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plscallmeeren · 5 months

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W H E R E ?

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: yes @JulzLovDraco4Eva

Summary: it's year 7 (so everyone's of age remember that) and muggle-born (y/n) is caught at Malfoy Manor and given to Draco so that he can get answers out of her concerning Harry's whereabouts....... Yeah well guess how he gets them huh

Warnings: !!Rape!! while (y/n) does enjoy the experience there is no given consent - do not read if this could make you uncomfortable; breeding fetish; unprotected piv; bondage; spanking; anal; toys; biting; swearing; not proof-read at ALL (fun fact I've never had so many warnings before)

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Lucius Malfoy gave his son a hard look, patting him on the shoulder briskly. "I expect you'll employ every method necessary to find Potter's whereabouts?"

"Yes, father." Draco wasn't looking at him, but instead at the fierce-looking girl bound by her wrists, discarded at the foot of his door.

"Any methods, understand?"

"Yes," the boy replied sharply, finally turning to meet his father's glare. "Go on. I'm sure you have better things to do. I'll get the information."

Lucius nodded curtly, striding off down the dark corridors of his manor.

Draco looked back at you, taking notice of the loose black dress that fell in waves around your body. Your waist was outlined by a modern corset with the lace at the front. You snarled at him, terrified, but he had hurt your pride by making torturing you sound so easy.

He gripped you by the nape of your neck, practically throwing you inside his room and closing the door behind him. He cast Muffliato, Silencio and every other spell he could think of before focusing his undivided attention on you. The other Death Eaters delighted in hearing victims' screams half the time, but he refused to give them the satisfaction. Your screams belonged to him, and him only.

"We've come a long way, haven't we, Malfoy? I remember Potions with you. You were a damn good partner, but I should have tipped one of those acidic draughts on you when I had the fucking chance-"

He delivered a harsh slap across your face, silencing you. It didn't hurt that much, but it was a fair warning of how helpless you were in this situation.

"I remember those classes, too. I remember imagining you in my bed and me fucking you until you cried. But don't worry," his lips twisted in a wicked smirk, "I have much more interesting fantasies now."

He edged closer, and you watched with wide eyes as he hoisted you up and laid you down on his king-sized bed. A luxurious bed. A luxury that might teach you pain.

"Fuck me, (y/n). Take my cock. Or are you scared?" He sounded mocking, but you wouldn't have it.

"No, honey, I just have a decent amount of self-respect," you chided, craning your neck to look him in the eye from where you lay on those velvety covers.

"Take me. I won't take no for an answer," he growled. You shook your head. "I want you. I need you. And I need you to tell me where Potter is."

"No," you spat, encompassing all of his apparent needs. You didn't care. You couldn't. He was horrible. Why would you? Right?

"Tough luck," he grimaced, and in one swift motion he had ripped the thin fabric of your dress, tugging it off your body on either side of your corset.

You bit your tongue trying to keep quiet as he dragged you to the edge of the bed, undoing the knot at the top of the corset and yanking on the strings brutally. You felt like you couldn't breathe. You were almost entirely bare and there wasn't enough oxygen in your brain and you felt slightly dizzy and something must have been very wrong because suddenly in this light he looked beautiful...

"There, that's better. You're thinking too much," he purred, tying a new knot so that it remained unbearably tight around your tummy. "Now... you still going to put up a fight?"

You didn't reply.

"Answer me, slut," he snapped, lightly slapping your pussy through the fabric of your panties. You became painfully aware that he could pull those off, too - that you would have to succumb to whatever he wanted.

"Malfoy...," you murmured, and apparently that was enough.

He dragged your black panties down your legs, followed by the bra cupping your weight. You were entirely naked apart from the corset. Your wrists were tied by spell and your wand couldn't reach you here. His handsome image swum before your eyes.

Draco flipped you over, pulling your ass up towards the ceiling. Your elbows dug into the covers as his hands man-handled your buttocks roughly, coming down in a merciless spank once. You flinched, but he didn't seem to care.

"You won't be talking back to me from now on, I expect?" he threatened casually, throwing in another spark on your ass.

"No," you whimpered, subconsciously leaning into his touch.

"Good. And you won't be complaining or resisting?"

Just as you were about to answer, he slid halfway into your ass with only his own pre-cum as lubricant. You moaned accidentally at the pleasurable pain.

"Not answering me again? What good is that? Where's Potter? Where?" He spanked you again.

"N-No, I'll behave, but I won't tell you, I can't-"

He pushed himself further in, the pain now overwhelming the enjoyable quality. Nevertheless, he waited a moment, not torturing you beyond repair, giving you time to adjust. Maybe he wasn't entirely cruel? No, what were you thinking? He was fucking you against your will, not taking no for an answer, looking at you with some sort or adoration...

You forgot what your train of thoughts had been up until that point, simply staring as best you could considering your body faced away from him.

"C'mon, slut. Tell me," he ordered, pinching your clit with two fine fingers. You gasped, but didn't answer his question.

You didn't know if he forgot to ask, or if he gave up, or if he simply didn't care, but he wouldn't ask again.

Suddenly he was pushing two fingers into your virgin cunt like a chanting prayer - in and out and curling and winding. It felt so good. Tight and claustrophobic, but impossibly good.

Just as you were beginning to fully appreciate the way his digits pressed against the same wall that met his cock on the other side, he pulled out - all of it - and walked away. He left you whining and thrashing on his duvet, reluctantly wishing he would return. Somehow, you managed to roll over.

You couldn't believe it. You wanted him to fuck you. You needed him to fuck you. Hell, it hurt, but every part of you was screaming for him to consume, to ravage, to... to...

He did return.

He returned holding three common pegs, as if they had been picked straight off of the washing line or handed to him by house-elves.

Draco silently attached one to both of your nipples, grinning wickedly as you groaned in immediate pain. It hurt. You felt fuzzy from lack of oxygen, but you knew it hurt.

Finally he clamped one onto your clit, making you writhe. He didn't take it off. Instead, he leaned over you, whispering in your ear. It made you feel warm and funny inside. "(Y/n), I'm going to mark you, and it will be much worse than my Dark Mark or a scar reading 'muggle' or anything else... because not only will it be permanent, but it will bring shame upon you, and everyone will know you enjoyed a Death Eater fucking you."

The words didn't make sense, but in your shape, you could hardly tell.

He bit into the flesh of your shoulder harshly, fuelled by your ongoing moans as he moved from your breasts to your throat and back again. You looked a mess - tears streaming, leftover rips of fabric, the colourful marks and bites of a wild man.

It felt so good.

Before you knew it his entire fist was in your pulsating cunt, thrusting from within and hurting and hurting more but feeling incredibly good and full.

Still, you wanted him.

"Push my fist out of your pussy, darling," he whispered. So you did. You pushed with all the muscles of your abdomen until his hand dislodged from your cunt, along with a burst of ecstasy by the name of orgasm.

"Good girl," he reassured you, watching the mix of blood and cum on his bed. "Good girl. Now it's my turn."

He quickly undid his belt, discarding it somewhere in the room before pulling down his pants. His cock was bigger than you had expected - but then again, you didn't have much experience in these sorts of things and you weren't thinking right.

Just as he slipped into you - no coverage - he pulled off the two pegs on your nipples, causing an explosion of agony to rip through your body as he began pounding into you.

"D-Draco," you managed, watching his bare cock slam into your ripe cunt.

"Yes, (y/n)?"

You changed you mind, or rather, you forgot what you were going to say. Instead, you told him: "I want you."

Unlike what you had expected, he reacted with gentleness, slowing his pace, moving in curved, cleaner motions. "I want you, too. I'm glad you see it now."

"Draco?" you prompted, regaining your breath as you enjoyed less sore but still ecstatic sensations.

"Mhm?"

"Harry, Ron and Hermione were at Grimmauld place last I heard."

He bummed again, but didn't reply. He hadn't been craving that information. That wasn't why he did this. "I'm coming," he grunted, then stayed in your pussy until his own juices were leaking from your folds.

You panted, shifting your body above your magical bounds to get more comfortable.

You didn't want anything but him, either. But what a crazed way to find out.

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pickinglilahs · 7 days

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Since the old poll has been seeing a lot of action lately

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draqo-pctter · 1 year

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twenty-eight minutes past bedtime; a dramione microfic on ao3

words: 985 rated e, explicit tags: domestic hotness, dom draco, dramione as parents (no children were harmed in the writing of this drabble)

a/n: prompt taken from fluff prompts but make them nsfw on twitter. day five prompt: scout girl. originally shared on my twitter, draqo_pctter

#dramione #dhr #dramione fanfic #dramione fanfiction #dramione drabble #dramione microfic #dhr fanfic #dhr drabble #draco malfoy #hermione granger #dramione fluff #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #dramione as parents #draqo_pctter twitter #draqo-pctter tumblr #ohthedrarry ao3 #dom draco malfoy

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ivmaruva · 6 months

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Professor Malfoy Version 2.0 😮‍💨

This one for sure is a DADA (daddy?) professor.

#draco malfoy #dom draco #professor malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy fanart #girl dinner #digital artist #artist of tumblr #my art #digital fanart

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leighbaylee · 1 month

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🖤 ₊˚⊹ — make up

parring ➵ draco malfoy x m!reader

summary ➵ you like to fuck with him, just to make up with him.

warnings ➵ slight suggestive language/content!

age parring ➵ 17 - 18

extra ➵ slytherin & dominate reader. credits to @cafekitsune for banners!

many peers from any house can presume that your relationship with malfoy was endearing. unexpected definitely, but truely endearing.

dating draco was a bit difficult, he is arrogant, stubborn, has an extremely high ego, one prejudiced son of a bitch, and he constantly refuses to be manhandled in front of his fellow slytherins’.

one particular day, you had just entered the familiar common room after a long day of studying for a upcoming exam coming up later that same week.

you had also made the trip for another reason other than to study, to get your mind of your brat of a boyfriend.

but we aren’t gonna tell him are we?

you entered slumping on a arm chair, pulling our parchment after parchment of notes splattered with jet black ink.

around this time of the year, the common room being not full was expected due to exams.

you sighed and rested your chin on top of your hand. draco locking eyes with you as he came up to you.

❝ hey (l/n) ❞ he whispered as he sat his pretty little self on top of the arm rest.

you only looked up at him and raised your eyebrows as you got back to reviewing your work.

he began blabbing about harry potter, as usual. that would’ve never gotten you bothered but it was almost as if he was more interested and concerned about him more than his own boyfriend.

you groaned, proving that you weren’t listening to him.

❝ hey, what in merlin’s name is wrong with you? ❞

you scoffed as you discarded your parchments and dragged him down onto your lap, wrapping your arm around his waist. he yelped in looked around the room in habit.

❝ you constantly talk about harry, it pisses me off draco. ❞

he gulped, eyebrows furrowed, and looking down at your lips moving as you had more to say.

❝ besides you did the thing, where you check to see if anyone is around when i try to be affectionate with you! ❞

you began scolding him, he tried touching you to see if that were to able to calm you down. to no avail.

you snatched his wrist before he can touch your face.

❝look at you now, all hot and bothered.❞ you smirked as he huffed and tried to get off you.

that resulted in you propping him up, holding him up with you hands on his ass.

❝ h-huh? ❞ he gasped in response, wrapping his legs around your waist. also holding you tightly around your neck not wanting to embarrass himself anymore longer.

❝ stop it, your being annoying right now! ❞ he yelped out in a whine.

❝ draco’s so cute when he’s angry isn’t he? ❞ you teased him as you made it to your dorm dropping him into your bed getting on top of him in the process.

❝ stop it now! ❞ he growls.

you yanked on his blonde locks, forcing him to face you and you began.

