#draco malfoy imagine
heyyy here’s a request: going on a camping trip, draco forgets to bring a sleeping bag so they have to squeeze into reader’s sleeping bag together
One Sleeping Bag
pairing: draco malfoy x black!reader
summary: the camping trip you suggested was supposed to go a lot better than what it did, like maybe draco not getting confused and leaving you both with only one sleeping bag.
word count: 870.
authors note: i know wizards know what sleeping bags and thing like that are but pretend they don’t to fit the story also, reader is described as wearing a scarf to bed + silk fabric on top of that so take that as you will :)
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the malfoys were never a family who camped— it just wasn't a thing that came up in the many pureblood families. and when times occurred where they had to, like the quidditch world cup, everything had already been packed for them by way of the exhausted house elves— they also had the privilege of leasuring away in a tent the size of a medium sized house.
so when you recommended going camping as another one of your small adventures after exploring those caverns in america, he had no reason to object. especially when you said it in an oh so soft voice, hiding any of the other means of deceivance in it, knowing that he had no real experience with muggle camping that you had done pretty often thanks to having a non-magical mum.
but he was too wrapped between your finger, quite literally, even when you two were still attending hogwarts— if your hands were knitting through his hair, ruffling it to no return, he would have no objection to what you asked— now he wished he wasn't such a lovesick idiot.
it was so incredibly different than what he thought it would be. in his mind, he imagined getting a nice tent from a local shop and magically pitching it in a spot with a nice view but instead, be was met with a list of things he needed to pack himself because you were completely against the labor of house elves and the location of where you were going— the woods, the actual wild.
well, he didn’t know the second part at the time or maybe he would’ve actually packed everything on the list instead of laughing at the most essential thing.
“you were serious about the sleeping bag?” he whispered more to himself than you, the girl he hoped wasn't peacefully sleeping on the side of him and would suddenly burst out laughing and tell him it was a joke but, nope— the only response he got was light snores and the sight of a string of scarf peeking its way out of the silk bonnet that was protecting your hair.
the only thing that he could find to fulfill his needs of warmth was the small blanket resting under your head and acting as a pillow but the most he could do with was cover his legs and either way, he didn’t exactly want to take away what was helping your head not be met with the hard ground because he made an idiotic mistake.
there was really no other option that he had, his wand was in the car parked thirty minutes away because you insisted on hiking a little before getting to the spot and even if that wasn’t the case, he heard something ruffling outside less than ten minutes ago.
so, he slowly went to kneel by you, making sure not to step on you in any way before gently tapping your shoulder, for some reason trying his best not to disturb you while at the same time, trying to disturb you.
but of course you didn’t wake up at that, not even a budge. so, he did it again, and again, and again, until you finally started stirring. you were still a little drowsy but then again, drowsy was good if he had to ask you to share the one sleeping bag you had with him.
“what’s wrong?” you mumbled, more on instinct seeing you weren't in the slightest bit involved in the conversation, only in the dream you were chasing after as you dug your head deeper into the bag like a turtle going back into their shell— the actions only alerting him to get on with it.
“i don’t have anywhere to sleep.”
“sleeping bag,” you answered shortly, dismissing the inquiry all together causing him to huff and roll his eyes like a child.
“didn't pack one— you must know how ridiculously silly it sounds to sleep in a bag, we’re not animals. it’s like being a raccoon and sleeping in someone’s bed, that’s odd,” he rambled, scared by the moments of silence that went by soon after.
maybe he’d just have to warm himself up by huddling in a corner, it looked pretty uncomfortable and he’s never had to do worse— but it’s better than nothing right? but the moment he was starting to get up and go on his way, you scooted over as much as possible to one end, leaving some empty space to squeeze into.
“is that good?”
“mhm,” he quickly hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck— a feeling of relief that he wouldn't be cold all night.
“g'night draco, try reading my list thoroughly next time.”
“next time? there will not be a next time— you know a caterpillar, those fuzzy worm things, it was crawling in my hair for a good three minutes before i noticed it. what if it laid eggs?”
“if i was a bug, i’d probably go to the brightest thing i saw too. your hair is almost blinding in the sunlight,” you half joked, laughing at the feeling of him lightly kicking you and the question of it you were a bug would you lay eggs in his hair too.
“oh yeah, you’d be the only human i trust with them.”
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draco malfoy x plussized!reader
summary: just a little push was all it took for draco to call you his.
warnings: fluff (if i’ve missed any please dm me!)
a/n: guess who finally wrote :D
you held up the vial between your fingertips and marveled at it. draco sat next to you with the same expression.
"that one little vial could fix everything. it could save your life if you were moments from dying. merlin's beard, that's amazing." said draco
you hummed in agreement. he was right. it was amazing.
"are you going to take it now?"
you shook your head. "no. i want to save it for something very important. if i didn't, who knows what problem could come when i need it the most?"
"you're right." draco turned to you. "how come you and that potter got it right?"
"i don't know how harry got it, but my father taught me how to make it. we had the extra ingredients to make the potion a year ago. all the instructions in the textbook were incorrect. i didn't use it."
"you're lucky." draco laid on his back, his head falling on your pillow.
you both were in your dorm. draco's paint set was on your work desk as it always was. at this point, you just studied in the library until it was time to go back to your dorm.
you looked down at him.
he was so beautiful. his eyes were closed and he looked peaceful. he was at ease around you. he often fell asleep in your room during late nights or in general really.
your hand brushed his hair from his face and he softened even more into your touch.
mustering up some confidence, you said, "you're pretty. did you know that?"
"you're pretty. did you know that?" he asked.
you slightly blushed, brought your knees up to your chest, and shrugged.
he opened his eyes and turned to you. "you are."
you were surprised by two lengthy arms wrapping around you and a head of blonde hair resting on the side of your waist. "you are."
you laid back, your hair resting itself on the pillows. draco put beads in your hair earlier (and some glitter without your knowledge). draco shifted his head to your stomach.
his arms stayed wrapped around you.
you noticed how you both were getting closer each day. not that you minded, of course.
you got flustered over the smallest things. he shared everything with you. you usually slept with him in the same room everyday now. hell, your heart even fluttered once because he offered you some food from his fork.
at this point you couldn't even control the way you felt. the desire for draco malfoy was so potent that it engulfed you fully to the point where everything became such a muddled blur except him.
he was everything you wanted and more.
losing track of time when in the greenhouse, sneaking out to stargaze at the very top of the astronomy tower, studying while listening to him softly hum the same song that made you feel like honey, lazy hours in your room spent with the both of you just lying there and dozing off several times, tears falling so hard that they hurt while he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your hair...
his lips, oh god his lips.
after about twenty minutes, you both were snoring softly.
the next morning, draco woke and appreciated the lack of sunlight peering through the windows. it was a saturday.
you were still asleep.
somehow, in your sleep, you and draco's legs entwined each other's and he was on top of you, his head laying softly on your chest.
you looked the most peaceful when asleep, he noticed. your hair covered your face and he lightly brushed it away to see it clearly.
you stirred and sleepily opened your eyes.
before you could actually comprehend what was happening, he rolled off, not wanting to make you uncomfortable and looked at your eyes.
those damn eyes, he thought.
you blinked, slightly confused and blushed when you realized what's happened.
"sorry for waking you."
you shook your head and stared at him longingly.
before he could stop himself, he said, "your eyes are so pretty."
blood rushed to your face and you hid it in the pillow.
he slightly stirred. "y/n, what are we?"
you turned to him softly and answered truthfully, "i don't know, draco, but we're not just friends."
"more than just friends?"
"a lot more than just friends."
"we could be."
"we could be?"
"yes. do you want that?"
"i'd like that. would you?"
your noses were almost touching.
he let his lips meet yours and you melted.
you slightly tasted like mint, despite not having anything in your mouth for seven hours or so, and your lips against his were soft. you both pulled away from one another.
hell, if that was all it took to call you his, he would've done it ages ago.
this was new.
your lips met again, this time his hand softly tangled in your hair, and it lasted for several more seconds. you both had lost the ability to think. when you pulled away, draco grasped your hand and you smiled.
hello, my darling!
everything is going absolutely splendid!
i'm happy to hear that you like your gift, it's so very important so try not to lose it.
this letter is rushed because i don't have much time but i'm travelling for work. things have been getting much better here at home, love.
at the moment, i'm in france. i'll be in america next week and i hope for your best wishes, y/n/n.
i miss you and hope to see you soon, also.
you and draco sat in your bed. it was now 9 am. you both haven't left one another yet. your fingers were entwined and you were both under the many blankets on your bed.
it had been freezing.
your mind pleasantly buzzed with delight.
what did you do to earn the privilege?
“thank you.” you said.
he turned and kissed your forehead for the hell of it. “for what?”
“for choosing me when no one else did.”
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quote: ‘people are not medicine’ + any character
word count: 0.2k
His tears burnt your skin.
They sunk through the fabric of your shirt as he cried on your shoulder, each pitiful whimper, settling into your bones.
Each whisper of her name, the one that caused this, had you holding back a flinch.
Your hands were on him, his hair, the nape of his neck, his back. They were pulling him closer, but yearning to push him away.
His shoulders shook, you ran your fingers through his hair. He gasped, you consoled. A tear fell down your neck, traveling down your chest and you faintly wondered who it belonged to.
There was a numbness taking over you, your throat clogged with everything you wanted to say. Everything you yearned to say on these particular nights.
Ones where you listened to the boy you loved the most; cry over the girl who kept breaking his heart.
Where his jagged heartbeat was in sync with yours.
And when his eyes ran dry, tears staining his cheeks, he looked up at you.
He looked curious, a wonderment and his own yearning taking over him.
It was probably your kindness, your fingers that assuaged any aches and the way your arms were always available for him.
It had him pressing his chapped lips against yours.
He kissed you like you were the answer to his failed love. Like the taste of your tongue would make him enough. Enough for her.
He kissed you and pulled you closer like you could heal him. Like the press of your lips were the salve to the hurt she caused.
You weren’t though.
You could not fill in the cracks she had left in his heart.
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can you do one where draco and y/n are about to have sex but hermione walks in and at first is like wtf but ends up joining in??!! ty if so
pairing(s): draco malfoy x hermione granger x reader
word count: 1.7k
warning(s): 18+, threesome, semi-public sex (well they get caught but it's a wanted thing), oral (female receiving), slightly dom!draco
a/n: requests are back open for now if you want to request anything specific! or just continue reading the filth bc ya'll are getting very creative with requests and i love it!
You couldn’t believe he had talked you into this. Again. But you were also too blissed out to even care.
Your boyfriend, Draco, had dragged you back into the Restricted Section while the pair of you were trying to get some studying done in the library. Or at least you had been trying to study. Draco had decided on behalf of both of you that neither of you could simply wait until you made it all the way back down to the dorms and pulled you deeper and deeper into the library until you were naked and laid on a table in the Restricted Section.
‘No one comes back here. It’s fine’, he told you as he stripped you bare.
And he was right. The pair of you had done this on more than one occasion and had never been caught.
You both heard the door swing open at the same time and the shuffle of feet just around the corner.
Draco didn’t even pause his movements, still thrusting deep inside of you, but he did slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the array of noises he was dragging out of you. He gave you a signature smirk right before his eyes shifted to peek between the books to see who the intruder was.
You watched as his eyes widened minusculely, but then he was only pounding into you harder when he shifted to bring his lips close to your ear.
