enough for Y/N to hear her.

"Thanks, love." Y/N said, waving her friends goodbye.

"Pansy!" Y/N yelled again, feeling her throat start to get dry. "Have you seen-"

"Draco was just looking for you." Pansy said knowingly, whipping her hair to the side, so her black bangs weren't in her face.

"Could you tell me where he is? Hey, Daphne!" Y/N beamed, hugging her close friend who'd just arrived with two glasses of Firewhiskey.

"Hi, sweetie." Pansy said, giving Daphne a quick peck on the lips, which reminded Y/N again of the boy she was looking for. "Last I saw him, he was going to get a drink. Said his throat was getting sore from all the screaming!" Pansy said, letting her body move with Daphne to the turbulent and rhythmic music.

"Thanks, Pans." Y/N said, hugging her goodbyes to the two girls. "Bye, Daphne, have fun!" And with that, Y/N was sent off to the drinks section, desperately hoping she could find who she was looking for.

Disappointed that she still hadn't found her best friend, she took a shot of some clear liquid that she didn't know the name of. "Rough night already?" Theo asked, not needing to put much effort in his voice to be loud.

"Hey, Theo." Y/N half-smiled, leaning on the table behind her for support. "Just haven't been able to find Draco is all." She said, the corners of her lips now crawling down to make a slight frown.

"Y/N, I'm going to be honest with you because nobody else in our group will have the guts to be." Y/N's eyes widened. "Why are you still playing cat and mouse with him? It's obvious that you two have feelings for one another, and we know that you two have been messing around, so why don't you just stuff your pride aside and confess?" Theo said all at once.

Y/N took a long moment to think before she responded. "I don't know, Theo. I'm mostly just scared. I've never been in a committed relationship before. What if I'm just not good enough for him? Or what if I find somebody else?" Y/N asked, letting the alcohol course through her body, feeling her ears and neck pulse.

Theo sighed. "Y/N, how will a bee ever get its pollen if it never goes out of the beehive?"

Y/N didn't respond and instead had an epiphany. She'd tell the man of her dreams that she loved him, and things would be perfect... hopefully. Y/N reached up to kiss Theo on the cheek and hug him warmly before scampering off to find Draco.

"Draco? Draco?" Y/N called out, almost louder than the music.

"Over here!" Draco yelled back, not knowing which direction he was supposed to be directing it to.

Y/N looked around frantically before spotting a tall man with the same white button-up he always wore at parties, tapping him on the shoulder.

When he turned around, his eyes softened so much that his irises were almost silver instead of ice blue.

"Y/N, you look-" Draco ran a hand through his hair, speechless. "perfect."

Y/N grinned, knowing the dress she chose would elicit such a response from him. It was a nice black dress. There was nothing too special about it. In fact, Y/N would probably find something just as pretty if she went to a thrift store. But it was the same dress she wore when they shared their first kiss, which obviously, gave Draco pleasant nostalgia.

"Spin the bottle, Y/N/N." Blaise urged, shoving Y/N playfully, which earnt an "Oh, shut up, you oaf!" from her.

"Let her take her time." Draco said coolly, anxious to see who the bottle would land on, despite having charmed it so it'd land on him.

Painstakingly slow, Y/N reached into the middle of the circle, gently gripping the glass bottle between her middle finger and thumb and flicking her wrist to prompt the empty beer bottle to spin.

As expected, the bottle landed on Draco, who was sat right next to her, as he usually was.

Excited ooh's escaped their friends' mouths and Y/N shrugged, which strung a nervous laugh from Draco. She leaned forward, bringing a hand up to stroke his cheek, and dove in for a short and gentle kiss. It was nothing remarkable like their later kisses would be, but it was what Draco had been dreaming about for the past few years.

Draco could only smile at the memory, remembering how feather-light and caring her lips were. She almost told him stories with the way she parted her mouth to cradle his bottom lip.

"Come with me; there's something I need to tell you." Y/N brought Draco out of his hypnotic state, intertwining her fingers with his.

Draco followed, which was something he was used to doing in their strange little friendship.

Her pretty Y/E/C eyes and gorgeous Y/H/C hair made Draco feel like he was going to float into the sky and become a star that shone only for Y/N.

"You needed to tell me something?" Draco asked, watching as Y/N's former confident and sure-of-herself demeanor fizzled down into an anxious one.

Pacing back and forth in front of Draco, her eyebrows furrowing, she pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling. "I- Merlin, I don't know anymore." Y/N said, feeling her chest tighten.

"You don't need to tell me something you don't want to tell me. But I can assure you I'll be here to listen, whatever it is." Draco said calmly, settling himself on a bench down the long corridor outside the hidden Room of Requirement.

This seemed to put Y/N's mind at rest as Draco realized she stopped her pacing. "What's the worst that could happen?" Draco asked, smiling at Y/N the way he did every day they'd known each other.

"Draco, I have to tell you something, and I'm not sure how you're going to like it." Y/N sighed, letting herself drop next to Draco's spot on the cold, concrete bench.

"Well, I gathered that much." Draco teased. "How are you going to know if you don't try?" That mantra Y/N had been repeating to herself since Theo hyped her up was almost killing her at this point.

"I won't." Y/N said quietly, shutting her eyes before letting all go to hell. "Draco, over the past few months, I've been acquiring feelings for you. I know that we agreed on no strings attached, and I know I told you that I wasn't good at commitment, which I'm not, but I can't keep doing this with you." She said all at once, letting the last part come out as a whisper.

"What? Why not? Was it something I did? Am I not good?" Draco's eyebrows raised as he felt his heart start to shatter again as it did earlier that day when Y/N left him.

"No, it's definitely not that." Y/N snickered. "Well, um, I guess what I'm trying to say is: I love you, and I keep being with you if you don't feel the same way." She said, cursing herself for the way she phrased it. It could have been way more romantic on her part.

Draco blinked at her blankly, which Y/N didn't catch because she was too busy watching herself kick her own feet.

"Are you joking?" Draco said finally, his lips pressed together to form a tight line.

"No." Y/N said sadly, feeling herself shrink in size.

He doesn't love me back. And it's okay. She thought, subtly wiping away a tear that had began to well in her eyes, although she couldn't stop the other ones from running out.

"Well, then I wasn't, either." Draco said.

"Huh?" Y/N asked, confused.

"When you were leaving my dorm... I asked you for a kiss, and you told me to stop joking around." Draco said, causing Y/N to burn red out of pure embarrassment. "I wasn't joking. I know we've had trouble sticking to a relationship in the past," He grabbed Y/N's trembling hands and held them in his steady ones. "but I've never wanted someone or something more than I want to be with you."

"Draco, I-"

"I love you - so much." Draco said, leaning forward to envelop Y/N in a kiss where he could show her just how much. His touch was fervent and passionate, not ever wanting to let go of her. They kissed until Y/N had no more air to supply, and he was dizzy and light-headed.

"Guess Theo was right." Draco chuckled, tipping his forehead against Y/N's.

"He talked to you, too?" Y/N laughed, pressing another kiss to his plush and swollen lips.

"Yep, said him, Blaise, Pansy, and Daphne would," Draco brought his hands up to signal air quotes. "personally bring me down if I didn't admit my feelings for you."

"I'm glad you did, then." Y/N laughed, letting the silence of the castle at midnight and the soft glow of the moonlight illuminate their interwoven hearts. "Hey," Y/N said, softly turning her lover's head towards her. "I love you."

"And I'll never get tired of hearing you say it." Draco said, pulling her closer and leaning down to kiss her lips once more. "I love you, too." He whispered again and again.