❝ stop mentioning potter like he is your boyfriend you bitch boy malfoy. ❞ you scoffed at him, using his surname for extra measure.

his gaze softened as he looked up at you lips trembling, nodding profusely not wanting to anger you anymore.

❝ mhm! ❞ he whimpers, expressing his discomfort with your hair pulling.

you let go and grab his chin, adoring the cute little features draco was blessed with.

❝ you’re gorgeous yknow that? ❞ you smile at his watering eyes.

you turn him over, now him on top of you, your hand roaming under his robes.

you grabbed his chin with your other free hand and kissed him. draco melted.

he leaned forward accepting the kiss, heat rushing down his cheeks. your chests pressed together.

you only escalated by placing your hands on his ass, as you groped them.

let’s just say he never brought up the chosen one again.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

#harry potter #harry potter x male reader #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x male reader #m!reader #male reader #dom male reader #sub male character #sub draco malfoy #leighbaylee #minaleigh

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kyhgwts · 2 years

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summary: when y/n thinks doms are just assholes and so her best friend Draco teaches her what a real dom is like. (2.4k)

WARNINGS: SMUT! VERY MATURE CONTENT! please do not proceed if you are not mature enough. Dom/Sub, Daddy kink, squirting, rough sex(but like… soft in a way? and AFTERCARE) Unprotected sex(please do not do this😁) (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Draco) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: Soft!draco x Fem!reader

Ky: did i think of this while masterbating… yes yes i did.

‘Why do you think so?’ he says coming from his bathroom as you were laying on his bed.

‘because they just want an excuse to control a woman and have her all sappy for them while they go and fuck multiple bitches’ you said shrugging, Draco’s jaw dropped.

‘Why do you say that?’ he asks, you look up at him to see his dangerous look.

‘because i’ve been with one? remember?!’ you ask, Draco rolled his eyes.

‘he was not a ‘dom’ y/n. He in fact was just a dickhead’ Draco said, you look at him thoughtfully.

‘well obviously there’s no difference’ you say, Draco snorted.

‘you’ve been with a guy who claimed to be a dom, when hint mother fucking hint he was not. And then you base all of them off that one guy?’ he said curiously, you shrug.

‘i mean what else am i supposed to do? i’ve only ever been with him so…’ you trail off.

‘i’m an asshole then?’ he said, you gave him a confused look.

‘no i didn’t say that’ you say quickly before realizing what he meant. ‘well maybe you are.’ you back yourself up shrugging, he grins.

‘there’s a difference between someone who actually likes to control woman and hurt them than a guy who is actually a dom y/n.’ he said, you roll your eyes.

‘yeah okay, i’ll just have to wait and see then’ you said, he paused your movements.

‘or you don’t have to’ he said with a ‘obvious’ tone.

‘there’s no way in hell i’m letting you fuck me’ you say, he glared at you.

‘wow. what’s that supposed to mean?‘ he said, you just sigh.

‘i don’t know, having sex with your best friend means your not best friends anymore.’ you say, he narrows his eyes.

‘if we say we’re best friends then we are’ he said, you chew at your lip considering it.

For one, you know Draco would never hurt you and for two you could really use some sex right about now.

‘fine’ you say, he stills as if he didn’t think you’d say yes.

‘come on then’ you gesture to his bed, taking off your shirt with no hesitation. He smirks walking over to the bed while taking off his shirt.

‘if after this, you still don’t like it then that means you just don’t like it, it doesn’t mean doms are assholes.’ he said you notice the seriousness in his voice and you nod taking off your shorts you had on.

He was now on top of you and you just knew by that second that he was right. The feeling of him on top of you was so comforting and it felt like warm hug. And as if a switch had changed in him…

‘are you sure?’ his voice was soft, his voice was normally soft towards you different from when he was talking to his other friends but it was never this soft.

‘yeah’ you whispered watching him with curious eyes, it was crazy how he already put you under a spell not even 2minutes into it.

‘do you want me to take off these first or do you want to wait till after i do the other stuff’ he asked, you look in his eyes.

‘other stuff?’ you ask, he gave a look that showed he was disappointed.

It was in that moment that he realized, you deserved so much better than what you had got.

‘foreplay’ he whispered lightly, you just stared at him.

‘i want to keep them on’ you say, testing to see if he would protest against you but he didn’t and you can tell… tell that you were so wrong.

‘ok,’ he said, leaning down to your neck he began to kiss and bite on it making you shudder.

‘are my hands alright?’ he asked, you nodded. His hands were placed on your hips sending a heat to your core.

‘make sure to tell me what you don’t like ok?’ he said, oh… he was much different than your last.

‘ok’ you respond mind hazy and voice breathy.

His mouth traveled down to your exposed breasts since you never really wear bras, he took a nipple into his mouth making you tense and your hands fly to his hair.

A moan you’ve never heard escapes you mouth, you didn’t understand.

‘first off, a dom takes time with you. an asshole just fucks you and leaves. Hence not a real dom’ he said, you nod in understanding.

‘good’ he said, you whimper at the praise before you could catch yourself making him smirk.

His lips travel slowly down till their at your panty line, his hot breath hitting your stomach.

‘Can i take them off?’ he asks, you nod furiously.

‘yes please’ you whispered.

He leans up and hooks his fingers into you panties before pulling them down with the help of you lifting your hips up.

You feel his fingers swipe down your core making you whine, he looks up at you and grins.

His finger enters you making you pull at his hair letting out a moan, he starts to thrust his finger making you squirm.

He works you up until you feel your end, right over the hill. He pulls his finger out of you making you gasp.

‘Draco!’ you freak, he just begins to take off the remainder of his clothes.

You eyes glue to him, quidditch certainly pays off. Genes? maybe his dad has that big of a-

‘red. that’s your safe word, if you want to stop at any point you use the word red. understand?’ he says, you nod.

‘i wont stop unless you use red because i’ll think you like whatever i’m doing, on the other hand if you just don’t like it tell me, alright?’ he says, you nod again.

He pulls you closer to him, and before you can even think he is splitting you open making you cry out his name.

‘I still don’t get it, it seems like you will just use me, your rough you know’ you say, and although you liked it, you just wanted to get him irritated.

‘oh? alright’ he begins to slowly drag himself out and slowly back in making you shudder.

He begins to move in and out making you whimper but he’s going incredibly slow.

‘ugh y-you’re so annoying’ you mumble pushing your hips down, he shakes his head.

‘and you are hard to please because you’re telling me you don’t like something when i know you do.’ he said, you groan.

‘f- fuck you’ you say intending it to come out warning but it came out breathy and whiny.

‘ok… if you really want to’ he shrugged, before you could comprehend anything he was smashing into you, beginning a rough and fast pace.

Your eyes rolled back and you moaned so loud you knew someone had to of heard you, your hands fall from his hair laying limp on either side of your head.

You’re breathing became quick and fast and your mouth hung open, he leaned down to your ear biting at it before talking to you.

‘you really don’t get it huh?’ he said his voice dark and deep, you shake your head.

‘you want to know what a dom is? someone who yes technically likes to take control but it’s because they want to care for you, and make you feel good. They’ll fuck you till you’re limp and crying, and then they’ll give you a hot bath to help with you’re sore limbs’ he says, you listen to his silky voice as he doesn’t stop his assault on you.

‘that’s what you call a manipulator’ you mumble, he lets out a chuckle.

‘remember that safe word i gave you? baby i’m not talking about sad tears i’m talking about good tears, tears because it feels so good.’ he said, you go wide eyed at the name.

‘if at anytime you say red i’ll stop immediately. You have the upper hand not me.’ he says.

‘mhm’ you mumble in understanding, you felt too good to respond, too good to fight.

‘A dom is supposed to make you feel safe under their arms, not scared. They bring you warmth, they’re there to protect you.’ he says, you moan when he hits deeper.

‘I like to be on top, not because i want to boss woman around. Because i want to take care of woman, i want to make you wither and cry because you feel too good to take anymore. And after i’ll put us both in a warm bath to help ease your body. After that i’ll cook you some food, and then i’ll make sure you sleep well.’ he said, the whole thought of what he was saying making you even more wet.

‘How are you feeling baby?’ he says, you whine body shaking.

‘g- good’ you say, he hums pulling your leg and putting it over his shoulder making you go wide eyed and cry.

‘So you do like this? hm? being under me, withering and begging, you like someone to be controlling you and fucking you so good that it hurts’ he said, he was so right and it made you mad.

And something that has been shot down since your last relationship when he said he hated it, something you do without noticing. Something you knew you had but kept it a dirty secret.

‘daddy’ you moan, you freeze in his hold. He could tell you didn’t mean to let it slip, and he smirked to himself.

‘yes baby?’ he says, and you absolutely melt into him. It’s like he was meant for you, you knew you wouldn’t be able to be just friends after this.

‘oh god,’ you whine, pushing your hips down to meet his. Your hands spread wide and close then spread wide again, grabby hands as you would say. You needed something to hold.

He noticed your gesture grabbing both hands and linking them with his own slamming them down onto the mattress, above your head.

‘ugh’ you throw your head further into the mattress, whole body tensing waiting for your release.

‘a dom is supposed to stay loyal to their sub, and they are supposed to care and love for you.’ he whispered into your ear, his voice hoarse but still so soft.

‘do you understand now love?’ he said, you nod your head furiously.

‘yes! yes! i do’ you shout, he was so close to your lips.

‘draco’ you whine trying to move your head up but failing miserably, he stares at your lips before crashing his own onto them.

His arm moved down to hold under your stomach keeping you stable as he fucked you into the sheets, his other hand then grabbed both of your hands pinning them above your head.

You make a audible noise that you’ve never even heard out of yourself before, he smirks into the kiss backing away ever so slightly.

‘you’re very whiny’ he said, you furrow your brows moving your head up to catch his lips not caring.

‘I’m close’ you whimper when he hits a certain spot in you.

‘I know baby, let it go. Cum for daddy’ he says right in your ear making you groan.

‘oh my-‘ your whole body tensed locking all your limbs, your held your breath in anticipation.

‘AH FUCK!’ you cry out as you came, he didn’t stop though.

‘come on give me another one’ he whispered, you shook your head.

‘i can’t!’ you whine, he gave you a stern look before hitting deeper and faster making your mouth hang open and your eyes roll back.

‘you can y/n.’ he said, you whimper squeezing his hand.

Your vision begins to go blurry and your body shivers when you let out your release, but there was a new sensation and you didn’t know till you saw Draco’s lower half wet.

You go wide eyed, and he just laughs at your reaction.

‘good’ he says, you moan at the praise once again and he knows that you’re a praise freak.

you feel him shoot his cum into you riding out his high your body twitches.

‘no no too sensitive!’ you plea, he shushes you falling on top of you making sure he didn’t crush you.

You were too tired to talk, and so was he. The silence was comforting.

You feel his arms picking you up and you whine, you were too tired.

‘i’ve got you’ you could hear it from somewhere.

somehow you ended up in a hot tub with a body behind you, who washed you off. Your mind was hazy, and you couldn’t think straight.

‘where are you baby?’ you hear whispered, you hum.

‘i’m here just too tired to talk’ you mumble, he kisses the back of your neck making you melt further into him.

‘you know… i’ve never felt this way after sex, like i can’t think straight i just want to curl in a ball and sleep’ you whisper, he lets out a soft laugh.

‘Hm… so how’s your opinion now?’ he asked, you snort.

‘i think you know’ you say, he grinned.

‘you sleeping here tonight?’ he asked, you nod.

And once you both get out wrapped in fresh warm clothes and new sheets and blankets, you relish in the fact of how safe and comforted you felt. His arm holding you close and his nose nuzzled into your neck.

‘goodnight, love ya’ you whisper throwing your hand back and tapping his head full of hair.

‘goodnight i love you’ he whispered back, but you knew and he knew that you knew, that ‘i love you’ was different from all the rest.