“It’s Granger,” he whispered before pulling back to stare down at your face.
You could see the mischief clear as day in his eyes. You couldn’t help but have the same feeling. The swottiest girl in school, just happening to stumble into the same room you were getting ruined in. It was almost too good to be true.
And besides, neither of you could deny how fit she was. You had both talked about it. And it wasn’t an opportunity either of you were just willing to pass up.
He slowly slid his hand from your mouth, but you were careful to stay reasonably quiet. If a few breathless moans escaped you, neither of you cared. You wanted to get caught, after all.
You could practically feel the seconds tick by as you heard her feet shuffling from aisle to aisle. Draco had slowed his hips to a slow roll, but the friction was so delicious that you couldn’t help but have to stifle a few of your louder moans.
Finally, you heard a breathless ‘oh’ coming from the end of the aisle you two were hiding in, both of your heads snapping to the source of the noise.
And there she was. Hermione Granger in her swotty little skirt, her button down shirt perfectly tucked in. And she wasn’t moving a muscle. You doubted she was even breathing at the debauched sight of you and your boyfriend.
“I- I’m sorry. I- I’m going to go now. Sorry,” she managed to stutter out, but right as she went to turn Draco set his plan in motion.
“Granger,” Draco called darkly, the authoritative tone in his voice making you clench around his cock. You saw her freeze again, her back turned but she was listening intently. “Don’t be sorry. I saw that little blush. Now do you really want to leave or do you want to join us?”
“I- I shouldn’t,” Hermione breathed, her entire body tenser than you had ever seen it. She still hadn’t turned around to face the pair of you again.
“Don’t be a swat and get over here, Granger,” you taunted, wanting nothing more than for her to get in the middle of the pair of you.
You watched her take a deep breath before she turned, the blush on her cheeks had risen since you had last seen her face, but her eyes were nearly black with lust staring at the pair of you. Slowly, Draco pulled out of you, causing you to whimper, but you couldn’t complain long because he had you standing up within seconds.
“Go strip her, darling. I know you’re aching to see what she looks like under all those clothes,” Draco whispered low in your ear, giving you a little push forward to get you started.
Once you made your way over to her, you locked her in a kiss that could only be described as needy, the pair of you utterly consumed by one another. You took her clothes off with a speed you didn’t know you possessed, your hands obsessively roaming her naked body, the three of you hidden deep in the stacks.
Draco let the pair of you play for some time, perfectly content with watching, but as the time passed he grew more and more on edge. All he wanted to do was cum deep inside of you while watching Granger lose her mind because of your tongue, and that’s exactly what he had planned.
“Darling, I think you’ve had enough fun,” Draco said, coming up behind you, pressing his entire body along the back of yours. You could feel his cock throbbing against your ass, your cunt clenching around nothing at the anticipation of whatever he had planned. “Get back on the table.”
You followed his command with ease, watching as he coaxed Hermione up on the table beside you, perfectly perched on the edge with her thighs firmly pressed together. You could see her squirming with arousal, your own legs parting in need, your eyes shifting between Hermione and Draco’s cock.
“Now, Granger, I’ll give you a little choice here. I know what I want but -”
“Whatever you want,” she cut Draco off quickly, blushing scarlet once she realized what she said.
Draco’s smirk was nothing short of predatory as he stared down at her. A flash of jealousy went through you, watching him look at her like that, but when his eyes briefly met yours they held a promise of giving you exactly what you wanted. It was what he always did.
“Turns out the little swot is submissive. You were right after all, darling. Granger, I want you to sit on Y/N’s face,” Draco told her bluntly.
Hermione shot a questioning look at you, clearly wanting to know if that’s what you wanted. You couldn’t even help the little giggle that came out of you at the audacity. It was all you had ever wanted with this woman.
“Get over here,” you told her with a playful smile on your face, and you helped her get into position as she wasted no time in following orders.
When you looked up, you moaned and spread your legs even further. Her cunt was dripping right above your lips, the swell of her incredible ass in the perfect line of sight. She looked delicious.
Draco ran his thumb over your clit as he spoke. “Give her your best, darling. I want her screaming.”
You set out to do just that immediately, Draco filling you up again not long after. You could hear their moans getting swallowed up by each other’s lips, only spurring you on. You devoured Hermione, your lips sucking around her clit only to alternate your tongue between her tender bud and her dripping entrance. You barely came up for air as you worked, determined to break her down and make her scream. It seemed to be proving an easy enough task, she was already struggling to hold back her louder moans.
All the while, Draco was pounding his cock as deep as he could inside of you. His animalistic thrusting was pushing you higher and higher with every second, your own moans muffled by Hermione’s cunt. You couldn’t fathom how well he was keeping himself together right now, you were ready to burst the second Granger laid eyes on the pair of you.
Finally, Hermione and Draco pulled away from their kiss, all three of you so close to your orgasms you could barely breathe.
“You gonna cum for her, Granger? Soak her mouth?” Draco asked, breathless, but he never missed a beat inside of your pulsing walls.
“Yes, fuck. I’m so close,” Hermione whined, her head thrown back in bliss.
“Eyes on me,” you heard Draco mumble to her. “I wanna watch you fall apart all over her tongue.”
Another spark of jealousy raged through you at the softness in his tone, but if Draco wanted a show, you would sure as hell give him one. Just as your own orgasms loomed in front of you, you took Hermione’s clit and sucked it harshly between your lips.
You could feel her shudder and writhe as she climaxed, both you and Draco’s hand keeping her upright for a moment. The little breathless moans she was giving you both in an effort to stay quiet were too cute, and they sent you flying over the edge right after her.
As your walls clenched around him, Draco thrusted once, twice, three more times before he came with a groan, muffling the noise in Hermione’s lips in one last kiss.
You slowly came down from your high as Draco helped Hermione get settled down beside you, passing her her clothes in the now bitterly cold library. The lack of body heat didn’t last long, because before you knew it Draco was helping you sit up and cradling your head against his strong chest. No words were passed between you yet, both of you content to help Granger gather her bearings before she inevitably fled from the scene.
“I- I don’t know what to say,” Hermione said with a blush, losing some of her confidence now that her clothes were back on.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” You asked her, giving her a small smile. You truly hoped she did.
“I think that’s an obvious yes,” she giggled, not quite making eye contact with either of you.
“Then let us know if you’d ever like round two. We’d be more than happy to oblige,” Draco offered with a smirk. Hermione matched it with a smile of her own before turning and leaving, leaving the pair of you still stark naked in the library where you began.
“Did you enjoy yourself, darling?” Draco mimicked, finally turning to look down at you.
“I did,” you said with a happy sigh. “Although if there ever is a next time, I’d like to be the one sitting on her face instead.”
“I think I know just how to make that happen,” he told you, mischief dancing in his eyes as he pulled you in for the kiss you had been waiting for since Granger entered the room, and your sex life.
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I love the malfoy princess series so much! I was wondering if you could write about Narcissa and Lucius telling Draco that they are expecting again after years of trying to have another child? And his reaction to find out that the baby is a girl, he always wanted a sister? When he holds her for the first time, he cries and promises to protect her and that he will be the best brother that he can, just really fluff overall.
Bestest Big Brother
↠ A/N: i didn’t know how old you wanted Draco to be, so i’ve just made him a 7 year old… 7’s a good enough age gap right? also i kinda changed the ending a little because I wanted it to be more fluffier, so hopefully that will be okay…
↠ Warnings: fluffy fluff, slight mentions of difficult pregnancies i.e. miscarriages.
↠ your parents were ecstatic when they received the news, they were going to have another child. finally, their family would feel complete. even though they wouldn’t be having as many children as the Weasleys… because who wants that many kids… they were still so happy, and overjoyed by the news, knowing that their son Draco wouldn’t be an spoilt only child - there would be two spoilt children now.
↠ it was safe to say that your mother was nervous about the whole thing: she wanted, no she needed, this pregnancy to go well - they had already lost far too many children, within the past 7 years.
↠ returning home from the Healer, to gain full confirmation of course, she went straight to her husband’s study, only to find him not there. slightly confused by his lack of presence, she soon found him outside in the gardens, tending to the peacocks. calling him inside from afar, your mother nervously wrung her hands, feeling unsure of his response - would he be happy? would he be annoyed, why now are we having a child 7 years later?
↠ “How was the Healer, darling?”, your father asked once he made his way to his wife, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles, before extending a hand out for her which she gladly took. “Oh it was fine.” “Nothing bad I assume?”, your father asked. “Nothing bad at all…” “That’s great dove, so what are your pla-” “I’m pregnant.”
↠ your father had to take a minute to simply register your mother’s words. but soon his eyes lit up at the news, when he looked your mother in the eyes once more. “…how far along?”, he whispered, still completely stunned. “6 weeks”, your mother whispered back, before your father excitedly picked her up and spun her around causing her to laugh at his enthusiasm.
↠ that was good, that was 2 weeks longer than last time.
↠ “We-We’re going to be parents again Cissa. I know it this time, have faith”, your father spoke, before pulling your mother into a sweet kiss, causing your mother’s nerves to fly away - she always felt reassured with your father by her side - only to be interrupted by a very unamused Draco.
↠ “Ewww, why do you always have to be kissing whenever I come in the room…”, your brother whined, scrunching up his nose in disgust at the sight of seeing his parents.
↠ Narcissa: “Oh Draco my darling, come here! Your father and I have something to tell you…”
↠ Draco: “Is it a new firebolt? Oh please, please, please, Mother can I have it? I’ve been very good, you know I have!”
↠ Lucius: “Not quite son…”
↠ Draco: “But I have been good! I’ve been eating my vegetables, without complaining y’know, and-”
↠ Narcissa: “You’re going to be a big brother…”
↠ your brother was slightly annoyed by the lack of a new broom, but hearing that he was going to be a big brother made him explode into nothing but happiness - Draco had always wanted a sibling; preferably a brother, but he knew his mother had always wanted a daughter and he loved his mother very much, so if it meant he would have to have a sister, he would still be the bestest big brother ever - as long as he was the oldest, he was happy.
↠ it was safe to say that your mother was relieved to find out Draco was happy as well - now all she had to do, was make sure this pregnancy lasted the whole 9 months…
↠ it wasn’t easy to say the least, the morning sickness, the aches and pains, she had to endure were nauseating, but it would all be worth it when she held you in her arms.
↠ one night after dinner, with your parents and brother going off into the drawing room, your brother had insisted that your mother take it easy, and was being a perfect little gentleman, causing your mother to smile at how cute he was being, as he fluffed up her pillows, and made sure she had everything she needed to be comfortable. ruffling his hair, your brother looked up at your mother, before smiling as he gently placed his head on her shoulder, “Mother, when will we find out if the baby’s a boy or a girl?”
↠ “Soon my little dragon, soon. Which one would you prefer, a baby brother, or a baby sister?”, your mother asked your brother, before your father interrupted your brother’s thoughts. “Drakey here, will probably want a brother won’t you son?” “Actually, Father, I was hoping the baby would be a girl instead.”
↠ “You would be happy with a sister?”, your mother asked, slightly surprised by your brother’s response. “Mhmm, because then that way you can have a daughter, since you’ve always wanted one. Either way, a brother or a sister, I just really want a sibling…”, your brother admitted, before he began to yawn, signalling that he was ready for bed. your mother couldn’t help but feel so lucky to have a son so doting and mindful of his mother’s wishes - he just wanted his mother to be happy.