You guys have been best friends since you were little so ‘love you’ was thrown around all the time, because it was true you did love each other. But ‘i love you’ was a whole different meaning it meant that he loved you.

‘i love you’ you whisper back knowing he wanted to hear it.

A/N: pov me being a die hard sub bitch😰🤞and i think this is my new favorite one shot i’ve made… IT MAKES ME MELT.

#draco lucius malfoy #draco x y/n #draco imagine #soft!draco malfoy #smut is life #fluff #foryou #draco malfoy smut #dom/sub #big dick draco🤞#wait did i mention smut?#i’m horrible at this

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ednamode1 · 1 month

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I’m obsessed✨ and you will be too😮‍💨

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peterparkeeperer · 1 year

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sated boy ( Draco x reader )

“You’re so gone.”

Your voice was endeared beyond belief, a drooling Draco slumped over your lap. He was naked. You stroked your hand over the back of his thighs.

He didn’t respond, only blinked dazedly. It was all thanks to you, you’d worked countless orgasms out of his spent dick for mouthing back. You didn’t punish him for banter. Draco was bratty and cocky and that was just apart of his personality, and you were patient. You even indulged him.

But he occasionally, or rather often, pushed your buttons on purpose. You knew him through and through, and could differentiate between his normal banter and him trying to get put into his place.

So here he laid. Ass still red from the spanking he’s received. You stroked a hand faintly above them in thought and heard your boy hiss like a petty baby snake.

“I really did a number on you, huh?”

Lube was oozing out of his hole, and with cruelty you circled the rim and pushed, only just.

He whined an aborted sound. “Best part is, you’d do more if I wanted you to. My brainless little boy.”

Alas, you left his hole alone and kissed his spine instead.

“You’re gorgeous. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You cooed, and Draco nuzzled your hand when you pet his cheek and tucked a platinum lock behind his ear. Yes. This would sate your boy, for, well. A week.

#dom reader #aged up! all legal here folks #draco x you #draco x reader #sub draco #sub Draco x reader #sub draco malfoy #dom x sub #I’m so sleepy!!#gn reader #just a little short thing I wrote

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lionizingheathen · 2 years

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Precious- D.M

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Draco finding release after a day in the office

Smut under the cut, hope you enjoy

Warnings: Smut, Pegging, Anal Fingering, Dom!Reader, Sub!Draco, Praise Kink, Petnames, Begging, Mommy Kink, Strapwarming, Spanking

The only sign you got from Draco that he was home was when he stepped out of the floo, shaking the powder off his arms with a soured expression on his face. You didn’t pay him much mind, choosing instead to stay focused on your book. If he was going to be as much of a bitch as his face suggested, you didn’t have the patience for it.“I need you to fuck me.” You looked up from the book you’d been reading and set it aside, your interest piqued as you watched your boyfriend shrug off his cloak and set down his wand. He looked stressed… maybe angry. You could fix that. “Why?” You asked, and he glared over at you. Oh. Angry, that was for sure. You sat up the rest of the way before raising an eyebrow at him, as if asking him silently if he was sure he wanted to pull that attitude with you. Last time he had he’d been stuck with a vibrator taped to his cock for two hours.

“Do you ever really need a reason? It’s enough of an ego boost to you that I permit you to fuck me-.” You stood up in a heartbeat, gripping under his chin to make him look down at you, pushing him back enough that he bumped up against the door of your flat. He widened his eyes with surprise, gripping onto your wrist. He knew better, you’d fucked most of the wanker right out of him when you’d started dating, but today seemed like it was a special case. “Watch your tone. You’ll regret it if you don’t.” You warned him, and his gaze softened as he loosened his hand after you dropped yours. He fell into your arms, tucking his face into his neck as you walked the two of you back to sit down on the couch. You ran your fingers through his hair, letting him breathe you in. He lifted his head up for a moment, looking listless. “... Right. It’s just been a rough day.” He said, and you cupped his cheek softly, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

“Tell me.” You said, keeping your tone gentle. He let out a long sigh and tucked his head onto your shoulder, pulling his knees up to his chest, the same way he’d used to sit when he’d just gotten a bad grade when you two had still been in school. It made your heart ache a bit, seeing him so distraught. “... They gave my promotion to Zabini.” That solved that. He’d been up for that promotion for a month, and it sounded like it was going to him the whole time, that’d be enough to upset anyone. You sat up and pulled him into your arms, holding his face to your chest. “Oh, Dray… I’m sorry.” You sighed, and he let out a huff against your chest, balling his hands into the fabric of your shirt. “I don’t want your pity, I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk right.” He grumbled, and you smirked into the top of his hair. God, he was always so hot when he got needy. “Really?” You shifted him so that he was facing you and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips, feeling him frantically reach out for your waist. Angel. “That’s what you want?” You asked, and he nodded eagerly, digging his fingers into your hips.

“That's all I’ve been thinking about.” He said, and you kissed him deeply, pushing him back on the couch as you tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging hard at the strands. His moans were sweet against your lips as you felt cold fingers slide into the waistband of your sweatpants and into your panties, making rough circles on your clit. Draco leaned his head back and groaned, sliding a finger inside you. You couldn’t help grinding down on his hand when he hooked his finger, making you whimper.

“I can take care of you first… You’re really wet.” He murmured, and you shook your head, gripping his wrist to pull his hand out. This wasn’t about you, if he’d asked to fuck you, you would’ve let him, but he asked you to fuck him, and so that was what you were gonna do. “Strip down and go to the bedroom, okay? I’ll be right back.” You insisted, pushing off of him. You dug through a drawer in your bathroom cabinet before locating your harness. It did take a moment, and even longer to switch out the toy on the end, and you knew Draco would be impatient by the time you were back in the room… but that was half the point. As you were leaving the bathroom, you snagged a towel off the shelf and draped it over your arm. Sure, you could clean up the bed with a charm, but you preferred to clean Draco off yourself.

“Are you always this slow? Honestly, I could’ve fucked myself in the time that it took you to-.” “That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble, Dray.” You chuckled, tying your hair back in front of the mirror. You watched behind you as he sighed and looked up at the ceiling, looking the farthest thing from apologetic. That was the problem with dating a trust fund baby, they never learned how to have manners.“... Sorry.” He said, and you chuckled. Who would that have convinced? He sounded less sorry than he ever had. “You’re not, but that’s okay.” You turned to him, giving him a wicked sort of smile which he returned. “I hope you know that if we’re doing this, you’re taking the whole thing.” This confused him as he sat up on his elbows, looking at you. “I always take the whole thing-.” You cut him off, shaking your head as you tightened the straps. He had no idea what he was saying.

“No, babe. I got a new one.” You said, and you saw his face drop at this, all cockiness he normally exuded gone in a heartbeat as he saw the new toy attached to your harness. You smirked at him, walking closer… it was going to be a birthday gift, but he seemed like he could really use it right now. “... What?” He asked quietly, and you hovered over him, kissing him deeply as you ran your hand down his abdomen and gripped his cock, feeling him moan into your mouth as he thrust into your hand… God, he was already so needy. You pulled back and felt him kissing desperately down your chest to your tits, sucking a nipple between his teeth as he stared up at you. You chuckled at his attempt to switch your focus and pushed him back down, sitting up. “Gonna stretch you out real nice, honey.” You flipped him onto his stomach with ease, tapping his hip. You watched his back flex as he tensed, anticipating. It was beautiful to see, but not what you needed. You needed him to work with you. “Ass up.” You said, and he got up onto his hands and his knees, the pace of his breathing increasing as he heard you mumble an incantation and felt the lube on his hole. “Wait, I don’t know if I can take that-.” You cut him off by sliding two fingers into his ass, making him gasp as you scissored them inside of him, stretching him out. You pressed your body against his back, reaching around with your free hand to grip his cock again, jerking it in time to your thrusts while you listened to him moan. “Shhh, mommy’s getting you all prepped, love.” You murmured, kissing the shell of his ear before biting down on the lobe. You straightened back up after that, letting go of his cock in favor of increasing the pace of your fingers. “Shit…” He whined, falling from his palms to his forearms. You looked up and smirked into the mirror at the foot of your bed, smirked at the way that this man, so powerful and prestigious to the outside world, was in your bedroom waiting to take your strap. It was dizzying. “You’re taking my fingers so fucking well…” You murmured, and Draco’s head fell onto his forearms, groaning as you slid another finger into his tight ass. He always took them so well, making it look so easy to be fucked. You smirked at this thought, smirked at what a whore Draco Lucius Malfoy really was. “More… Please…” He whined, and you nodded. He was ready, he could take this whole thing without a problem… and you were looking forward to hearing him scream while he did, that was always the best part.

“So polite.” You slid your fingers out of him, making him whine with frustration before you lined up your cock with his hole, resting a hand on the small of his back as you guided the tip in, watching his head jerk up. “You love feeling full, don’t you?” You asked, and as he was about to answer you thrust the strap in the rest of the way, bottoming out in one movement. You watched in the mirror as his eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open as he shuddered against you, pressing back to see if there was anymore… Fuck, he was so good. “Yes mommy, I love your fucking cock!” He cried, and you let out a laugh. There was no way your neighbors hadn’t heard him screaming. They never met your eyes when you went outside, you knew there was a reason behind it, and you were fine with their reactions. “You’re such a whore, Dray…” Your whore. “The whole neighborhood knows it too.” They did. They had to. He’d never been good at being quiet. “Good… want ‘em to.” He whimpered, and you practically glowed at this. God, he was always good at making you feel good… and in turn, you made him feel amazing. “That’s it, babe.” You leaned down and bit his shoulder. He looked delicious. “You were made to take mommy’s cock, weren’t you?” You asked, and he groaned as you bottomed out deep inside of him again, pausing there before pulling all the way out and thrusting in again, probably wiping his mind clean. Not an excuse to ignore a question that you had so politely asked. “Fuck…” He didn’t answer your question, so you delivered one hard slap on his ass, knocking him forward and causing him to cry out. Don’t be such a fucking baby. He could take so much more, he was just always a pussy. “I asked you a question. Answer it.” You snapped, and he was apologetic in his answer, frowning slightly as he tried to get the words out. Cute. “Yes mommy!”

“You love being my cocksleeve, don’t you?” You asked, and he nodded frantically, fucking his hips back into you. God, he’s always such a fucking whore. “Yes!” “No one would believe me if I told them you begged for this… My own personal whore, hm?” You groaned, sitting up on your knees as you gripped his hips, slamming into him quicker now, making him whine. He looked immaculate, his face buried in the blankets and his fingers scratching at any parts of the bed he could find. “Yes mommy.” You smiled at this, scratching your nails down his back, making him groan. You wanted to mark him in some way, but you couldn’t leave any more on his neck, his boss had sent a letter home about it… so this would have to do. “Good boy… you love this shit, don’t you?” You ripped his head up, using the back of his hair like a handle. “I asked you a fucking question, answer me!” He nodded frantically, biting his lip. “I love it mommy, I love it! Harder!” He begged, and you let out a dark laugh, but obliged. He wasn’t going to be able to walk, but that was what he’d asked for -begged for, more accurately-. “You’re gonna be so fucking sore tomorrow, babe.” You kissed down his spine, biting at his ribs. “You’ll be thinking of me all day.” You reminded him, and he didn’t respond for a moment, just for a moment. “Already do…” “Look in the mirror.” You rolled your eyes at the way that he moved. So lazy. “I said look.” He did then, and you saw the hint of a smile in the corners of his mouth.

“You look so pretty…” God.