↠ as your father took your brother to his room, to help with bedtime even though Draco was grumbling the whole way insisting that he didn’t need supervision, he used this as an opportunity to his advantage. “Father, if the baby is a girl, as I am sure it will be, you have to get me the lastest Firebolt.” “Oh yeah, well if the baby is a boy, you’ll have to give me your dessert for a full week!”, your father cockily smiled at his son’s demands. Begrudgingly agreeing to those terms, the two of them shook on it, before your father went back to your mother as she looked up from her book knowing exactly what went down.
↠ “You two are far too much for me to handle, however will I manage this one?”, your mother teased, before her nerves got the better of her. Knowing all too well, of your mother’s nervous expression your father simply reassured her with many kisses that everything was going to be alright.
↠ Narcissa: “Shall we find out the baby’s gender? We never did with Draco…”
↠ Lucius: “Let’s keep it a surprise for now… lessen that boy’s excitement if he learns that he’s right and I’ll have to get him a new Firebolt.
↠ your mother only playfully rolled her eyes at your brother’s demands before the pair of them retired for the night.
↠ soon your mother was about two days past her due date when even your Auntie Trixie was beginning to show some excitement over the whole thing, if you could call it excitement that is. “It better be a girl…”, she grumbled as she played around with your mother exquisite jewellery collection. “I have a feeling we’re about to find out soon…”, your mother spoke, rather panicky as your aunt looked to see that your mother’s words rang true - you were coming soon, as in now.
↠ now Narcissa had experienced this before, but whoever said the second child was easier, was straight up lying. Draco sat outside in the hallway alongside your father as he tried not to be completely freaked out by his mother’s screams and groans. your father, well he was completely freaked out to say the least, but he tried to contain it within, as he paced up and down the room.
↠ soon your aunt had exited the room, only to showcase a faint smile, one shared for special moments, even if those moments included your father - much to her dismay. “Well… you coming?” she drawled, as your father had rushed in first, before your brother hesitatingly walked behind.
↠ sitting in the bed, looking completely exhausted yet still so elegant, your mother was holding you in her arms, as you were wrapped up in a gorgeous, soft F/C blanket, as she called over for your brother who was more than happy to see you.
↠ “Yes! A sister! You owe me a Firebolt now Father!”, your brother cheered quietly, afraid to speak very loud causing you to cry. soon your aunt had left, giving the family of four, to enjoy some time to themselves.
↠ “Would you like to hold her?”, your mother asked your brother, as he excitingly sat down on the bed, as your mother carefully passed you over to him as your father helped him hold you.
↠ “She’s so pretty”, your brother spoke, as he cooed at you, gasping slightly when he saw that your eyes were identical to your mother’s. “She looks so much like you Mother.” “Well I would hope so, your mother did do all the work. Besides it’s only fair, with you looking so much like me…”, your father spoke, entranced by how pretty his precious daughter looked.
↠ when your parents had put your brother to sleep, after putting you to sleep, your brother tiptoed back into your nursery, before leaning down into the crib, taking in just how small and pretty you looked.
↠ Draco: *whispering* “Hey, ‘m your big brother Draco. I didn’t get to really introduce myself t’you before, which is why ‘m doin’ it now. It’s nice to meet you Y/N… I helped pick your name by the way so you’re welcome for that. I know you’re only small, but I just wanted to tell you, that we’re gonna be the best of friends! Forever! I promise to be the bestest big brother ever. You tell me if anyone’s bein’ mean t’you, I’ll sort ‘em out - we can get Father involved too. I promise to play w’you, all the time, even when we get angry at each other, I’ll still love you. Now ‘m headin’ back to my bed, we can play tomorrow. I gots you some cooly stuffed teddy bears, we can find out which ones your favourite… mine’s the dragon one.”
↠ turning around to head back into his room, your brother couldn’t help but smile as he fell asleep, excited to wake up and spend the day with you - his baby sister Y/N.
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Fortunate Misfortune (D.M. x Reader)| Chapter 9: Enough! All of you (vol. 2)
Summary: Its his last year at Hogwarts and former Hogwarts bully, Draco Malfoy just wants to clean up his act and get through the year. Maybe even apply for a potions fellowship and date Astoria Greengrass. His plan seems perfect on paper except for a minor hiccup in the form of a feisty Hufflepuff girl…
A/n: This multi-chapter has been in my Drafts since before I started posting on here and I’ve taken out so many scenes from it and turned them into one shots in the past. The series is almost completed and ill just be dumping it on my blog over the next few days because I don’t know what to do with it. Please do not feel pressured to read it. 😅🥲.
The first draft of this chapter was way too chaotic so I had to remove some bits. Thats why it took a while for me to update. sorry.
Reblogs and Feedbacks are always welcomed :)
Warnings: mentions of food, coarse language, making out, some slight suggestive themes but nothing too explicit, reader discretion is advised tho
Word count: 1925
Chapter 9 Vol.1| Masterlist| Chapter 10
I hate this.
I hate it here.
How could you have forgotten about the picnic at the lake? And the fact that Blaise of all people was there to see you wearing nothing but Malfoy’s sweater of all things.
What must they be thinking?
“You know, we can always rain check if you want.” Astoria mumbled, observing the compromising position she’d found you and Draco in. “Seems like we may have…uh..interrupted something anyway.”
“No.” You replied, and Draco suddenly remembered to put you down, dropping you on your arse flat to floor in the process.
“Ow—Please, come on in.” You said, rubbing your elbow as Astoria walked into the room alongside Draco who awkwardly made a beeline towards his precious kettle to pour some tea for Astoria.
Blaise kneeled on the ground so his face was leveled with yours before putting his right hand forward.
“I guess I know why you ran away that night.” He said with a playful smirk etched on his lips. The calming smell of bergamot and sage engulfed you as you reached for his hand to allow him to pull you up.
“No it’s not like that. I just—Draco is just—”
“As stubborn as you are.” Blaise held your hand in his for a brief minute.
“He is?” You asked when Blaise gently pulled you towards him, placing his fingertips on your lips to quiet you.
Only retrieving his hand back for a second, Blaise settled on tucking the strands of your damp hair away from your face so that he could lean in and easily whisper into your ear.
“Don’t look now, but Malfoy is looking at us right now.”
“If my observations and calculations are correct, he is probably going to break the mug he is holding if he grips into it any harder.”
“Blaise what are you talking abo—”
As if on cue, you heard the sound of ceramic breaking, followed by a bunch of different swear words that would make your mother put you on time out for a week straight.
“Told you.” Blaise chuckled, sauntering into your room.
Howling winds, rustling trees, sporadic raindrops and thunderclouds slowly approaching closer and closer.
Leave it to you to organise a picnic in the worst weather imaginable, with the oddest bunch of people imaginable.
Blaise was pouring fire whiskey into a thermos from his flask, Astoria was unpacking the food and you were passing it around, still wearing the sweater you stole from him on top of your white dress.
Worse of all, Draco now found himself sitting on a picnic blanket, uncomfortably squished in between the Weasley twins.
“Some muffins George?” Fred asked, passing a tray of muffins to his side, holding it right in front of Draco.
Those muffins don’t look half as bad. It wouldn’t hurt to take a bite.
“Don’t mind if I do.” Greorge answered, taking the whole tray away before Draco had the chance to even take one.
He let out a sigh and began counting to a hundred again.
“Nice day for a picnic, huh?” Astoria joked from the opposite end of the picnic blanket and everyone turned their heads to look at you.
“Sorry, I can’t control the weather.” You shrugged. “Besides, this was Fred’s bright idea.”
“You flatter me too much, y/n.” Fred waved his hands dismissively before standing up. “If everything falls into place, Pansy Parkinson should be here in about…..”
“Ah, there she is.” George completed his twin’s sentence.
All heads turned to find Pansy, stomping towards them with Tracey and Daphne by her side. Her hair, a bright yellow, her left and right forearms covered In tiny yellow feathers.
“What…did you do to her?” Draco muttered under his breath, looking at the grinning redheads next to him.
“Canary creams.” Fred mouthed in a low voice.
“Only, we changed a few things to prolong the transfiguration. We also have an antidote with us at this very moment.” George whispered back to Draco.
“Enough! All of you!” Pansy screamed. “I’m so fucking done with this. Just make it go away!”
Everyone either looking horrified or biting back a laugh watched you slowly raise your arms to remove the sweater you had on.
Then, you reached for a glass of pumpkin juice and walked up to Pansy.
“Truce.” Pansy screamed. “I call Truce! Just turn me back to normal already—I am getting my pictures for the yearbook taken today!”
You held your free hand out and either Fred or George (Draco was still learning to differentiate between the two) placed a muffin on it.
Pansy quickly reached for it, and ravenously gobbled it down in one breath.
Some sparks, a round of collective gasps and within the next minute, Pansy was no longer a half-canary-half-human—although, a strand of her hair black hair was still a bit yellow.
What you did next, surprised everyone though.
“Here.” You sighed, handing Pansy the pumpkin juice. “It’s only fair.”
“Why, this is unexpected.” Pansy said, reaching for the cup and dunking the entire contents of it on your head.
“Wait, those muffins were antidotes?” Draco rubbed his face in confusion.
“Only some.” The twins replied in unison with their eyes still fixed on the exchange taking place in between you and Pansy Parkinson.
“You know, Pumpkin juice also stains quite a bit.” Pansy broke into a small smile. “And your dress, just so conveniently happens to be white.”
Pansy Parkinson was many things.
She was a prefect back in fifth year, she was one of Draco Malfoy’s many ex girlfriends, she was glamorous, polished, ruthless and sometimes outright mean.
But the way she behaved all cold and conniving was just a means to hide how vulnerable and insecure she really was.
Her pretty coffin shaped nails and designer boots only managed to hide so much.
In those rare moments where she smiled her true smile, the idea of being friends with her didn’t seem so preposterous.
“100 points to Slytherin.” You gave Pansy a half smile in return before picking up Draco’s sweater from the ground.
“Where are you going?” You heard Draco call out as you proceeded to walk away from the group.
“To clean up.”
“You know, you are right next to a lake right?” He pointed out, jogging behind you to keep up as you walked farther and farther away from the group till you were at a mossy and secluded lake shore.
“I can’t swim.” You muttered, kneeling at the sore to splash some cool water onto your face.
Draco was around all the time and it was starting to mess with your head.
He brought you food from four broomsticks and gave you his sweater. He stole decorations from the Muggle studies club just so you could have a perfect night with Blaise.
He kissed you.
He kissed you several times.
“Draco, I know you are a stalker but you don’t have to follow me all the time.” You sighed, turning your head up to look at him.
His eyes matched the dark grey sky that was now starting to roar.
“Go back to the picnic, it looked like you were enjoying Fred and George’s company and may I remind you that Astoria is there too?”
He just stared at you, hands shoved into his pockets, without blinking those blue-grey eyes even once.
“You can’t swim?” He finally asked.
“Seriously? You are just going to ignore everything else I just said?” You threw your hands up in frustration, splashing droplets of lake water his way.
He didn’t say a word, just took a step forward and kneeled down next to you.
“Go back, Draco.” You said firmly.
Leave it to Draco Malfoy to do the exact opposite as you observed him quietly kick off his shoes.
“What are you—”
The rest of your words were drowned out by the sound of the large splash in the otherwise still water when Draco threw himself into the lake.
Before you could find the time to panic or hyperventilate, he quickly emerged from the water and slicked back his hair.