“Mmm, you do too… So good like this, getting all fucked out.” His whines got higher as you continued to thrust into him, increasing the force behind each one. You picked his head up by his hair, looking at his face in the mirror. Honestly, it was almost enough to make you cum untouched, seeing his furrowed brows, dropped open mouth, and flushed cheeks as he moaned your name. “Close? Yeah?” You sat up on your knees, bringing him with you as you wrapped one hand tight around his throat and brought the other down, jerking his cock as quickly as you could. You saw his thighs begin to tremble after a few moments of this brutal treatment and dropped him back on the bed, pressing his face into the mattress. You loved using him like this, something in you sang when you reminded him of his place. “Cum for me then.” You snapped, and it was almost like flicking a switch, you saw every muscle in his back tense as he gripped hard on the sheets. “‘M cumming mommy! Fuck!” He cried, shaking as he ground his hips down onto the mattress, no doubt covering your blankets and his stomach with cum as he shook. You continued to pound into him, holding his face against the mattress until his arms gave out, at which point you carefully shifted to the side and cast a cleaning charm on the bed. You grabbed the towel from it’s place a little higher on the bed and gently cleaned up Draco’s stomach and cock before laying beside him, pressing soft kisses across the expanse of his shoulders. Such a sweet boy. “You need to watch your fucking mouth when you do that, baby…” You murmured into his ear, and he let out a tired chuckle, scooting closer to you. You placed a hand on his back, wanting to ease the toy out of him before he fell asleep, but he brought a hesitant hand back to your wrist. “Can you… can you keep it in?” He mumbled, and you raised an eyebrow, but complied, wrapping an arm around his waist before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Of course, love. Whatever you want.”

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psycho-killer-writer · 5 months

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Dom!Draco Malfoy smut pls?? (u can ignore ofc)

my first story with smut lets be nice. Also didn't edit it I got lazy so if grammar errors or mistakes... oops.

summary: after accusing draco of cheating, you confront him and realize your were all wrong he must punish you for that ridiculous accusation.

Dom! Draco x fem reader

"THAT STUPID ASSHOLE! I fucking hate him, I'll kill him, how dare he... breath" I say in rushed breath trying to catch my breath. "really breath is that why your like going crazy" I love pansy like a sister but I'm gonna punch her in the fucking throat, "of course not but I'm angry so I can say what I want"

Pansy looked with complete confusion "how about you just tell me the problem". Oh yeah the problem kinda forgot what I was complaining about, that's what men do I guess. "That albino looking mother fucker had the audacity to take Astoria grass green or green glass, whatever who cares what her name is" I sneered.

pansy rolled her eyes giggling "you know what her name is"

"of course I know what her name is, Its fucking Astoria Greengrass for christ sake I have oddly sexually confusing dreams about her" I rant then pause hoping I didn't sound so crazy, pansy's just stares then shrugs "who hasn't".

"anyways like I was saying, he took her to meet his mom! who does that people that date and commit that's who" I was seething I thought what we had was passionate, animalistic, even say love but hey to early to tell.

pansy snorted "what are you gonna do go up to his room and demand he stop seeing Astoria, and tell him to stop existing around her."

I scrunch in disgust "oh god no im not some tacky pick me girl".

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No thoughts just anger and a little bit of delusion I walk up to his stupid door and bang on that stupid door, so loud that it rattles the hallway. Then the stupid door is ripped open and his stupid anger face is in front of me.

"who the he- oh hey" he says in sudden softness once he realizes who is causing the scene. "miss me that much the whole hallway can hear how wet you ar-"

he is suddenly caught off once I slap him across the face his face is suddenly whipped to the side, and he looks ahead past me in shock... then anger.... then he smirks at me and licks the inside of his cheek

I didn't even let him speak when I push past him and turn around to face him while he close the door.

I just start unloading all the crap (mostly insecurities, but pride ) I have been holding in. "how dare you I gave you my virginity, does it look like im one of those people who pass it around letting everyone get in here.. don't answer that. Then you bring that tall drink of water I have dreamt her kissing all over this body, to your mothers house. YOUR MOTHERS HOUSE! I doubt that prude can do the things and I can do and let you do the things to me that are disturbing but weirdly make me horny."

Don't know where I am going with this but I feel this heat and I'm just going to keep yelling and not know where this is going to go.

" so I guess I was nothing but a body to you, im not good enough to be yours, to meet your mother, and maybe in the future I won't be married to you that I sometimes fantasize about, and your mother won't love me so much that she gives me all her clothes in her will, and I'm getting off track again SEE THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO M-"

I don't even get to finish my speech because he yanks me from the back of the neck and kisses me hard on the mouth I almost couldn't breathe

after a while we both gasp for air and he keeps are nose touching "God the things I should do to that mouth". dammit he knows how to make me drip.

I looks at him in confusion and heartache how can he ask for this knowing the pain he is causing me.

"One, I don't know how you found out and I don't want to know, all I know your kinda crazy and to never hide anything from you" he chuckled and I was about to kick him in the ball when that smart son of a bitch block my leg.

"I took Astoria to the manor to tell my mother that we are not going to be committed to each other, since we were kids we were supposed to be married at 20, but I met you and there is no one I would rather be with then the insane girl that turns me on when she giggles, or my heart that skips a beat when you look at me or touch me." we both chuckle and I have a tear going down my eye.

god I feel like an idiot.... I win... wrong moment

"I feel like an idiot" I am embarrassed

he smiles pushing my hair away from my face "don't be it just shows your the one... I love you " he expresses

I gasp I forget ho to breathe, fucking suck it Astoria " you what?"

"I love you" he repeats

"one more time didn't quite catch you"

he chuckles and throws his head back "im gonna take it back"

"to late mister its out there forever"

" as much as I love make up sex I gotta punish you for acting like a spoiled brat" he said gripping the back of my head with my hair "ima fuck you so hard it's gonna feel like I hate you"

he rips my shirt wide open tearing it right down the middle and tearing it to pieces throwing it across the room. Leaving me in just my skirt and white bra.

He places his hands on my breast and squeezes with suck adoration "God these thing are so beautiful, and so goddamn sexy" he grips them tight then reaches behind and break the clip. Ripping of my bra

" that was my favorite one " I whimper, your so lucky i'm turned on jerkface

" what did i just fucking say" he seethed grabbing my jaw "you wanna run your mouth, then I wanna hear you scream"

He yanks my head toward him and kisses me with such love and anger at the same time. "Get on the bed and turn around on your hands and knees."

Fucking finally... holy shit i'm such a slut

I climb on the bed sightly nervous and very excited for what he is about to unleash on me. there I sit only in a skirt and my garter stockings, my boobs completely open and sensitive.

ready to be used

I feel his presence right behind me and his cold deadly hand riding up my leg to the ends of my skirt pushing it up to mu hips, only to reveal that I 'forgot' my underwear.

"ohh fuck" he seethed and gripping my flesh tightly "you knew what you were doing, you wanted to be in this position didn't you, you filthy little slut" feeling his grip tighten only shows how wet he is making me.

"oh sorry, I guess I left my underwear in Potters room after he fucked my brains out... oops" I look over my shoulder and give him a sadistic smile. Of course im lying I just like to poke the dragon a little bit.. or the ferret if we are getting technical.

I don't even get the chance to to process before he gathers all his strength and completely rips the skirt off of me

dam he is on a roll, my big mouth is going to make me run out of clothes

"please keep fucking talking let me punish you more, cause after this you won't be able to even speak."

i'm to fucking insane for this to turn me on

"oh fuck yes please punish me, I dererve it im a bad girl" I whimper. He simply smiles and groans out "oh yeah baby you are I say the punishment fits the crime"

He then slaps my ass, and I let out a slight gasp. "fuck your practically dripping, you like that don't you" he demands while slapping the other cheek.

"Count slut" he says while he spanks my right bum.

"one"

Smack

"two"

Smack

"three" I whimper how can pain fee; so good

Smack

"four"

Smack

"five" im tearing up from the intense feeling

Smack!

"six"

Draco put all his force in the last one I couldn't help but cry out and moan at the same time.

he messages my red flesh and leans down to kiss it "fuck baby you did so good, you take my punishment like a good girl.

he then proceeds to reach down my heat and feels how wet I am I let out an involuntary moan and my thighs tremble lightly .

all of a sudden im flipped on my back and he then proceeds to kiss me, we are both turned on we are making out without a care in the world its messy and hot and we don't care, I gasp for air and he then starts to kiss done my body while kissing each breast with such determination, I forget how to breath. "Draco please, I can't I need to feel you" I gasp

"you will baby soon, I gotta make sure your nice and prepped" he says while kissing the inside of my thighs

he grips my my thighs that are placed over his shoulders and I can see the dents in my skin his long fingers are doing.

I feel a long wet lick going up making me shiver and right when he licks my clit and sucks hard, so roughly nibbling on it. Giving me a sense of pain and pleasure at the same time not able to control myself I let out shrieks and moan; trying so hard to keep it in.

he can easily charm the room, but something about someone hearing the sounds of pleasure rattles Draco in a way that challenges him to challenge me. I can't take the pleasure the way his lips suck my clit then enters his tongue in and out of my pussy makes me gasp.

"yes, yess, ohhhhh fuck " I moaned out in high pitch

ohh yes, yes don't stop, ohh fuuu-" I became inherent too focused on my pleasure to even

next thing I know he enters his long cold fingers once again and curls them which makes me gasp and wither . "ahhhhh yess, fuck yes" I can't stop screaming

he looks up with is cold grey eyes and smiles.

" you like that dont you. oh fuck yes look at you its like your begging for it. ima fuck you so good, for that little stunt you pulled" he seethed

I couldn't take it anymore I couldn't hold it I came so hard. "ohhh fuccc, ahhhhh" i couldn't control it my juices sprayed Dracos hands, he would stop he kept curling his fingers in me. I was so sensitive my legs were shaking I was shivering with over stimulation.

he crawls up toward me looking into my eyes and smiles and kisses me hard with love and compassion, we break apart nose touching.

he keeps eye contact and tells me " your such a good fucking girl you know that, merlin you come too good." he exhales with such satisfaction.

"you know I love you right" he looks at me with adoration

"of course, I made you repeat it like three times" I giggled

"good because im going to fuck you like I hate you" he says dropping his smile into something sadistic

he quickly pulls away and flips me on my stomach again picking up my legs to balance myself. He slaps my ass and enters me slow to accommodate his huge size and after a while he pulls out and and pounds into to me with no mercy.

my eyes cross as the sudden intrusion draco grabs my hips and continues to pound me from behind the room filling with skin slapping and moaning. thrusting into me with such determination and ruthlessness I can't stop screaming

"holy fucking shit take my cock you dirty girl" he tells me groping my hips hard where my skin starts to tingle and pound into me relentlessly.

"ohh yes , yes fuck me I deserve it" I grip him so hard having his cock enter my pussy nonstop.

draco then grabs my hair by the roots and pulls my head back and puts his face above mine "you like being treated this way being used like some possession a slut just for me, now open that goddamn mouth" as I obeyed his order he spat in my mouth and I swallowed it with delight then kissed me it was messy and wet but we didn't care all we focused on is the pleasure of him fucking me roughly.

"holy fuck i'm gonna come, i'm so close" I screamed he then spared me hard and pulled away. I shivered from the emptiness

"you better hold it cause i'm not done" he whispered in my ear, suddenly he flips me on my back and grabs me by my thighs and hooks his hand under by leg onto hip and enters me again with more passion and fill me up all the way I can feel the warmth of his cock invading me while he controls me moving ui and down due to his hands moving me on his cock he groans and huffs from the squeezing of my walls.

"yes- yes -yes" I say in high voice small tears forming my eyes from the pleasure and I can't handle it "hell yeah baby cry those happy tears for me milk me like a good girl". h go forward and puts his weight on his hand on my throat and goes at a faster pace pounding me while squeezing my throat I couldn't handle this amount of pleasure

"fuck mee yesss ahhhhh" I come hard around his cock I can't take it y eyes roll to the back of my head while he lowers his pace but takes deep thrust while he comes in me.

"look at me while I come in you dirty girl, fuck yes you like that, me filling your pussy take it like a good girl" he says as he empties out inside me as I calm down from my high .

he pulls out and I whimper from the emptiness he kisses the side of my calf and sides at me as he relaxes my legs and joins me next to the bed and we look up at the ceiling in exhaustion.

draco is the first to look at me he Tuens his head "you should slap me more often" I laugh at his comment "the way you act there would probably be plenty" I say turning my body and lean top to look down at his beautiful face "I guess its only fair that I should apologize to you"

"uhh yeah sounds reasonable" he smiles at me twirling the end of my hair

"good then"

"waiting for my apology"he looks at me with a smug face, and I look at him confused "I just did, didn't you hear me."

"what you said you should apologize but you didn't do the action" he says smugly

" take it or leave it ferret" I say and I wrinkle my nose in his face and he does it back reaches up and kisses me. "oh you love testing my patience don't you babygirl"

"all joking aside I really am sorry for invading your privacy and going all phyco" I admit with guilt and embarrassment

"I will admit it was kinda a turn on especially your little rant about us getting married" he snickered

"please forget about that I was seething I don't know why I was saying all that.... out loud" I added and he pulled me down to lay on his chest underneath the covers and made me look in his eyes "that all I think about and dream every night darling, because I love you" he confessed and I swear to merlin I came a third time.

"good because I love you too" I respond and all was right I put my head on his chest and basked in each others company

" So in this vision do we have a dog: draco asked and you always loved his soft spot for animals and remembered he was never allowed to have a pet.

" No, but there is a ferret" and si felt a smack on my ass I laughed " of Course there is a dog, you couldn't pick one so you chose both"

"good" he said and smiled pecked my lips and held me as we fell into the night slumber.

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pickinglilahs · 3 months

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NB!Harry (Drarry, My Loves) Ch. 12

AO3 link, Chapter 1 Ch 11, Ch 13 This chapter be Spicy 🔥 MDNI 18+ Unlike the last spicy chapter, this is 2.7K of pure filth. And by filth, I mean adorable, tender, loving, toe-curling, squeal-inducing, leg-kicking, slightly dom/sub, body-worship.

Draco and Haze agreed to skip the library and go back to the dorms after class.

Slughorn had let everyone who'd successfully brewed Felix Felicis keep a 12-hour vial as a reward. So, most of their class was also heading back to their rooms to store the potion somewhere safe.

Stopping at Draco's room first, he stored the vial in a jewelry box alongside some of his other valuables. Draco locked the box, then placed it in his truck, locking that as well.

Picking up his bag, Draco walked back over to Haze, who had waited by the door. Taking their hand, the two went to Haze's room.

While Haze was digging around their trunk, trying to find a safe spot for the potion, Draco took off his shoes, grabbed a book from his bag, and sat on the bed.

Satisfied the potion would be safe, Haze shut their trunk and came around the bed to where Draco sat. He set the book aside immediately to pull them up onto the bed; Haze came willingly, straddling his lap.

Haze was in trousers today, but Draco could feel the tall socks underneath as one hand rubbed over their knee. The other hand was settled farther up, on their hip, fingers playing at their waistband where their shirt was tucked in.

Haze had their hands in their lap, chin tucked and eyes downcast. Frowning, Draco dropped his head a bit, trying to catch their eye.

Nothing.

"Haze?"

No response.

"Mon Ange?"

Haze's eyes darted to Draco's before quickly looking away again. Sighing, Draco lifted the hand from Haze's knee to their chin. Tipping their face gently, Draco waited for them to look at him before he spoke.

"I need you to talk to me, Mon Ange. I can't read your mind; I'm not that good at Legilimency."

Haze huffed a bitter laugh. "Yeah, well, I'm pants at Occlumency so I doubt you'd have any trouble." They closed their eyes, face turning slightly away in Draco's hold.

Frowning, he studied them. It had been a joke, nothing of consequence. But there was something in Haze's reaction that gave Draco pause. When did they study- Oh. Draco pulled Haze to him, holding tight.

"I will never invade your privacy like that. I-" love you. Draco almost confessed right there. Merlin. What else could he say?

He buried his face in Haze's hair to keep from saying anything stupid. Haze's arms were trapped between the two of them and they squirmed, slightly uncomfortable.

Draco quickly pulled back, taking Haze's face in both hands. I love you. "I would never. Will never."

Haze nodded slightly, a ghost of a smile lighting their eyes; relief plain on their face.

"And now I've sidetracked us, haven't I?"

A real smile crawled onto Haze's face then.

"Did you want to talk? It seemed like you were going to say something before."

Haze frowned in confusion and shook their head. "No. I don't think so."

"Hmm..." Draco studied them, one hand stayed on their cheek, brushing his thumb back and forth, while the other dropped down behind their back, pulling them closer. He could have sworn Haze was about to say something, but their confusion was genuine.

"In that case,"

Draco had intended to talk to them about the book Hermione had given him, but with Haze in his lap like that, it was a little hard to think.

Draco kissed them.

Firm and sure, Draco's lips danced with Haze's, drawing out a gasp before they sighed into his touch. Their hands traveled up, one sliding into Draco's hair, the other coming to rest on his jaw.

Draco nibbled on their bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth completely. Haze whimpered, and Draco's tongue followed the sound, wanting to swallow it. Haze opened for him, loving the feel of Draco's tongue ravaging their mouth.

Haze could live here. Draco's arms around them, his sweet scent filling their nose, mouth drowning in the taste of his mint tea. They didn't have a care in the world.

The world didn't even exist.

The only thought in Haze's head was 'Draco.'

Draco's hand moved from Haze's cheek to their hair. His fingers went to the base of their neck, wrapping around the strands till he had a firm hold. Gently, he tilted Haze's head just right so he could kiss them deeper.

Haze sucked a sharp breath in at the complete control Draco had just gained over them, then whimpered, falling completely pliant in his arms. Draco could have done anything to them in that moment, and Haze would have gone willingly.

As if sensing their submission, Draco growled low. The sound reverberated through Haze, sending a shiver straight down to their core. They ground down against him, both moaning at the friction.

Draco tilted Haze's head farther to the side. He trailed his lips down their jaw, nibbling up to their ear. "Tell me what you want, Mon Ange."

Haze whimpered, "You."

Draco growled again. He dropped his head to their shoulder and took a deep breath. It took all of his self-control not to take Haze right then and there. That wasn't what they meant, and he knew it. He also knew that Haze would let him take them anyway, and he didn't want that, not if it wasn't what Haze wanted too.

Not sure what they'd done wrong, Haze whimpered again, in alarm this time.

Draco kissed their shoulder reassuringly before pulling back to look at them. "Me what, Haze? Tell me what you want."

Haze looked confused and a bit distressed. "Want... Want you."

Draco blinked. No. Surely not. "Want me to do what, Mon Ange?"

Haze whimpered, not understanding. They didn't know what they wanted, let alone how to ask for it; they just knew they wanted Draco.

Fuck.

"Okay, Chaton. I've got you." Draco leaned in to kiss Haze gently and they sighed into him.

They trusted him.

Completely.

Draco crossed his legs, putting one hand under Haze to lift them slightly. Then he leaned forward to lay them gently down on the bed, never breaking the kiss. He shifted to put one knee on either side of Haze for better leverage, all but sitting on their lap.

Slowly pulling his hand from Haze's hair, Draco made sure not to catch his fingers on their curls. Sensing him pulling away, Haze clung to Draco's neck. But he didn't go any farther.

In fact, Draco trailed kisses down Haze's neck to their collarbone. His hands found the buttons on Haze's shirt and slowly began working them open.

Once Haze realized what Draco was doing, they stiffened. His hands paused, but Draco kept kissing and licking at Haze's neck. It only took a moment for them to relax. A particularly firm bite to the tendons in Haze’s neck making them cry out, going pliant once more.

Once they had, Draco nibbled his way back up to Haze's ear. "You're beautiful, Haze."

Only then did his hands continue with the buttons, making short work of them.

Haze whimpered at the words and gasped as Draco's hands made contact with the bare skin of their stomach.

Draco pulled back enough to see their face, hands resting solidly on Haze's sides. Their shirt had fallen open a little when he pushed his hands in, but Draco had no intention of looking. Not yet.

He stared down into Haze's wide eyes. "You are beautiful, Haze Potter. In any and every form you take, you are beautiful."

Something had changed in Haze's face. Before, they had been completely submissive for him. But now? Draco wasn't sure.

"Wh-Wh-What-What-What if y-you d-d-d-d-don-don-don't like w-wh-what y-y-you s-s-s-see?"

Damn.

Draco was shaking his head before Haze had even finished. "I don't-"

Draco paused. Was it insensitive to say he didn't care what they looked like? Especially since they were still trying to figure themself out? Draco wanted to be supportive, not dismissive. He switched gears.

"That doesn't matter to me. It never has. It's only ever been you. I'm Haze-sexual. Whatever form you take is what I want."

The hope and disbelief warred on their face. Draco was just going to have to make them believe him then.

Leaning in, Draco brought their lips together softly.

"You're Beautiful." He breathed

He ran his thumbs over Haze's sides, sending goosebumps scattering over their skin.

"Absolutely Beautiful." Across their jaw.

He trailed his lips back down to their collarbone, hands beginning to roam up and down their sides. Haze shivered beneath him, body on fire.

"Beautiful." In the hollow of their throat.

He kissed down their sternum before nosing their shirt further apart. He left kisses over every inch of their skin as it was revealed.

"Beautiful." Into their chest.

Haze tightened their grip on Draco's shoulder and hair as his mouth found one of their nipples. He nosed at it. Kissed it gently. Gave it a long lick, eyes looking up to meet Haze's.

"Beautiful." Across their puckered bud.

Then he slowly took it into his mouth. He suckled. Nibbled. Blew air across it. Then turned to play with the other one, spurred on by the breathy moans each action drew.

"Beautiful." A praise.

Continuing his ministrations, Draco's hands slid down Haze's covered thighs. Gripping and caressing, his hands roamed, slowly making their way up to Haze's belt.

"Beautiful." A veneration.

Draco rested his hands on the buckle, giving Haze plenty of time to stop him. They whined at him, arching into his touch. He smiled, kissing their sternum again.

"Beautiful." A thank you.

He shifted further down, slowly undoing their belt, trailing kisses further down. He undid the button and zipper, looking up as Haze took the hand from his shoulder to drape over their eyes. He kissed right above their waistband.

"Beautiful." A prayer.

He hooked his fingers in their pants and Haze lifted their hips obediently. Moving off them for a moment, Draco removed their pants and trousers completely. He took a moment to appreciate the view. Tall socks; open shirt; love bites trailing up their collarbone and neck.

"Beautiful." A devotion.

Throwing one knee back over them, Draco braced himself on one hand. Pulling their arm away from their face Draco smiled. He brought Haze's hand to his mouth, holding their gaze and kissing their palm.

"Beautiful." A promise.

Draco shuffled back so he was resting between their legs. Holding Haze's gaze, he placed a pillow under their head, then moved to place one under their hips.

"Beautiful." An adoration.

Haze went to cover their face again, but Draco caught their wrist. He guided their hand gently to the headboard and they gripped it tightly.

"You're too beautiful to hide, Mon Ange. I want to see you."

They shut their eyes, not knowing how to handle the intensity of his gaze. Draco's heart hurt; he would make them believe it, even if it killed him.

Kissing them gently, Draco moved down. Starting at their socked claves, he kissed his way up one leg.

"Beautiful." A caress.

At the top of one sock, he licked a stripe up their inner thigh. Before he got to their center, Draco shifted to do the same on the other side, kissing up their calf and licking his way up.