The wet fabric of his cotton shirt was sticking to his body and your mind was suddenly reeling at the sight.
Draco brought his left hand above the water and you found yourself instantly wanting to reach out—to reach for him.
“Trust me on this, y/n.” He said, and you couldn’t figure out if it was a statement or a question from his side.
Even though you knew better than to grab his hand, you allowed your fingertips to gently trace his arm and Draco took that opportunity to pull you off the shore and into the cold water.
You found your head submerged into the blue-black water and it suddenly felt like the lake was swallowing you whole until he finally pulled you up, wrapping your legs around his torso.
“I told you I can’t swim!” You accused, coughing and wrapping your arms around his neck for extra support. “I could have fucking drowned!”
He just let out a quiet laugh and it made you furious.
You even whined and he just waited patiently, using one of his hands to plow the water till you were done.
“Are you done throwing your tantrums, Catastrophe?” He chuckled, and you scowled at him before reluctantly resting your head on his shoulder.
The distant cawing of crows was signalling the upcoming storm from the heavy clouds all around you.
Even though you knew a storm was close, there was just something about him that made you feel peaceful and still.
It was like he was your own patch of sunlight through the cloud. Your own crepuscular ray.
“You think I’d ever let you drown, hm? He whispered softly into your earlobes, pulling you back into the present moment by running his hands up and down the exposed parts of your back.
“I’ll know when I safely make it safely to the shore.”
He left a blistering sort of heat everywhere he touched—Your arms, your sides, your back, your thighs.
His touch was a sharp contrast to the coolness of the water.
You closed your eyes and held in a breath when you noticed that his face had drawn in closer and closer to the base of your neck.
When he finally attached his damp lips to the pulse point of your throat and started to suck softly on the skin, you released that breath you were holding in the form of a soft whimper.
You dug your fingernails into his biceps as he continued to place slow, soft, open mouthed kisses along your jaw, your neck, your shoulders and décolletage.
Just when you were convinced the areas he kissed, the places he’d carelessly marked in blue and purple were about to burst up in flames, rain started to pour.
Soon, those livid bruises on your neck were covered in glistening raindrops.
Those rain drops even caught onto his eyelashes, his lips, his hair, his jaw making him look like he was a celestial being.
You backed away and pressed your forehead on his.
You noticed that his top two shirt buttons were undone like always and you found yourself wanting to run your fingers along his buttons and the exposed parts of his chest.
You even went so far as to let your fingers ghost along his flesh before quickly retreating.
“You’re doing it again aren’t you?.” He breathed, inching his face closer to yours.
His right hand met your shoulder, and he slowly trailed them upwards till his fingers could grasp the hairs at the base of your neck.
He was close.
So very close.
“Pretending like nothing is happening between us.”
“But this would change everything, Draco..” You began with your fingertips brushing across his chest and resting on the left side. Right above his heart. “You know it would.”
Just hearing the palpitations of his heart made it seem like it would be utterly wrong of you to assume nothing was going on.
Nobody’s heart pounds that way when there is nothing.
“Que sera, sera.” He said in a hoarse whisper.
You nodded and your lips finally met his.
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Summary: Draco fucks you after he overhears a conversation of yours (lmaoo)
Warning(s) : Smut. Fingering, clit play. Pet names. Dilf/Boss!Draco. Babysitter!Reader.
a/n— been while since ive written for draco, sorry for that. not that proud of it but yk. thanks to @noceurwhore and @angel4you my secret draco whore
She sits alone, he thinks. Well perhaps not entirely, his own blood— a part of his heart if you may was with her. But she's alone for the most part. Solitary.
It's quite late, the clock around 9. Scorpius surely would have gone to bed by now. You'd probably be somewhere around the manor. Library, kitchen, living room. There's multiple answers to that.
By request— or perhaps by order, you'd still be waiting for him.
His eyes are searching around the corners, searching for your silhouette. And he's about to call out, when suddenly he hears your voice.
"I'm at my bosses. He had to stay out late today"
"Yes that hot dad"
Fuck. Turn back around, it's wrong. Yet he waits, he hears.
"I don't know. I don't think he has much interest in me"
"It's just attraction. Besides I'm not going to let go of such a great place for one good fuck"
Then, there's silence, it's painful. He waits for a moment, thinks whether to speak of it or not.
He doesn't want to let you go. And he certainly wants to have that one— maybe more, good fucks with you.
So he steps inside.
"Hello there." He grins, a hand stuffed in his pocket. Hair a mess of soft platinum curls. White button up, black slacks.
"Hello!" You chirp, caught by surprise.
He chuckles, then strides forward, "Thanks for staying over late, you're a lamb"
"No worries, I better head out then"
Draco smirks, and you almost allow yourself to fix the puzzle, but then you shrug it off and turn. When suddenly the puzzles’ fixed.
"Having an interesting conversation weren't you?" He presses up behind you, his cock perfectly fits on the curve of your arse. He grins, biting his tongue to avoid the moan that might slip from him.
"Y– you, you heard that?" You quiver, oh you were absolutely fucking fucked.
"I did infact my darling." His tongue clicks, arm resting on your waist as he deems you closer. "You should've told me. Wasn't very nice of y’say all that without me knowing"
"I'm sorry, I didn't me—"
Draco rubs his erection onto you harder; pulls you closer to his chest.
"You're such a naughty little slut, Y/N. Just dying to be fucked, isn't that so?"
Your cheeks are almost burning, heart pounding heavily in your ribs, you gulp, inhaling sharply before you answer.
"I– i suppose"
His breath is hot on your neck, and suddenly he's gripping it tightly in his hands, pushing your head back to meet his gaze.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
He growls, the silver in his eyes long gone, now only shades of black and strom clouds rest in them. "Please" you whimper.
And then his lips are smashing on yours. It was rough, filthy, possesive. He sighs into your mouth, fingers pulling at your strands. He had a taste of mint and a small faint taste of green apples.
The way his tongue flicked up and explored every part of your mouth had you moaning, wetness already seeping into your baby blue panties.
The way his hands moved and traced along every curve, the way he moaned into your mouth as he moved it against was avid; carnal— and everything that lay in between desire.
He turns your around quickly, pushing you up on the table as he groans inside of your mouth. His cock hardens in his pants with every beautiful sound that comes from you.
"You're so pretty, m’love. Just wanna ruin you" Draco mumbles as he pulls away, nipping at your skin. His cold hands slip under your skirt, rubbing you through your knickers.
Your hand reaches down into his pants, palming him through his pants as he hardens with your ministrations.
There's no delicacy in his touch. It's not pure, it's filthy— sinful.
Your panties as pushed aside, his fingers dragging through your wet puffy folds as he grunts "Oh fuck, you're dripping"
You whine softly, bucking your hips into his hands as two of his digits slip inside you. "Fuck, draco"
"Keep that mouth shut, dove. Don't want my son to wake up because of your pathetic sounds"
His other hand shoves into your mouth, pressing against the back of your throat, muffling any voice that may try to escape.
His other digits pump harder, thrusting and curling up inside of you, and reaching those spots that had you shaking, as his thumb draws circles, a coil forming in your stomach.
"Look at this pretty little pussy" He seethed, sucking at your neck, "Can't wait to feel it squeeze around my cock"
"Please, please, shit, I'm so close" You beg, grinding your hips on his palm over and over. He wants to give you that orgasm, but then that sadistic part of him allows you not to.
"No! Wanna cum" You babble as his fingers retract from your heat, tears glisteing in your eyes at the lost of sensation. He chuckles as he licks his fingers clean of your arousal.
"Such a sweet cunt hmm?" He says, rubbing your clit in circles again.
"Dray" You whimper, thighs slick as he pulls his lenght out. It stood tall, red veiny and so fucking gorgeous.
Draco stands still, taking in every little detail of you. The sweat, the mess of your hair, cunt dripping for him. He was certain that had to be the most goddamn stunning sight he had ever seen.
He spits onto his shaft, pumping his length hard to spread it all up. Although there was little to need for that, it made everything better.
His tip waits at your entrance, teasing and dragging and dragging your need. "Just do it, please" You beg for the thousandth time, and this time he gives in.
A low hiss leaves him. He pushes inside slow, deeply rolling into you as you moan. You're filled up in every fucking way. And it's everything.
"God" he groaned as he moved, "Best fucking cunt I've ever fucked"
He marks you, licking at every glimpse of skin he catches. Your nails are dragged across his sculptured skin. His shirt thrown away.
The man grabs both your legs, stretching them up as he then rests them on his arms. Leaving you bare and open for him.
Draco thrust inside of you, his rhythms find their pace with every snap of his hips. The buttons of your blouse are ripped away, leaving a clear array of canvas for him.
"That's it, taking my cock like a good girl"
It's fucking beautiful— the way you whimper and fall apart as he fucks you. The sweat that glistens, the sounds that you make. His eyes never leave you. Not once.
He thinks it's a blessing to have you like this. He thanks every star.
He pounds into you harder; as though he wasn't already demolishing you to shreds. You're shaking, breaths short and shallow from pleasure.
Your breasts shake up and down from the force of his thrusts, much for his display and pleasure. He lets out a grunt as your tits bounce faster.
A hand slips between you two, rubbing fast circles onto the bud, expertly— in a knowing manner.
"Cream around my cock doll. Want that sweet cunt to milk me dry"
A pinch. That's what it takes for you to come undone, legs uncontrollably shaking as you come all over his length.
Draco grunts, pounding into you as he fights to get to his release. It was sure to have you bruised. Your walls clench hard, squeezing him hard. And then he cums.
Profanities of all sorts leaving him as he spills every last inside of you. Making sure to make you filled up with him cum.
You're delighted to let him do so.
He presses a kiss up to your forehead, inspecting his work. He pulls out slowly, lowly groaning as his cum leaks out from you and onto his tip. Quickly, two of his fingers collect the white sin and shove into your mouth. You suck them clean, giggling as he watches you with covet. Sound, sight, taste— perfect.
A sweet kind of exhaustion passes by. But then he holds you up, supports your entire weight by himself.
"We're far from done, love. Don't even think about getting home tonight yeah?"
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illiantt’s kinktober masterlist
I decided to try to join this year’s kinktober. I’ll be writing smut dialogues, drabbles or blurbs. So they all might differ in length.
Warnings: I’ll be adding warnings on top of each writing. Please read the warnings before proceeding. And keep in mind that all characters are over 18 years old—even if it’s set in school.
a/n: I will try to follow the schedule when to post, but be aware that I might postpone or change some writings, depending on my creativity and availability. So I might add or remove some of the writings.
Please remember that all my work are 18+ ONLY, so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!
1st Oct — Remus Lupin // size kink
2nd Oct — James Potter // public oral (female receiving)
3rd Oct — Poly!Marauders // breeding kink, foursome
5th Oct — Draco Malfoy // recording of act
8th Oct — Regulus Black // cockwarming, public sex
9th Oct — Poly!Marauders // mutual masturbation
10th Oct — Draco Malfoy // ice play
14th Oct — Remus Lupin // daddy kink
16th Oct — Sirius Black // piss kink
20th Oct — Draco Malfoy // praise kink
21th Oct — Regulus Black // orgasm denial
23th Oct — Poly!Marauders // dare game
24th Oct — Hermione Granger // innocent/corruption kink
27th Oct — Sirius Black // caught in the act
29th Oct — James Potter // mommy kink
30th Oct — Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott // blindfolded
31st Oct — Poly!Marauders // foursome, dp
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| draco x reader | angst | smut |
enemies to lovers 🖤
anon requested. theyre enemies but deep down theres a sexual tension and one day theyre on vacation and have to stay in one room together
cw: angst, name-calling (degradation), hate-fucking, very slightly dubcon
“I can’t stand you! I don’t want to stay in a room with you!” You shouted, shoving him away from you.