"Beautiful." A groan.

He peppered kisses over their inner thighs, up the creases of their legs. He nuzzled into the dark curls right above where they were aching for his touch. Haze whimpered.

"Beautiful." A growl.

Settling down, Draco wrapped his arms under Haze's thighs and looked up to their face. They had their eyes scrunched shut, both hands white-knuckling the headboard.

"Tell me to stop, Mon Ange."

They shook their head violently, whining alarmed at the thought. Smiling, Draco took a long, slow lick right up their center. Choking on a gasp, Haze arched their back in pleasure.

This was what they had wanted. Had needed. Had been unable to voice. For Draco to do as he pleased with them.

"Beautiful." Hungry

Licking his lips, Draco dived in. He couldn't get enough. The sounds. The taste. The quivering in their thighs when he found that bundle of nerves.

Pulling one arm back, Draco slowly ran a finger up and down their wetness as his tongue played with their clit. One of Haze's hands came down to grip his hair. Their legs tried to squeeze around Draco's ears, but he kept a firm grip on the one, hand coming around to hold their hips in place.

"Draco."

A gasp.

A plea.

A prayer.

Sucking on the throbbing bundle of nerves, he slid a single finger into them. Haze cried out in pleasure, arching into Draco.

Adding a second finger, Draco pulled his mouth back to blow cool air against them. Haze's whole body shuddered, and they whimpered.

Draco smiled and crooked his fingers. He growled as Haze jumped, a moan breaking free as their hand yanked on Draco's hair.

Tapping at the spot inside them with his fingers, Draco attacked their clit with his tongue once more. Haze cried out, their whole body trembling as every nerve was set on fire. Heat pooled as Draco devoured them.

"Draco!"

They could feel their pleasure mounting, Draco chasing it higher and higher. When it finally snapped, Haze shrieked. Eyes rolling back, body trembling, Draco sent them flying over the edge.

They spasmed, whole body arching in pleasure. Draco carried them through the pleasure, slowing as they gradually came down.

But he didn't stop.

When they relaxed, Draco added a third finger, leaving one crooked as he pumped his hand steadily. Haze cried out in alarm, pleasure quickly building once more.

He sucked on Haze's clit again, and they sobbed on a moan. Draco hummed at the sound, the vibrations throwing them over the edge for a second time.

Body jerking, they sobbed. "Draco!"

Still, he didn't stop.

Didn't slow.

Moving his hand faster, harder, he pulled his head back a little, shifting his thumb to rub over their abused clit. Draco's jaw ached and he could feel the drool and slick dripping down his chin. His senses were overwhelmed with Haze.

Glancing up, Draco relished in the sight. Haze's head was thrown back, mouth parted, breathy whines accompanying the desperation on their face. They began rocking their hips against him, hurtling toward the edge once more.

Turning his head to press a kiss to their thigh, he whispered against them. "One more for me, Chaton. I know you can."

They sobbed a moan. Half-formed words tried to make their way out, but the only clear thing that reached Draco was 'please.'

Draco growled. "Come for me, Chaton." He bit down on Haze's soft inner thigh, and they screamed.

Body seizing, heart stuttering, breath choking, eyes rolling back, they did just as he told them.

He kept his hand moving till their body fell limp. Hands dropping to the bed, head falling to the side, they were spent and completely boneless.

Only then did Draco slowly pull back. Fascinated, he pulled his fingers free. They were coated in Haze's clear slick, but, thankfully, there was no blood.

The book Hermione had given him had warned him that could happen. It was also where he learned that he shouldn't use a cleaning charm just now.

Gazing up at them, Draco licked his fingers clean, admiring the peaceful look on their face and the occasional aftershock that was still twitching through them. After his fingers, Draco dipped back down to lick up the last of the mess he'd made.

Haze whimpered and squirmed, oversensitive. Their hand came back to Draco's hair, not pushing away, and too weak to hold on properly. Aftershocks wracked them, overstimulation just the right side of painful.

Draco gave one last lick to their folds and a final kiss to their clit. Only then did he pull back completely. Wiping his face on his sleeve, Draco sat back to admire his work.

"Beautiful." I love you.

Draco shed his shirt and trousers before crawling up the bed to lay beside them in just his pants. On his side, Draco reached one hand out to brush a stray curl from Haze's face.

Their eyes fluttered for a moment as they turned into the touch, seeking him. Smiling Draco trailed his fingers down their nose, over their cheeks. His thumb caught their abused lower lip; Haze must have been biting it. Or maybe that had been Draco's doing.

Shifting, they whined at him, only half awake now. Smiling, Draco reached for them. He shifted the two of them around, not bothering to mess with Haze's state of dress. He pulled the covers up over the two of them and wrapped his arm tightly around Haze, their back pressed firmly against his chest, one leg between their thighs, arm supporting their head.

"Sleep, Chaton. I've got you."

Just like that, Haze dropped off into dreams.

Draco closed his eyes too, an overwhelming sense of peace engulfing him. He had never been allowed this before- to be anything like this.

In control

Tender

Giving

Maybe he didn't need to worry about telling Haze he loved them after all.

Maybe he just had.

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draqo-pctter · 1 year

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i outrank you; a dramione microfic on ao3

words: 1,332 rated e, explicit tags: minister of magic hermione granger, head auror draco malfoy, they’re both two touch-starved divorcee’s, dom draco

a/n: originally posted in a two-part drabble thread on twitter.

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knittedjumpersandleatherjackets · 1 year

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Notoriety - Drarry

Harry Prefers to be known for some things more than others.

Warnings - a/b/o dynamics, alpha!harry, omega!draco, pwp, p in a smut, begging, slight d/s dynamics, i'm wary of tagging tbh don't want it taken down

Harry Potter is known for a lot of things. He has been since shortly after his first birthday.

He's known for defeating the Dark Lord twice, for fighting in a Wizarding War, for winning said war, for being the youngest Professor in Hogwarts, and for being Witch Weekly's most eligible bachelor for eighty-three consecutive weeks.

He's also known for being the coolest godfather ever, the best friend a man could have, and for being the most awesome professor ever. All three of these are the accomplishments Harry relishes in having, clinging to those compliments when the others attempt to be too heavy to carry.

He's been accused of many other things.

Never this. Never in his wildest dreams had he hoped or even allowed himself to hope for this.

Draco Malfoy was willingly in his company, willingly stepping between Harry's spread thighs with flushed red cheeks.

Things were tentative, still just new to them both.

"You have to be the most self-restrained Alpha I've ever come across," Draco murmured, lowering himself to his knees.

No one had ever accused Harry of having self-restraint. Especially not Hogwarts' newest Potion Master. The second youngest Professor to ever be employed by Hogwarts.

"Is that so?" Harry's voice had dipped several octaves, coming out closer to a growl as Draco rested his hands on Harry's thighs. He smelled overbearingly sweet, the scent resting on Harry's tongue and reminding him of Honeyduke's most decadent chocolate.

"I've never had the issue of having to beg before, Harry." Draco looked up through his lashes, biting on his bottom lip. "But if that's what it will take then I'm willing to."

Harry freed Draco's lip with his thumb, smoothing the teeth mark gently. Draco's eyes were almost black as he slipped the digit into his mouth, letting his tongue brush the pad of Harry's thumb.

"Isn't there a three-date rule?" Harry chuckled, pressing down on Draco's tongue, trapping it so he couldn't speak, could use the usual Malfoy snark. "I'm trying to be a gentleman, to court you."

In truth, Harry had wanted to bend Draco over the hardwood of his office desk that day he had approached Harry tentatively on his first day in Hogwarts. He had come to make amends as if Harry could hold a grudge against the man.

As if Harry had a choice. As if he hadn't been half in love with him since they were children. The obsessive stalking, the dreams that had plagued him since he had first presented at sixteen.

There was something confusing about wanking yourself raw every time he spotted the man he was supposed to hate so fervently. Especially in the midst of a war where they had fallen on opposites sides.

But this Draco Malfoy, Professor Draco Malfoy, was no angst-ridden teenager. He was for all intents and purposes, the most attractive Omega Harry had ever seen.

Long graceful limbs, hair that had been grown out just long enough for Harry to wrap his fist in, and an arse that Harry had a hard time taking his eye off.

Harry watched saliva pool along the sides of his thumb, dribbling down Draco's chin as Harry kept his thumb in place, keeping the Omega silent.

Draco mewled, his hands sliding further up his thighs to the button of the Alpha's slacks. Harry allowed Draco to undo his button but caught his hands with his free one when they moved to his zipper. He stared Draco down when he swallowed roughly and dipped his head slightly in deference.

"I'm trying to treat you as I should. Trying to be chivalrous, walking you back to your door every night, buying you flowers, and treating you like a proper Omega should be treated." Harry reminded him. He pressed harder down on Draco's tongue when he attempted to speak. Instead, a garbled moan fell from his lips.

Harry arched into Draco's hands, pressing them tighter to his crotch with his own hands. "Coming back to my own chambers and fucking my fist thinking of that tight little hole."

Draco's eyes rolled in his head as he began to suck on Harry's thumb in earnest, flexing his hands. "You don't want to be treated right, do you?"

Draco blinked, attempting to focus on Harry's words but he was too far gone, his arousal permeating the air like a vat of Amortentia. Harry inhaled deeply, his cock throbbing. Draco flexed his hands again.

"You don't want me to buy you flowers or drop you off at your chambers every night, do you? You want me to drag you back to my own chambers and fill that tight little hole, don't you?" Harry released Draco's hands, batting them away to undo his own zipper. He freed his cock with a hiss.

Draco's hands fell down by his side as his breath heaved and his eyes locked on the almost angry-looking tip of Harry's cock like he was a starving man. "So here's what we're going to do. You're going to prep yourself, get that tight little hole all wet and loose for me. I'm going to stroke my cock and if you're ready before I come then you can sit on my cock. If not, well then I guess it's your hard luck."

Harry released Draco's tongue, spreading the saliva on it over his cock and groaning to himself. Draco watched with rapt attention, quivering in place. Harry smirked, stroking himself from root to tip before Draco spurred into action.

He vanished his trousers and pants, rather than move from his kneeled position, and his scent's potency increased tenfold. Harry groaned again, speeding his hand up and twisting his wrist just how he liked it.

He'd had a lot of time to perfect his wanking ability, none more so than in the last three months since Draco had joined the faculty. He was surprised he hadn't given himself carpal tunnel with how often he had found himself thinking of Draco exactly like this.

The man in question was moaning loudly, bouncing on the fingers he had unceremoniously shoved inside himself. He was sweating, a red flush spreading down his chest. Harry had missed him vanishing his shirt.

"That's it, baby. Just like that." Harry grunted, fucking up into his fist. "Show me how you fuck yourself while thinking of me."

Draco's eyes rolled in his head but he focused on Harry's cock again, adding another finger if his moan was anything to go by. Harry pressed his thumb against the gland that ran the length of his cock and bucked up again, clenching his jaw.

Draco appraised him with hooded eyes before deciding he'd had enough and scrambled up to straddle Harry's lap. When Harry attempted to push his trousers down Draco shook his head, one hand replacing Harry's and dropping himself down on Harry's cock.

"Let me get these off." Harry insisted, hand on his trousers again. Draco shook his head, freezing on Harry's cock as he bottomed out. His arse clenched and the tight heat had Harry restraining himself from thrusting up.

"Leave 'em on. It's hotter." Draco insisted. Harry smirked at Draco's very obvious interest in this power play, leaving him at Harry's mercy. before he could tease Draco about it his words were cut off by a loud growl as Draco began to bounce on Harry's cock.

"So good, so fucking good." Draco whimpered, falling forward to press his face against Harry's bonding gland, inhaling deeply.