“I’m just as angry as you! I don’t know how the hell this happened!” Draco snapped, pushing past you into your shared hotel room.
You had gone on vacation to America with some of your schoolmates, and due to a mix up in the planning, you and Draco had ended up in the same hotel room. To make matters worse, the room only had one bed.
Draco was your sworn enemy since first year. He’d embarrassed you in front of the Weasley twins, the boys you had a crush on, and you’d retaliated by tainting the love potion he gave to Pansy. It had started seven years of fighting and backbiting, the two of you always at each other’s throats and never seeing eye to eye.
It had become second nature to fight with Draco. Screaming matches with him lit a specific fire in your belly— different from anything else. It burned through you, igniting every nerve in your body. You thought it was anger, though it proved to be more when nothing satiated the rage, and your mind began to wander.
The electrically charged energy between you was hard to ignore. It was like a live wire, blazing everything in its wake, or an oil spill, turning everything flammable.
“Malfoy-” you started, but you were cut off by his sharp glare.
“I was going to suggest that we change quickly and meet the others in the lobby. I was going to ask if I could use the loo, but I was going to give you the courtesy of offering it first,” you hissed, and he shook his head.
“Go, it’s fine.”
You stepped into the bathroom, closing the door. You were desperate for some distance from Draco. You freshened up in the mirror, not taking too long so you didn’t get him even more agitated than he already was.
“What are we going to do about-?”
“We’re going to worry about it when the time comes,” you interrupted, glancing at the one bed.
The bathroom door slammed shut, leaving you alone in the small room. There wasn’t a couch— and the chair simply wasn’t adequate. Ultimately, you both knew the two of you were going to end up in bed together that night, whether you liked it or not.
A deep sigh left your lips, and you grabbed your bag, preparing to meet your friends downstairs. Draco locked the door behind the two of you, and the elevator ride was painfully silent.
“My two favorite people. Sorry about the room situation,” Theo grinned, opening his arms as you walked up to him.
You stepped into his chest, letting tattooed limbs wrap around you. He kissed the top of your head, grinning into your hair.
“If Malfoy’s mean to you, you just let me know, okay? I’ll take care of him,” Theo promised you, finally getting you to giggle.
“Maybe tell her not to be a right bi-”
“Draco, baby, try a little harder,” Theo hummed, kissing Malfoy’s cheek before getting pushed off. You laughed at them.
Seven years, and you still wondered how it was possible for Theo-- the sweetest boy in the world, to be best friends with Draco Malfoy-- the devil’s incarnate.
“Come on, we’ll get breakfast then catch the ferry,” Cedric said, handing out ferry passes to your group: Draco, Theo, Blaise, Fred, George, Hermione, Ginny, Pansy, Cedric, and you.
Hermione took your hand, pulling you from the Slytherin boys.
“It’s going to be fun. And besides, we’ll only be sleeping in the rooms. It’s not a problem,” Hermione assured you, the girls walking ahead of the others.
“Except there is only one bed,” you muttered, and Ginny and Pansy spun to look at you.
“Are you serious?” Ginny giggled, and you smacked her arm.
“It is not funny!”
They held their hands up in defense, though their amusement was clear. You took the subway to the ferry, crowded with American muggles.
“Careful!” Draco hissed in your ear, catching you ask you lost your balance. His hand went around your waist, pinning you to his chest.
“M’sorry, I slipped!” you were thankful for him holding onto you, even if you’d never admit it. You gripped the pole for support, trying not to lean into him too much. He helped you off of the train, and you took Theo’s hand as you boarded the ferry.
“Look at the statue!” you gasped, admiring the skyline and leaning on the railing of the boat as you road to Staten Island.
“Don’t fall,” Draco came to your other side.
“Are you serious? Draco, I’m not a child!” you snapped.
“You’re leaning on the railing, and we can’t be using magic to drag you out of the water!”
You shot him an indignant look, and climbed up to stand on the railing. Even Theo looked anxious at your actions.
“Get the fuck down, right now.” Draco’s grey eyes were wide, and you stared back at him, daring him to touch you.
“We’re going to dock, and it’ll knock the-” Theo was interrupted before he could finish his sentence. The boat stopped suddenly, and as you caught yourself, Draco grabbed your waist, pulling you off of the railing.
You shrieked, struggling away as he pulled you down. He refused to let go of you, and you tried to shove him off.
“Knock it off. And quit doing dangerous shit,” Draco swatted your ass through your denim shorts, making Theo choke on his water bottle. You immediately stilled, staring at him in horror.
“Did you just spank me?” You gasped, startled.
He let go of you, answering with only a cold look. You shook your head and went to join the others, Theo and Draco falling into conversation with Cedric and Blaise.
“What happened back there? We heard you yelling,” Hermione asked, grinning behind her oversized mirrored sunglasses.
“Draco just being an ass. It’s fine,” you said, stealing her sunglasses and putting them on.
“Come on, let’s go have some fun.”
You spent the day sightseeing, walking around Staten Island before going back to Manhattan. The sun was warm overhead, the summer heat getting to your minds. You’d managed to avoid bickering with Draco most of the day, but now the sun was hanging low in the sky, casting a golden-orange glow over everything. You were drinking cocktails at a place near Times Square, tired from being on your feet all day.
“Tomorrow we’re going to the MET,” Theo said, checking the plans.
You stayed out late, talking and laughing until the lights of the city had drowned out the ink-black sky. You were tired, a little buzzed, overly hot, and you wanted to sleep.
“What the hell was that on the ferry? Do you think you can just-?” Draco grabbed your arm, cutting off your rant that you’d saved until you were in private, not wanting to fight in front of your friends. Your back hit the hotel room door, Draco’s chest pressed up against yours.
“Do I think I can just what? Knock that bullshit little smirk off of your face?” Draco seethed.
“Tell me what to do!” You pushed his shoulders, though he didn’t move.
“It’s clear that you can’t be trusted to make good choices on your own.”
“That’s rich coming from you-” you hissed, feeling the familiar burning spread through your abdomen.
“You should learn a little respect,” Draco’s hand wrapped around your throat, the rings on his fingers cold against your warm skin. A moan escaped you before you could stop it, and his eyebrows shot up.
“Is this what you need? Do you just need to have the bitch fucked out of you?” You squirmed, gripping his wrist and trying to pry his hand off of your throat.
You were seething, the energy between you becoming intensely sexually charged. You hated yourself for growing aroused, but you couldn’t keep the heat from spreading through your body, and you were becoming keenly aware of your throbbing sex.
Draco pushed his knee between your thighs, and you shook your head.
“No? You aren’t horny and desperate? I know how much you hate me, and I know you’ve been dying to release all that pent up energy. You’re going to be sleeping in the same bed with me tonight, trapped under the sheets with my body. If you don’t act now, you’ll have to go untouched for the next week of this trip...” he smirked, knowing he had leverage, able to see how desperate you were.
Truly, Draco was desperate for you too. You made him so angry, but you managed to turn him on as you got under his skin. He was aroused now, growing harder as he watched you squirm in pure need. He was waiting to hear you say yes, to give in. He may have hated you, but he wasn’t an animal.
You bit your lip so hard you tasted metal, trying to hold in a scream. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths, your eyes narrowed into a glare. His thigh was pressed against your sex, and you fought against the urge to grind against him, desperate for friction.
“Fuck,” you swore, and Draco squeezed your throat, making you whimper.
“Is that a no, Y/N? Do you want me to let go of you? Let you go finger yourself in the shower?” he mocked you.
“I hate you.”
“I know. It’s mutual, love.”
“Alright, Draco. Please fuck me. But this doesn’t mean anything!”
He smirked, letting go of you and tossing his shirt aside. You rid your own clothes with his, freezing as your eyes lingered on his naked body. The need and arousal pulsing through your body was overpowering, and just the sight of him was making you falter.
“Do you need me to do everything for you? Get over here,” Draco’s hand wrapped around your elbow, tugging you toward him. He ripped your panties off, the veins in his hand flexing at the display of strength.
Draco hauled you to the bed, bending you over the edge. You struggled, trying to sit up. He shoved your head back down, pressing your chest against the duvet.
“Are you serious?” you snapped as he gripped your wrists in one hand, holding them at the small of your back.
“You’re going to lay here and be good or you’re not going to get fucked at all,” Draco threatened, and you burned in shame. You stopped straining yourself to look at him, residing to resting your head on your side, ceasing your struggle against his hold.
A choked groan left your lips as Draco slammed into your cunt all at once. He buried himself deep enough to where his hips were pressed to your ass, his body bent over yours. Draco slammed into you, frustration powering his rough thrusts. You writhed under his strong grip, moaning and squealing as he tore into your tight heat. Even with how wet you were, your body spasmed at the force.
It felt primal, rough, and dirty.
Fucking Draco was scandalous, even for you. The two of you getting so angry that the energy had to be channeled into sex felt deviant, Draco’s cock tainting your innocence with every thrust.
You felt better than Draco had imagined. Your noises were erotic, encouraging him more than the momentum he was gaining. He kicked your legs further apart, shoving himself deeper into your sex. Your moan was muffled by the duvet, squeezing your eyes shut. It felt like he was tearing you open, and you couldn’t get enough. Your head was spinning, and your fingers flexed, the only part of your body you could move freely against his hold.
“You’re fucking divine,” Draco breathed, reaching his hand under the two of you. His fingers found the area where your bodies connected, sliding upward through your folds.
“Draco, fuck, please!” you cried, arching your back as he pressed against your nerves.
“Please what, love? Are you going to quit being contrary?”
“Yes, I’ll do anything, just please touch me there,” you begged, abandoning your stubbornness.
You buried your face in the bed and screamed, your back curving into a bow as he fucked into you in time with the circles he was tracing with skilled fingers.
Draco swore as you pulsed around him, squeezing his cock as you cried from euphoria. Electricity shot through your limbs, your orgasm ripping through your body. Draco was quick to follow, pulling out and coming over your ass, watching you shudder and throb around nothing.
As his memories being frustrated with you returned, he continued his assault on your clit, pinching you harshly to watch you writhe and scream.
“Draco, Draco, I’m sorry, I’ll be nice, just stop!” you squealed, trying to kick him as he overstimulated you.
He released you as you asked, taking in the sight of your absolutely wrecked body. Your arms were shaking as you brought them under you, trying to push yourself up onto your elbows. You heaved in deep breaths, still trembling as you came down from your high.
Draco wiped down your skin for you, finding some decency.
“Hey, look at me. You alright?” Draco held your jaw, tilting your face up. You nodded, and he slid boxers up his leg before digging for something in his jacket pocket.
“Y/N. Come here,” Draco’s voice was low and husky, his back to you.
You forced yourself to stand up, your legs weak as you stepped toward him. You followed Draco onto the balcony, where he sat down on a lounge chair. Ringed fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you to sit sideways on his lap.
His touch was no longer aggressive or harsh, but instead moving you with authority. You held a blanket loosely around your body, shielding you from the cool night air.
Draco didn’t speak as he pulled a cigarette from the box, putting it between his lips. He lit the end before setting the box and the lighter on the table, leaning his head back and taking a drag. He held your jaw, pressing his lips against yours before exhaling the smoke into your mouth.
He turned, watching the city lights glitter around you. He offered you the cigarette, and you accepted, sharing with him.
“Our secret?” you asked softly, and his silver gaze connected with his.
“Do you still hate me?”
The corners of Draco’s lips pulled up, and his fingers brushed over your bare back, his hand resting at the base of your spine.
“Only when it serves me, I suppose,” he murmured, and you fought off a smile.
“You’ll not bite me in my sleep then?”
“Full of questions. I make no promises, I’ve found I rather like how you taste.”
He kissed you then, under the city lights, tasting like smoke and sage and secrets.
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three’s a crowd | DRACO MALFOY (smut)
Draco Malfoy x Reader
SUMMARY: draco and y/n fuck in the common room and when blaise interrupts, draco can’t find it in himself to stop.
REQUESTED: omg could i please request a rough slytherin reader x draco smut where they almost get caught like someone walks in but they make it seem like they’re just spending time together but draco edges her as he continues the conversation hehehehehehe
WARNINGS: smut, public sex, choking, slut shaming, hair pulling, oral receiving (both male and female), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation kink, probably more.
A/N: this is my 2nd time writing this bc tumblr deleted it the first time. hope it’s worth it!
An hour ago, the Slytherin Common Room had been bustling with life; members of the green-coloured house roaring the lyrics to their favourite songs and tipping back as many shots of Fire Whiskey as they could without throwing up. It had been a grand day to be a Slytherin, as today was the day that they had beaten the Gryffindors in a Quidditch match, and all thanks to your boyfriend, too.
The two of you had spent most of the night sat on the leather couch, you with your back to the arm and your legs draped across his lap, your head resting on his shoulder and glasses of alcohol in his hand. With a snap of the fingers, Draco had either Crabbe or Goyle topping them up like it was their full-time job. And all night, members of Slytherin had been coming up to congratulate Draco on being able to knock Potter out of the way just in time to catch the Snitch and win the game.
Each time he’d smirk or chuckle, running a lanky hand through his pale hair and messing it up even further. It was already quite disheveled from your hand remaining in it all evening, gently scratching his scalp and absentmindedly combing through his silky blond locks as you used your other hand to raise your glass to your lips every now and then.
Now, however, your glass was empty and everybody had seemed to call it a night, leaving the two of you alone in the Common Room, still buzzing from the alcohol and enjoying the quiet company of one another. You found that with Draco, you could sit in silence for hours and still understand each other completely.
So when his large hand brushed your thigh where you dress was riding up, you knew what he wanted. Draco’s ring was cold against your skin as he ran it up and down your smooth thighs, even dipping underneath your dress a little but never going as far as your panties. You were growing wetter and wetter with every advance he made, but your boyfriend wasn’t watching you, his head was leaning back on the couch as he stared at the ceiling.
His jawline appears so prominent due to his position that you can’t help yourself. Your hand glides from his soft hair and down the back of his neck, nails grazing his pale skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. You trail your Slytherin-green nails across his jaw and grab it lightly, twisting him so that he’s forced to look down at you.
When Draco does, his silver pools darkening with lust and curiosity, you lean up a little, wrapping an arm around his neck and tugging him down closer to you from where you lay with your back against the arm of the sofa. Now, Draco’s bent from his sitting position beneath you, his arm sticking out by your head and gripping the arm of the couch to keep himself hovering above you slightly.
He expects you to dive in and capture his lips with yours, but instead, feels your mouth on his neck. It causes him to close his eyes and grip the couch tighter, making a serious effort for his drunken limbs not to collapse from the pleasure and crush you beneath him. He twists to get more comfortable, his knees now either side of your body and his other hand next to your face, pinning you beneath him on the couch.
“Fuck,” Draco mutters when you find the spot that he loves so much.
Your fingers have moved back to your hair to keep him still as you suck and gently bite at his neck, leaving a hickey or two in your wake. Draco pretends that it annoys him when you do it, but you know that he secretly admires them in the mirror when your back is turned, a smug smirk on his face as he walks into the Great Hall for breakfast after.
“Mhm,” you murmur against his neck, blowing your alcohol-ridden breath on his new hickey and making him shiver. “I think you deserve a better after-party for kicking Gryffindor’s arse, don’t you?”
Draco smirks and pulls away from you. “I suppose I do.”
You love when Draco gets cocky. You watch as he pushes up from above you and moves to sit where he was, spreading his legs wide and unzipping and unbuttoning his smart trousers. You slide down onto the floor in front of him onto your knees, smoothing your hands up his thighs until you reach his cock which he’s pulled out of his underwear. It stands proudly, leaking with precum as Draco takes the base and lightly smacks your lips with it.
“My good little slut,” Draco hums, eyes nearly shutting when you take him inside your mouth. “Knows exactly how to please me. Only one that can please me like this.”
You moan around him, the vibrations making a loud sigh leave from his parted lips. He leans back in his position on the leather couch, one hand moving to hold your hair whilst the other bends behind his head. He relaxes, watching you through hooded eyes as you bob your head up and down. Draco lets your hands grip his trouser-clad thighs, humming whenever you do something particularly pleasurable with your talented tongue.
“You take me so well,” Draco mutters, shifting so that his cock slightly hits the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water a little. “I suppose I deserve this, don’t I? Worked so hard on that Quidditch Pitch. Couldn’t think of a better celebration.”
Draco’s self-confidence doesn’t turn you off but turns you on more. It’s not a common thing, but he’s clearly tipsy, muttering under his breath as he recalls how good you looked cheering for him on the stands. How, as he caught the Golden Snitch between his fingers and his teammates instantly moved to swarm him, that he knew you would be screaming his name-- in more than one way.
Your hand moves up and you jerk off whatever you can’t fit inside your mouth with your hand. Draco makes small appreciative groans, his hand tightening its grip in your hair, tugging you down further. You tighten your mouth around him, making him hiss in pleasure. You can tell that he’s close from the way his head is now flung back, eyes clenched shut, but he pulls you off of him before he can finish inside your mouth.
“Fuck,” Draco breathes, grabbing you by the chin and guiding you to your feet.
As soon as you’re both standing in front of each other, you nearly expect him to lean down and press his lips hungrily to yours, but instead he turns you swiftly around and shoves you down onto the couch. You’re slightly breathless as Draco bends down, hovering over your face as his cold hand flings out to wrap around your neck. You squirm beneath him, his cool, silver eyes meeting yours. It nearly makes you shiver.
“I’m going to eat you out now until I’m satisfied,” Draco warns you roughly, listening to you whimper beneath his hand. “And you better keep your mouth down or people will come down here and see you for who you truly are-- a desperate slut.”
You whine now. It’s strange how powerful you had felt having him groaning under your touch, only for that to be ripped away from you in a couple of seconds with just his words and his hand on your neck.
“Do you understand?” He spat, waiting for your nod of confirmation which quickly came. “And you remember the safe word, Y/N?”
“Slytherin,” you murmur back, watching him nod.
Draco’s hand slowly shifts from your neck to slide all the way down your body, groping at your dress-clad breast on the way down. Once he’s on his knees in front of you, the roles now massively reversed but Draco remaining in the position of power, he slides your tight dress up your legs to reveal your house-coloured panties.
“You’re fucking soaked,” Draco mutters, reaching forward and barely pressing down on your panties, which, sure enough, are wet. “Who made you this wet, slut?”
He rubs you through your panties, your head snapping back and your eyes clenching at the sensation. You’re desperate for him to push your underwear aside and actually touch you.
“You, Draco,” you whimper, looking back down at him and finding him already watching you intently, silver eyes ablaze. “You. Ever since you flew out onto the pitch in your uniform.”
Draco smirks at your words. He clearly likes them because it’s enough for him to push your underwear to the side, revealing your pussy to him. He wastes no time diving a finger through your folds, collecting your arousal and rubbing it towards your clit.
“Mm,” he murmurs thoughtfully, “You did make a good cheerleader, princess. Very good indeed. I suppose your encouragement probably led me to win. Which means you deserve to celebrate just as much as I do.”
Before you can speak, Draco leans his head down and attaches his mouth to your pussy. You cry out softly, your hands immediately snapping to his silky blond hair. You tug a little when he laps you up, drinking in all of your juices and groaning into you. The vibrations are sent up your entire body and you nearly cry. Especially when Draco moves closer towards your clit, his tongue finally reaching the nub.
He does kitten licks at it, teasing you and making you pant as you throw your head back, unable to watch him as he works his magic. Draco keeps his hands on your thighs as he laps you up, finally encasing his mouth around your clit and sucking. You gasp, your legs nearly flinging up to your stomach, but Draco’s grip tightens on them.
He guides one of them up onto his shoulder, past his head, and you absentmindedly lift the over one as well. Draco’s hands reach behind you and tug you further down the seat of the couch so that he has an easier access to your soaked pussy. Waves of arousal flood through you each time he licks at your clit.
It feels like barely any time has gone by before you’re hissing his name. “Draco, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper.
“Come on then, slut,” Draco pulls away momentarily to hiss. “Cum on my tongue. I know you want to.”
It’s enough to drive you over the edge as soon as his lips are placed back on top of your clit. Your hips buck and you are forced to cover your mouth with your hand as you do exactly what he told you to and cum. Draco licks you all the way through it, remaining eager, his hands still gripping your thighs.
You expect him to stop when you’ve come down from your high, so you’re surprised when he continues. You jerk underneath him from the overstimulation, whimpering out and grabbing his hair.
“Draco, I c-can’t!” You cry, feeling tears enter your eyes as he laps you up over and over.
“Of course you can,” Draco pulls away and slips a finger inside your soaked entrance, another one sliding in less easily as he pumps them in and out. “Come on, my little slut. I know you can.”
You don’t feel the need to say the safe word, even as the pain dwells on for longer as he curls his fingers inside you, pumping in and out as his other hand reaches for your clit. He rubs his fingers against it hard and fast, faster than you’re used to, drilling his fingers in and out like it's his mission.
The pain quickly becomes pleasure and you don’t even realise you were close to cumming until you’ve fallen over the edge. Your mouth opens yet nothing comes out as you continuously buck your hips closer to Draco, a smirk on his lips as he watches you unfold for the second time in a row. Tears stream down your face as you come down, feeling Draco pull his hands away from you.
“D-Draco,” you whimper, your entire body shaking as he leans up.
One of his knees is pressed on the other side of you, digging into the couch as he hovers between your legs on the couch. His face is inches away from yours as he guides the fingers that have just been inside you to his lips. You already know what you need to do, your lips opening a little as he slips them inside. Draco’s eyes visibly darken as he feels you suck around his fingers, swiping and licking him clean of all of your juices.
“Good slut,” he murmurs, voice slightly deeper than usual and his erection nearly pressing against you. “I told you that you could, didn’t I?”
You nod breathlessly as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. Draco allows you to catch your breath for a few moments before he dives down and connects your lips. You drink up the taste of him-- a mixture of the alcohol he’d been consuming before and now your own arousal. Draco kisses you feverishly, one hand gripping your neck as he grabs you and pulls you to your feet again.
You’re slightly shaky as he guides you to the back of the sofa, bending you over the arm of it and spanking your ass. You cry out as he grabs your cheek, squeezing it roughly before you hear the shuffle of his trousers again. It was obvious he was adjusting his cock from behind you, especially when you feel the tip glide through the folds of your abused pussy again. You whimper, unsure if you can pull out another orgasm, but feeling more than ready to try again.