"So fucking tight, Jesus Draco." Harry couldn't fight the urge, wrapping an arm around Draco's waist and fucking up into him. Draco was babbling incoherently now, every second word was Harry's name.

Slick dripped down Harry's cock, a sticky mess on his balls and thighs and he was sure that he'd smell of Draco for days to come, all of which drove Harry to fuck into Draco harder and faster.

"Please, please," Draco begged against Harry's neck, his hot breath making Harry's hair stand on end. "Knot me, knot me, knot me."

"That what you want, baby? You want to be the perfect little Omega, taking my knot, huh?" Harry growled against Draco's shoulder before biting down on the soft flesh.

Draco howled, babbling incomprehensibly again. Harry could feel the beginning of his knot, that familiar heat that had his eyes clenching shut. "Don't know if it'll fit, if you can handle me."

"Please, I can. It will fit." Draco wailed desperately. "I'll be so good, I promise. Alpha, please."

Harry tilted his head back as he thrust up, pushing the knot into Draco who screamed. Harry thrust shallowly, pulling at Draco's abused rim. "Please, please."

Three more shallow thrusts had Draco clenching down impossibly tight and cumming between their bodies. He sagged against Harry, hitching sobs as Harry continued to fuck into him, chasing his own release.

"Wan' it, Alpha. Please." Draco whimpered, clenching around Harry's knot. Harry gave in, allowing the sensation to pull him under, his hands clenching into Draco's hips as his vision whited out and he came.

When Harry blinked his eyes open again he smiled gently down at the Omega who was purring contentedly in Harry's arms. Hary stroked a hand up and down Draco's sweat-slicked back and the Omega sat up, clenching accidentally around Harry's knot.

He wore a soft smile, bashful after everything. Harry raised a hand to cup his cheek and pulled him into a sweet kiss, more than aware he hadn't kissed Draco since they were leaving the restaurant they had dinner in.

"Sweet boy." Harry hummed when he pulled away. Draco groaned, attempting to hide his smile in Harry's hand. "How do you feel?"

"So good." Draco stretched, clenching down on Harry again. This time it wasn't an accident. "Think you can go again, old man?"

"You're older than me." Harry protested with a laugh. "'sides, maybe we should let this knot go down first."

"Why?" Draco asked, bouncing himself shallowly. His own cock began to stir with interest and Harry felt his breath catch as he looked over his Omega.

His head was thrown back, one hand against Harry's chest for balance and the other on his own cock. "Alpha, my Alpha."

That one might be Harry's favorite thing to be known for these days.

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lostmyremembrall · 2 years

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༒•𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞•༒

Tom Riddle x Fem! Reader x Draco Malfoy Genre: Pure filth.

Summary: You're caught touching yourself in the Dark Lord's office by Draco Malfoy. What will your punishment be? Will Tom Riddle be merciful?

Warning: Minors DNI! Overstimulation. Fingering. Dumbification. Degradation. Tom teasing you. Tom being "gentle". Spit kink. Dom! Tom. Mafia!Tom if you squint. Dom!Draco. Slut shaming. Dubcon.

Photos aren't mine.

-> ༒•𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟•༒

You let out a deep sigh, sinking deeper into the currents of pleasure.

Your fingers gently ran up and down your folds, your eyes trained on the empty seat across the desk, where he always sat.

“This isn’t what our Dark Lord pays you to do, Y/L/N.”

You jumped up from your seat, pulling down on your skirt. You turned on your heels to find the spoiled arse kisser, leaning against the wall, sneering.

You felt your cheeks burn. Stammering, you still found the courage to say, “None of your business, Malfoy.”

Malfoy’s eyes stirred in an amused surprise at your apparent refusal to admit to the crime.

“Really?” a raise of a brow. Malfoy took slow, steady steps towards you. “Well, as a lieutenant general, I’d say whatever happens in this office has got everything to do with me.”

Your nostrils flared stubbornly, “A shame you have no proof—, wha, what are you doing?!”

It was then that Malfoy’s wand quickly moved to push you down on Mr. Riddle’s desk, your wrists held together in a tight rope.

Malfoy tilted his head in an exaggerated ponder as he ran his slick index finger down your folds, eliciting a suppressed shudder out of you.

Malfoy observed the string of cum that formed in between his thumb and index finger. “I believe I do,” a low chuckle.

Malfoy pulled up the hem of your skirt, exposing your bare ass. He gasped dramatically at the lack of panties, “Have you been walking around like this?”

He ran his hand down your cheek. “Didn’t know you were such a naughty girl, Y/L/N,” he breathed out.

He grabbed at your ass before giving it a slap. You gasped, a subdermal burning sensation ran over you. Another slap to the other cheek. Then another.

You bit down on your lips and angled your head to send him a resentful look.

Draco Malfoy only cackled at the sight, throwing his head back. “Don’t look at me, Y/L/N.” He grabbed at your hair, pulling your head back towards him for him to whisper into your ear. “You’re the one who broke into Our Lord’s office.”

You caught sight of the wicked grin spread across Malfoy's lips as he sent another blow to your cheek. You let out a suppressed moan.

“Enjoying this, are we?” Malfoy sneered, his ensuing blows only getting quicker and rougher.

You shifted your weight between your legs, subconsciously wanting to cause friction between your thighs. However, the blond was quick to catch you in the act.

“No no,” he slapped away at the inside of your thighs, causing you to spread apart for him. “This is supposed to be a punishment, Y/L/N.”

Malfoy produced a plug for a good measure, pushing it into you. His silver eyes peered into you, his lips widening into a smirk, “Wouldn’t want a half-blood cum staining Our Lord’s office,” his hand tapped on your cheek.

It was then that you two heard a click on the office door. You arched your head back and felt your knees wobble underneath your weight at the sight, even with the support of the desk.

Mr. Tom Riddle had poked his head into the office, his curious eyes darting around in search of the source of the noise before they settled on you. His dark hair ruffled from travel, his tired eyes captured you bent over his office desk with reddened arse on full display. A brief shock flashed across his eyes.

“Draco?” his eyes narrowed on you with an amused smirk slowly making its way to his lips. “What is the meaning of this?”

Draco pulled you up against him, turning you around to face the one and only Lord Voldemort. Your breath hitched in your throat when Malfoy’s arm swung across your throat, effectively holding you in place against him. You fought against his grip, to no avail.

“Caught her sneaking into your office, sir,” he hissed. Malfoy’s biceps pulsed as his arm tightened around you, tightening around your airway. Your lips pursed.

With your arms tied at your back, all you could do was fight against Malfoy’s strong arm with violent twists of your torso, as Tom Riddle continued to take slow but deliberate steps toward you.

However, it wasn’t Malfoy’s command under his breath to stay still, nor the office door that Tom Riddle locked behind him, that caused you to freeze. No. It was Tom Riddle’s piercing eyes.

Once again, you felt your knees give a weak wobble underneath you as his eyes captured you fully, his eyes briefly lingering on the hem of your office skirt that was still flipped in the corner. You were caught with an urge to correct your appearance, salute, or run away from the spot like crazy all at the same time. In the end, all you could do was stay frigid like prey caught in the headlight.

“I was punishing her, sir,” you were certain that the voice of Malfoy, even that confident Malfoy, wavered in the presence of the Dark Lord. “She was touching herself, you see.”

An amused smile spread on the Dark Lord’s lips as he rounded around the office desk. “Is that so?” a quirk of a brow.

Malfoy shifted his feet and turned towards Tom Riddle, now sitting and leaning back in his comfortable leather chair. For a brief second, his eyes flickered to the top of his desk with a nudge of his chin.

Malfoy understood that command perfectly and pushed you forward, forcing you to climb onto the large office desk. Your knees scraped against the wooden surface as Malfoy inched you closer to the Dark Lord. Your toes wobbled underneath you, whether from the weight or from the nerves, you did not know. Malfoy’s arm still locked your throat against him.

“Her name?” he murmured. You felt a shiver run down your spine as Tom Riddle’s eyes grazed over from head to toe, like sampling you on a starter dish.

“Y/L/N, sir,” you heard Malfoy from a little above your right ear.

Tom Riddle only hummed. He leaned forward in his seat, the creak of the chair’s wheel the only sound in the silent room. The air was tense as strings strung across the room, the strained lines enough to shred you. Tom Riddle seemed to be contemplating what to do with you as his hands steepled in front of his lips.

Suddenly, his right hand stirred. The hand reached over to you, closing the distance between you two. Slowly, his hand snaked its way towards your core, exposed to the air underneath the single layer of your skirt. You fidgeted against Malfoy’s grip, but it was no use. His right arm only wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer against him.

Your breath hitched at the cold touch of Tom Riddle’s fingers. Perhaps he was truly cold-blooded as the rumours said, or it was simply because he had been travelling in the frigid air of winter London. His fingers were cold as ice as they danced over the skin of your folds.

You gave out a shuddered breath when Tom Riddle pulled out the plug from within you. The metallic object, now coated with your arousal, shone in his fingers.

Tom Riddle raised a brow at you, most likely intended at Malfoy behind you.

“Didn’t want her half-blood cum on your desk, sir,” you were certain you heard Malfoy stammer.

The Dark Lord hummed and placed the plug on his desk. His hand proceeded to glide over your exposed thighs. His brows furrowed at the reddened areas inside your thighs, sure to turn into a nasty bruise. “This is no way to treat a lady, Draco…”

“But her half-blood–” Malfoy’s persistent objection barely reached the Dark Lord’s ears as his fingers grazed across your sensitive skin, marked by a warm, soft sensation of a feather running its way over your bruises.

“Pure or impure,” Tom Riddle’s voice was more stern than usual as his hand retreated, content with the outcome of his healing spell. “You’ll find that sometimes giving your subordinates what they desire would be the simplest solution.”

Malfoy was lost with words, unsure of what he was getting at. You, also confused, narrowed your eyes down at his enigmatic expression. Your chest heaving anxiously under Malfoy’s arm in short bursts.

“You kept picturing me and you just couldn’t help it, correct?” Tom Riddle’s soft voice somewhat alleviated your concern. At least he seemed to be in an understanding and forgiving mood.

You nodded.

The Dark Lord gave a low, dry chuckle. “I know,” he murmured. He caught you by surprise when his left hand grabbed at your head, forcing you to look down.

Tom Riddle watched two of his slender fingers plunge into you, slowly disappearing. “Oh, I know you can take two,” he breathed out as you struggled against Malfoy’s arms. “You were just masturbating for fuck’s sake.”

You watched his slender, cool fingers penetrate you, breathing out a long sigh of ecstasy when his fingers reached the depth you usually find impossible to reach. His fingers got accustomed to your warmth soon enough.

“This is one tight cunt,” a gravelly chuckle, “Would like to try you out sometime.”

You let out a moan at the Dark Lord’s fingers that started prodding at your gspot. Your shoulders shuddered.

“Cumming already, hm?” a hint of amusement behind his mocking voice.

Your eyes glazed over, feeling your heavy head dropping in a few nods. “Please, please, pretty please,” words poured out of you involuntarily, “I need to cum,” your desperate eyes caught the Dark Lord’s, pleading.

Tom Riddle pulled down on your head even further, using the momentum to push his fingers further into you. “Cum, then,” he spat out.

You felt a jolt coursing through your entire being as you drew in a sharp breath. Your scream was muffled by Malfoy’s quick hand that covered your airways. You came down from your high with a few more jabs into you, your breathing heavy.

“Let’s get this out of the way,” came Tom Riddle’s voice hushed in excitement.

Soon enough, Malfoy obeyed; he let go of your airway, causing you to draw in a sharp breath, to tug at your blouse. The buttons burst, exposing your breasts snug in your bra. The buttons rolled off into the distance with a metallic clink.

You, still numb from the orgasm, just let Malfoy’s hands roam over your breasts. Here and there, he gave a few squeezes. You felt him hardening against your back.