Draco continued to tease your hole and your clit with his hard cock. “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you in this common room since the moment I hit fucking puberty,” Draco mutters before he slides all of the way inside of you abruptly.
“Draco!” You gasp loudly, feeling full.
His hands come around and he hooks his fingers into your mouth, pulling them by the sides to keep you quiet as he fucks you from behind. You feel like crying as he drives his cock in and out of you, nearly pulling out all of the way before slamming back into the hilt. He pulls his hands away when your loud cries become more muffled, his hands reaching to grab at your waist instead so he can yank you back onto his cock, making each thrust harder.
You muffle your moans against your arm as you listen to the sound of your skin slapping together and Draco’s soft groans as he fucks you hard. His hips smack against you as he glances down to watch his cock thrust in and out, the inches covered in your very own slick arousal.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Draco hisses, grabbing you by the hair and tugging you back so you’re off the sofa now and instead with your back pressed to his chest. “You’re going to suck me clean after this, you understand? You’ve made such a fucking mess.”
You moan and nod eagerly as Draco keeps your hair tight in his grip, mouth nipping at your neck and leaving lovebites as he continues to fuck into you from behind. The hand not bunching your hair up has slid in front of you to palm at your breasts which are covered by your dress. There’s something arousing about the two of you fucking whilst fully-clothed.
Draco eventually grows bored of the position, right as you feel like you may cum again, it seems. He pulls you back over to the couch and drops down onto it, spreading his legs and patting his lap. You know exactly what he wants as you move over, your knees dropping either side of him. He grabs his cock and guides it to your entrance, head flying back when you slide down onto his length.
Inch by inch, he disappears inside you and fills you up. Your hands grab his shoulders as you bob up and down on top of him. He seems dazed as he stares up at the ceiling above whilst you fuck him, clearly in his own world of pleasure, but he quickly snaps out of it when your hands ghost from his shoulders to his chest, feeling him.
Your head is thrown back as you ride his cock, but a hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look back down at him. You whimper at the look in his eyes. Both of you seem to have the same idea as you frantically meet in the middle, lips hungrily moving against one another as Draco grabs your waist and helps to guide you up and down on him faster. You’re going to cum soon-- for the third time.
Suddenly, the door to the Common Room slides open, causing the both of you to freeze. You drop down so that you’re fully sat on Draco’s cock, his lanky hands immediately moving to slide your dress down so that you’re not exposed to whoever has just walked in the door behind his head. You have a view of the figure that drunkenly stumbles in, but Draco has to crane his neck around.
“H-Heyo, guysss,” Blaise slurs, “I miiight have gotten lossst on the way to the dormmms.”
“The dorms are upstairs, Blaise, not outside the Common Room,” Draco rolls his eyes at his friend and lifts you up by the hips slightly before he starts to slowly glide his cock out, and then back in again. You hiss at the sensation, eyes wide as you stare at Blaise whilst gripping Draco’s shoulders.
What the hell is he playing at?
Your fingers dig into him as if to warn him, but Draco doesn’t stop. He buries his face into your neck and carries on, thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy. It shouldn’t, but it turns you on way more to know that Blaise is only a few feet away, and completely unaware too.
He probably thought you were just cuddling since you were in the same position as you had been for the entire party, but maybe if Blaise was a little more sober then he would notice the way your breath was shuddering and how Draco seemed to be shifting beneath you.
“I know…” Blaise stalls as he heads slowly towards the stairs. “You did well today, Malfoy.”
“I know,” Draco huffs, driving into you slightly deeper.
Your eyes clench shut and you hope Blaise doesn’t find it too suspicious when your head drops down onto his shoulder. Hopefully you just look tired to him.
“Did you see Potter’s face when you caught the Snitch?” Blaise snickers, “I’ll never forget.”
Draco, as if he can sense how much it’s turning you on having someone in the room, which he probably can from how much wetter you are now and the way you’re continuously clenching around his cock, continues to thrust into you slowly and smirks.
“Yeah, it was quite hilarious,” he agrees, “Zabini, did you do the homework for Charms class on Monday?”
You want to kill him but you also don’t at the same time.
“Huh?” Blaise replies drunkenly, pausing in his tracks. “Yeah. Think so. For… For Flitwick’s class.”
“Yeah, that’s Charms, idiot,” Draco spits with a roll of the eyes. “You’re absolutely plastered. Go to bed.”
Draco grips you tighter as Blaise starts to mutter about not being an idiot, going onto some whole rant that makes no grammatical or logical sense, but you’re lost now. You’re on the verge of an orgasm and Draco can tell. To get you off quicker, he reaches between the two of you and rubs at your swollen clit. You hide your face in his neck as you cum, eyes clenching shut as you shake on top of him, biting your lip to hold back your whimpers.
You can’t believe you just came on Draco’s dick right in front of his best friend.
“Are you laughinggg at meee, Y/N?” Blaise huffs, “I’m not a idiot.”
“I’m not laughing,” you peer up at him, wincing from the overstimulation as Draco continues to thrust his cock inside, chasing his high which is quickly approaching. You could tell from how uneven his thrusts were growing.
“An,” you correct him with a soft grunt.
“‘An idiot’,” You say, “not ‘a idiot.’”
Blaise says something back but you can’t concentrate because suddenly Draco’s goes rigid beneath you. His fingers dig into your skin and his cock does one final powerful thrust before you feel his cum fill you up, his eyes scrunching shut as he released a loud breath.
“Go to bed, Blaise,” Draco demands roughly, voice thicker than usual.
Blaise is already by the staircase and just glares as he stumbles up, tripping over his own feet several times.
“I can’t believe you fucked me through that,” you huff. “Or that you came inside me whilst I was talking to him.”
“You came whilst I was talking to him.”
“And whose fault is that?” You huff.
“Mine,” Draco grins mischievously, reaching up and pressing his lips to yours. “Can’t say I regret it much though.”
You chuckle. “Me either.”
“Now on your knees,” Draco demands, “I do believe you need to clean me off like you said you would.”
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I want to request draco fingering y/n cause I feel like he would be so good at that 😻
jealousy, jealousy | d.m
draco malfoy x fem!reader
summary : draco getting jealous of you kissing harry
warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, praising, degrading (not really idk), in public, female recieving
word count : 2.1K
a/n : this doesn't actually have anything to do with liv's song but 🤷🏻♀️
"Draco what the fuck!"
Your voice was vibrating through the walls, breath short as you chased Draco down an empty corridor. It was late, students are off to bed but you and Draco had to patrol around the castle as it was your prefect duty. "Merlin, you are being stupid y'know that?" You shouted at him, your hand extending out to reach him but once again missed as he moved to walk faster.
Draco stopped in his track as he heard the words slip past your lips, "Oh, I'm the stupid one?" His words cut sharp into the thick atmosphere as he turned his body to face you, his towering figure looking down at you with piercing bright eyes.
"Yes, you are!" You huffed, walking closer to his figure that repels the moonlight slipping in through the open spaces of the building. "What the fuck is your problem, Draco?" The pitch of your voice gliding higher as you got closer to the boy.
Even in the half-lit hallway, you could make out his face, every feature of his glowing. "You! You are my problem" His jaw tightens at the mention of you, his figure going stiff as you froze in front of him. "So what do you do when I'm not around, huh? Snog the whole Gryffindor house?" You could feel the anger and disappointment radiating off of him.
"W–What are you talking abou-"
"Oh don't be like that, I saw how you were with Potter" Draco moved as he took small steps towards you, cutting off your sentence before you could get everything out, "I thought you said you were gonna study with him" He folded his arms in front of his chest, huffing out as he waited for your response.
"I was studying with him!" You mimicked his movement, standing straight to fold your arms in front of your chest, looking up to challenge the taller boy.
He lifted his brows at your words as if he didn't believe a single word you just said. "Oh sweetheart, I don't think studying involves shoving your tongue down his throat" His chuckles were dark, teasing you knowing he caught you doing something you weren't supposed to be doing.
You didn't feel bad anymore, the anger in you started to overpower all the other emotions trying to peek out. "Why do you care? It's nothing to you!" You spat out the words from the back of your throat, taking another step until you could smell the peppermint and citrus of his cologne dancing around him.
"I don't" He simply said,
"You know what..." Your voice barely above a whisper, dropping your arms to your sides as your fist form a ball "...'m not gonna stand here and let you be an asshole just because you're jealous" Your light words left your lips as your rushed to move away from him, your shoulder bumping his arm as you marched to leave him.
He didn't follow you at first, your legs kept moving to take steps away from the still boy "Take that back..." You heard him, his footsteps started to echo down the hallway, faster and faster until you felt his balmy palm closing around your bicep, pulling you back onto his chest to turn you in your spot. "Fucking take that back, Y/N!" You kept your gaze on his chest, his voice loud and sharp as it cuts your circulation.
You took a moment to look up, trailing your gaze up his chest to meet his eyes, those piercing grey eyes looking down at you as roaring fire burns behind those cold orbs. "Make me" The words left your lips as you watched him, how the two of you were so close in each other's embrace forgetting that this universe was not just yours and his.
And for a moment the world went silent, everything was still and it was just the two of you in rays of the moonlight, standing in the middle of the half-lit hallways of the castle you call home. But that wasn't exactly true, home isn't just a place, home is a person, and it looks like you might have just found another home, standing in front of you– towering over you as the anger still lay beneath all his calm emotions.
You watched as his eyes traced your face, moving slowly as it went back and forth to your lips. His jaw tightens as his mind scrambles with the thought of you and your lips.
It was wrong per se, you have been friends from before Hogwarts and it seems wrong to think of you in such a filthy way, but his mind was loud, too loud to control until he stopped the tumultuous shouting in his head, crashing his lips on yours– pushing you backward until your back thud against the stone wall in between the pane glass window of the hallway.
"Yeah? s'this what you want?" His lips left yours for a second, coming up for air before latching back down onto your jugular, sucking light purple hues right under your ear. "'m asking, is this what you want?" He asked again, the sensation on your neck loosened as you got your mind straight.
You still couldn't answer his question, groaning against him as your fingers found their way up to his body, scratching the material of his robe to hold on to anything you could. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop Y/N" His muffled groan vibrated through your body and straight into your panties, the tingly feeling in your stomach coming to life when you felt a wet patch attached to your cunt.
You shook your head, pleas slipping past your lips as you were putty in your best friend's arm "N-No please don't stop" The noises coming out of your mouth sound pathetic. Everything from the deepest part of your dream was coming true. How you have been longing for his touch, curious as to how his warm skin would burn into yours, conceiving an addictive effect much like drugs.
For the longest time you have tried so hard to keep all your emotions away, he was your best friend and you were his, you weren't meant to do what lovers do, but here you were. Tangled in each other arms in the middle of the hallway where anyone could pass by, couldn't even make it to a closed space.
Your eyes stayed close, savoring the sensation of how his hands roamed your body, slipping past your shirt to grasp every inch of your skin. You needed more and you were sure he did too, but then he pulled away. His lips leaving your skin felt like a thousand blades dropping on you at once.
"Would you look at that..." His mouth trails your hairline, murmuring words into you "...it's the Gryffindor tower, I wonder if Potter s'still awake" He was quick to turn you around, moving you to stand in front of the window outlooking the great Gryffindor tower not too far from where you stood.