Tom Riddle did not give you much of a break before his fingers went in for a second round. One of Malfoy’s hands reached up to your bare neck. His fingers wrapped around your throat. You gulped, suddenly conscientious of your overly vulnerable neck in his strong grip.

“Fuck,” your eyes rolled back at the Dark Lord who added another finger.

“Hey,” Your eyes, however, were forced open by a light slap to your cheek, “Your eyes open.” It was Malfoy’s stern voice.

His grip hardened around your throat, causing you to swallow hard. Your left eye twitched, fighting to gain back your control.

“Look how pretty she is,” you heard Tom Riddle’s jovial voice from somewhere in front of you, “Don’t you think, Draco?”

Through your fluttering eyes, you caught Malfoy’s lips twisting into a sinister smirk. “I do like the view from up here,” he murmured. His eyes flickered up to Tom Riddle. “I think she’s getting there again,” he said nonchalantly, constricting his restraint around your convulsion.

Tom Riddle tutted as he leaned further into you, “This girl just loves to cum, doesn’t she?” His chocolate eyes dashed around the ceiling as if searching for something inside you.

“Fuck,” you spluttered out as your eyes widened at the spot Tom Riddle had managed to find.

“Oh, that’s your spot, is it?” a sardonic voice from the Dark Lord. “Then it should only take you a few more…” he said over your quickening breathing.

Your lips parted, ready to scream out the Dark Lord’s real name. But, Malfoy’s right hand reached up to your mouth, stuffing your mouth with his fingers. Your tongue enveloped his slender fingers, eliciting a restrained moan from the blond.

You moaned loudly into his finger as you came undone, water splashing out of you in a downpour.

You thought you heard the two men laughing in the distance. Your downcast eyes caught sight of the mess you had made on the mahogany office desk. Your lips trembled at the drenched parchments, Tom Riddle’s neat handwriting barely legible with the bleeding ink.

“You just had to get all your half-blood cum onto my documents, did you?” through the ringing in your ears, you thought you heard Tom Riddle chuckle, shaking the water off of his fingers.

But above all, Tom Riddle’s eyes, driven mad with excitement, staring up at you. His eyes hungrily took you in, from your forehead beading with sweat, your hair matted with exhaustion, your breasts exposed and vulnerable, to your cunt, still dripping water.

“Open,” Tom Riddle’s voice was strangely calm despite his dilated irises. His eyes flickered to your mouth for a brief moment.

You obeyed, letting Malfoy’s fingers drop out of you. You opened your mouth wide for the Dark Lord, spreading your tongue out as well.

The Dark Lord’s fingers were slightly longer than Draco Malfoy’s, you noticed, as he plunged his fingers deep into your throat. You gagged helplessly, feeling the drool pool around your mouth, Malfoy’s strong grip holding your head and neck in place for the Dark Lord.

“Clean your filth off of your Lord.” Tom Riddle whispered close to you, obsessively watching you through his eyelashes, as you struggled to swallow him up. So close you could feel his warm, aroused breathing tingling on your skin.

The Dark Lord was taking his time with your throat, feeling it constrict and expand around his fingers. “I’ll have to fuck that throat of yours some time, Y/L/N…” he sunk into the pleasurable dream as he sighed deeply into the sensation.

Your chest was tightening, asking for air. You felt Malfoy’s hand against your stirring throat. Your eyes flickered panickedly between the Dark Lord and the Blond, both eyes boring into you as you gasped silently for air. Unfortunately, both seemed to be enjoying the sight far too much to care about your oxygen level.

His grip tightened around your throat. “Shhh… a bit more…” Malfoy’s hushed voice next to your ear trailed away.

You blinked slowly, willing yourself to stay focused. Your vision was darkening, however. The two men’s beautiful yet indifferent faces, peering down at you. The Black Prince and the White Knight… your mind echoed as you felt yourself drifting into sleep.

You were suddenly brought back awake with the sound of your own lungs taking in the air. You blinked rapidly, noticing your chest heaving for air, small pats on your cheek as Malfoy congratulated you well done.

Tom Riddle, however, was back to business. His fingers, strung to you with your cum and saliva, smeared the drool around your face. His fingers dove back into your cunt.

“Spit,” Tom Riddle commanded, taking his fingers a few centimetres out of you.

You obeyed, aiming for the fingers down below. You watched the drop slowly make its way down your breasts. Noticing that the spit was never going to make it down the bra and the skirt, Tom Riddle sighed, and spat on the fingers himself.

And just like that, the fingers were back hitting that spot again. You snapped your head from left to right, trying to clear the fog. The lewd sound of liquid and rattling desk echoing the room.

“We’ll have to get all that filth out of you,” Tom Riddle reached deeper with a grunt. A blush rose to your cheeks when you realised that he was referring to your water that squirted all over his desk.

You nodded. With the way the men looked at you splashing, it was easy to believe that it was all filth you had up in there, and that indeed, you had to get rid of it.

You managed to wheeze through your clenched teeth, “Malfoy,” his eyes flickered down to you. “Choke me,” you pleaded.

Malfoy snickered. “How easily you turn into a slut,” he murmured and shook his head. He rolled his eyes, but still, he complied, his lazy hand wrapping around your throat. You moaned blissfully. It felt right; a deserving punishment for a slut like yourself, you decided.

Tom Riddle was getting rougher, you noticed. With the new objective in mind, his goal-oriented mind was too focused on draining you. Malfoy lent a hand, literally, by using his spare hand to play with your clit. Your chest heaved up and down again, to which Tom Riddle responded by slapping away at your breasts.

It was becoming all too much, at this point. Your walls clenched painfully around the Dark Lord’s relentless fingers. You clenched your eyes shut, wondering for the first time, when the end will come.

Tom Riddle chuckled darkly at the sight. He must have understood perfectly that you were starting to get drained. “We’re going to show her what a punishment really looks like, Draco,” his eyes glinted dangerously.

You came a lot quicker this time. Malfoy’s hand pushed your head downward, forcing you to watch yourself flood the office desk again as your body shook violently. Your squirt did not know how to stop, shamelessly continuing the streak for a few seconds under the hungry gaze of the two men.

Your walls pulsed, sending vibrations down your legs and up your body through your core. Your poor cunt was reddened and throbbing. Your legs started to involuntarily close at Tom Riddle’s fingers that were inserted again.

Now you were truly beginning to understand how this was a punishment. More cruel and long-lasting than Malfoy’s even. You would have much preferred short bursts of pain to this endless pleasure ride.

“Please–,” you stammered, attempting to twist your body away from his fingers. “No more–...”

Tom Riddle only chuckled in response as he shook his head to your disappointment. “I know you’ve got more in there,” Tom Riddle only reached deeper into you.

His brows were furrowed as he watched his fingers appear and disappear out of your cunt, intent on making your cunt submit to him. Your poor cunt screamed with the watery sound.

You clenched your teeth. You were fairly certain your brain was melting at this point.

“You just won’t stop cumming, will you?” you thought you heard Tom Riddle chuckle dryly in the distance as you clenched around his fingers. “You hungry whore.”

Your eyes shut tight. You think you spluttered some nonsense about begging for forgiveness from the Dark Lord as you came for the fourth time. The water gushed out of you onto the desk again. You crumbled onto the desk, convulsing. Your eyes blinked away at the stars.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Tom Riddle’s hand grasped your hair, pulling it up to face him. His voice was cold. Apathetic. In contrast to your pathetic voice that came out through sobs.

“I’m sorry–,” you sobbed even harder at the disgust that flashed across the Dark Lord’s face. “I’ll never–”

But, you were shut off with Tom Riddle’s fingers, once again stuffed into your throat. Your cum tasted salty and bitter.

“You’re the one who asked for this.” Your eyes flickered in between the stern eyes of Tom Riddle, for the first time, feeling something close to genuine fear in the pit of your stomach. His shaded eyes made for an impression of his irises growing black.

He leaned into you, whispering by your ear. You trembled under the cool feel of his lips grazing against your cheek.

“You are going to take this, correct?”

For once, you did not know how to respond. You were certain that you couldn’t take it anymore. You might break if you push yourself further. But, perhaps, that was what the Dark Lord was aiming for. It certainly wasn’t formatted as a question.

You never gave an answer. But, as you expected, Tom Riddle simply did not care. His fingers retreated, pulling more drool out of you. Once again, you were brought up by Malfoy's arm against his back and the Dark Lord resumed his work on your cunt.

“I’m going to render you senseless, Y/L/N,” Tom Riddle breathed out. Not bothering to look up at the convulsing Y/N as she shook under Malfoy’s play at her clit. “I’ll make sure you won’t feel a thing down there for a good few weeks.”

“You have such a breakable cunt,” he breathed out, ignoring your whinper, “And mind you, I could,” he casually continued, unplugging his fingers briefly to let out the squirt again.

Your glazed-over eyes absent-mindedly stared up at Malfoy, twitching a few times in his strong arms as his hand roamed over your breasts, waist, and hips.

You felt your eyes brimming with tears at the overstimulation. But soon, that too, was taken away from you by the Dark Lord’s rough tongue that grazed it.

“But I think I’ll save that for next time,” he murmured by your ear.

You whined and turned in Malfoy’s arms as your core snapped again within you. You did not even have the energy to form a coherent word this time, some syllables tumbling out of your mouth along with your water, still gushing out of you as strongly as ever between your shaky legs.

“Should we make her clean this, sir?” Malfoy’s voice sounded above you as you numbly registered Tom Riddle daring to add another finger.

“Of course,” Tom Riddle furrowed at the ludicrousness of the sentence. “She’ll lick it clean.”

Malfoy looked around himself at the mess of the office, still continuing the circular motion around your clit. The water had soaked up pretty much everything on the desk, and succeeded in dripping down to the carpet as well. It was a lot of filthy half-blood cum.

“What?” Tom Riddle shrugged. He did not care for his lieutenant’s expression that suggested the impossibility of the task. “It’s hers, isn’t it?”

Tom Riddle slapped away at her clit, urging more to squirt out. You flinched and winced, but it was effective. “You would love her cunt, by the way,” Tom Riddle casually started conversing, daring to add the last finger to your cunt. “She’s probably a virgin, too. I know you love virgins.”

Draco Malfoy pouted at the suggestion, tilting his head against yours. “Right, but… any tainted blood is not my type.”

Tom Riddle merely raised his brows at the hypocritical blond in denial, cocking his chin at the boner that was clearly showing through his trousers.

“What, did I drain you?” the Dark Lord furrowed at a few droplets that squirted out of you this time. Slapping away at the clit, however, did not work this time.

“Looks like she’s fainted.”

“Wake her.”

The Dark Lord’s indifference to the cruel treatment shocked even the blond. “You mentioned the punishment ends with draining her,” Malfoy mumbled, “Sir,” he added hesitantly at the Dark Lord’s piercing gaze that landed on him.

“At this point, I just want to see how far she can take it, really,” Tom Riddle soon returned his focus back onto you. He gave your breasts a few slaps, sending ripples across the small puddle that formed on top of his desk.

Y/N did not wake.

“What a bore,” Tom Riddle let out a huff of exhale, and stood up. With a flick of his wand, he undid the bind on your wrists, letting them fall beside you.

“Leave her,” the Dark Lord commanded at the blond who took out his wand to clean her.

“But, today is Friday, sir,” reluctantly, Malfoy slowly let Y/N slump down on the desk, your face dipping into your own cum.

Tom Riddle grabbed at his own coat and hat on his way out of the office. He flashed a smile at the blond, “Means she’ll have the whole weekend to clean up, doesn’t she.”

And with a quiet thud, the Dark Lord closed the door behind him, leaving you on his office desk with your reddened ass in the air.

A/N: Ah, the Dream Threesome.

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