You didn't know what he was planing, the nerves in your stomach exploding as you waited seconds that felt like days for him to continue with his actions. "Let's put on a show shall we..." His lips lingered on the shell of your ear "...a special show for your precious Potter" His hands began to roam you again, slipping past the fabric of your clothes to trace your skin.
You couldn't answer him with your words, rather just nod and grunt as he pushed his crotch into you, making sure you could feel the hard outline of his hard-on pressed up against your butt. Everything was going on at once, you couldn't focus on just one action. The feeling of his lips, his hands, his body, his cock, all rubbing up on you, drenching your panties that lie beneath your skirt.
"Desperate are we?" He chuckled to himself, his hands slithering down your body until he reached your exposed thighs, your skirt riding up as you continued to grind your butt into him.
"Shut up" You mumbled, your hands steadying yourself on the windowpane as Draco continued to roam every inch of your body. You couldn't see it but you felt it, one of his hands circling to move your panties to the side, leaving your cunt bare for him to trace the outer lips of your cunt, gathering all the dripping juices to better slick your pussy.
"No y/n, you're gonna shut up" His fingers slip past your clenching hole, diving deep into your cunt as the sliver rings that sat on his fingers made contact with your clit, jolting you up when the cool sensation hit your heat.
Your mind started to go blank once again as you took all the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers diving deep into you as your juices leaked down your thighs. "S-Shit... feel s'good" Your back arced as the time goes on, slurring your words as you turned to mush under his control.
"I bet you'd let him do this too huh?..." His voice so deep behind you as his free hand went to roam your chest "...play with your pretty little pussy" He slipped the buttons of your shirt through the hole as the lining of your bra peeked through the half-open material.
You cursed and whined, trying to control your moans as he started to scissor his fingers inside you, stretching you out from the inside "Well guess what darling..." His lips lingered, tracing kisses up your neck, sucking the sweet spot under your ear "...you're mine now, got it?"
You could feel your orgasm peeking through the corner, your mind going foggy as you felt your breasts slipping out from under you and into the open air. "Y-Yours... O-Only yours" You chanted the words like a prayer, locking the statement in your mind that you're his and only his.
By now you were half-naked, rocking your hips into him as you chased your orgasm. Your breasts pressing up against the cool pane window as his fingers curled to hit the spongey spot inside you. Anybody in the Gryffindor tower could've seen you and Draco, you were just praying they didn't.
It didn't take long for your breath to become short, you could practically feel your heartbeat vibrating through your body, rocking you to orgasm. "Oh n-no, shit 'm gonna cum..." You whined as you threw your head back, your nails digging into the boy's forearm. "...please can I c-cum" You waited for his answer, the coil in your stomach kicking you in the guts, begging to be let out.
"Y'wanna cum on my fingers?" You couldn't answer him, repeatedly nodding pleading for him to give you permission. "Go on then" His voice tuned out, the world going silent once again as you let go of the burning coil in your abdomen. Coating his fingers in more of your juices as he continued to pump his fingers into you, helping you ride out your high.
You felt your legs going numb, shaking as you struggled to keep yourself up. Your head spinning as you felt his fingers leaving your cunt, trailing it up your body until you were met with his fingers– slick with your orgasm, proding at your mouth "Open up" The tone in his voice completely changed into a more nurturing demeanor.
You obeyed him, leaning back onto him as you parted your lips, accepting his fingers into your mouth before sucking on them. "Good girl... didn't even need to tell you what to do" You heard him, your chest still heaving as he trailed his mouth on the side of your face.
He slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving your mouth with a pop before helping you to dress. Buttoning your shirt as he turned you in your spot, finally getting a view at your flushed face. You watched him with amusement as your breath started to get back to normal, your gaze locking his as his hand moved to caress your cheeks, bringing your lips to his once more.
"Too bad Potter didn't see that"
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“better” ☁️ draco malfoy
warnings : smut, fingering, soft dom!draco, sub!reader, pet names, size kink ?
summary : draco wants to try something new.
a/n : also, happy birthday, king <3
you cried out as draco pumped his long fingers in and out of you, your head falling back, and you thought your neck could even break if it wasn’t for your boyfriend’s shoulder.
his chest was pressed against your back, as it leant against the headboard of his bed, “s-so good, daddy! your fingers feel so good inside of me--god!”
draco smirked down at your trembling figure, resting his chin on top of your head, your hair a mess as he pushed the strands off your sweaty forehead, “your cunt is so small for my fingers, my love. think we should stop before i break you.”
“no!” you gasped, gripping his wrist tightly as you guided his fingers froze inside your cunt, “i can take more, please!” tutting mockingly, draco removed his fingers, bringing them up and pushing them past your lips, resting against the flat of your tongue.
you licked and swallowed your juices, cleaning his digits as he pushed them further inside your mouth, “we’re gonna do something new, honey, since you can take more than just m’fingers” he said, sparing you one last glance as you nodded, and he took his fingers out.
but just as you were about to stand up and face him, draco gripped your waist firmly, holding you in place as you squirmed on his lap, “no need, precious. we’re focusing on you tonight” he told you sweetly, “your right hand, please.”
draco asked, and you obliged instantly, holding your right hand out for him to take. but you weren’t expecting his next actions at all.
he took your hand in his delicately, guiding it down your body and stopping just at your wet cunt, “now push two fingers inside” he instructed and in a heartbeat, your small fingers were inside of you, not even comparing to the size of draco’s.
you gave a quiet whine, helplessly moving your fingers but you seemed to get no pleasure from it. that, however, didn’t go unnoticed by draco, who chuckled heartily, his long fingers following your own and slowly sinking inside you with ease, given how wet you were.
that pulled endless moans and cries of pleasure from you — even though your fingers were considerably smaller than his, it felt even better than it did before, “daddy... daddy, please!” you didn’t know what you were begging for, but draco seemed to.
he stuck his other hand out, wrapping it around your free hand and squeezing it as his fingers picked up their pace, “you gonna cum, lovie ?” he teased, causing your fingers to pick up their pace as well, determined to cum as soon as possible, “go ahead, bubba, make a mess for daddy. show him how much you want his cock.”
and that was it. that was all it took for you to release all over your hand and his, coating both your fingers in cum as draco hummed contently, shifting a bit so he could see you better, “th-thank you, daddy! thank you thank you thank you-”
draco chuckled lowly as he kissed your temple, feeling you relax against his toned chest, “i’m the one who should thank you, y/n/n. did so good for me, my little love. i love you so much.”
“i love you more, daddy.”
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astonished // d.m.
word count: 1.9k words
warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), innocent looking reader, best friends au, dirty talk, wet dream, praises, naughty thoughts.
summary: draco never thought the innocent y/n would give such an amazing blowjob.
a/n: thanks to @silverdelirium for telling me to write ily
“oh yeah! just like that,” draco groaned as he held your hips tightly, the side of your face pressed against the mattress harshly by his hand. his hips coming in contact with yours, clapping sounds could be heard from where the two of you connected.
heavy breathing, sweaty hands, and a very visible boner. those were the things draco woke up to. lately, he’s been having these sweet dreams that involved you getting naked at the end.
the blonde groaned as he rubbed his eyes tiredly, he couldn’t control it, the thought of shagging you until you were breathless, it always came back. even it the worst times possible.
he felt guilt swirl at the pitch of his stomach, embarrassment fulfilled his body at the many times he’d dreamed about you, on that little skirt of yours.
he felt bad, yet he could help but imagine those little innocent eyes of yours, or how you would look with your fingers going in and out of you repeatedly.
he was sure that you had little to no experience in the sexual world. considering the fact that he had watched boys and girls give you useless hints, and joked about their sex life, yet you gave no reactions to those conversations, having no clue of what any of that meant, or so he thought.
“why don’t you shag her, then?” blaise spoke shortly after draco explain his situation to his best friend. “shh! no, I’m not doing such thing.” draco shushed blaise, he wasn’t really trying to get humiliated in the middle of breakfast.
“you know y/n,” draco sighed “she’s not really into that type of stuff.” said draco, the thought of telling you rushing in his mind, but quickly waving it off as he saw you walk in the great hall, with that bright smile, and those angelic features.
“how do you know?” asked blaise.
“how do you know if she’s not into that type of stuff? I mean sure, she looks like she wouldn’t kill a soul, but again, it doesn’t mean she’s has a limited sex life.” he advised draco, who seemed to be deep in thought.
draco watched as you took sat with your friends, a few tables always from his.
blaise could be right. but he was too much of a coward to actually talk to you about such things, despite the fact that you know him like the back of your hand.
draco never imagined that his sweet, innocent best friend would even dare to be on her knees for someone. he felt his pants tighten at the thought of your beautiful body, sinking on your knees for him, glassy eyes looking up at him, mouth full of his heavy cock.
he took a deep breath as he gripped his silver spoon, he felt dizzy, and with shaky hands, he dismissed himself from breakfast. this girl would be the death of him.
“y/n!” your friend called “you’ve been staring at the same spot for more than thirty minutes,” they spoke quietly. blinking a few times, you tore your eyes from the blonde’s empty chair. wondering why would draco miss his favourite class? only if you knew.
you were worried for him. these past few weeks, he’d been avoiding you, acting a bit odd. sometimes you’d catch his eyes looking at you, analyzing every move you made. still, you would deliver him a sweet smile before returning to whatever your current task was.
sometimes, you wished those warm smiles, and the glances the two of you shared across the room meant something and the times where he would hold your hand under the table made you feel warm inside. you would be lying if you said that you didn’t think of the handsome blonde while your fingers were inside you.
often, you would think about how his mesmerizing eyes would hold eye contact while his dick would enter you roughly and fuck you senselessly until all you could do is mumble a few breaths of malfoy’s.
maybe this was wrong. yet you couldn’t help but have wild thoughts about your so-called best friend.
you took a deep breath before knocking on draco’s door, hoping that he would be alone at the moment. you played with your fingers while waiting, you bit your bottom lip slightly as you saw the dark door open with a tired draco behind it.
merlin, did he look good.
with slightly wet hair, pajama pants on, accompanied by a simple white shirt. if you didn’t know better, you would say that you could see the outline of his abs through his thin shirt. you let out a breath before speaking again.
“can— can we talk?” you asked quietly, you watched as draco’s jaw muscles flexed. he let you in his cold dorm as he eyed you for a second, taking your appearance in.
you had a night slip covering your body, considering that it was almost curfew, you just wanted to have a small talk with him before heading to your room. it took all of him to not stare at your cleavage for more than a second.
“what do you want to talk about?” he said nervously, maybe you had used the legilimency spell on him and read of all his naughty thoughts about her getting naked with him. or perhaps…
“why are you avoiding me draco?” the way his name left your mouth was intoxicating. he furrowed his brows, walking closer to you. you felt small under his presence.
“yes, you are”
“no, i am not”
“what did i do wrong?” you questioned your best friend, maybe it had something to do with the way you treated him in the past.
“what? nothing, you did nothing wrong. it’s just that—” his voice died as he closed his eyes, he took a deep breath. he didn’t really want to tell you how he felt about you. what if you left and never came back to his life? he didn’t want to risk it.
“it’s just what? tell me draco,” you raised your voice unexpectedly “tell me what’s wrong so I can help you.” you said sweetly. he hated the way you could still be sweet even when you just finished yelling at him.
“it’s nothing, I swear!” he raised his voice immediately “how about we talk in the morning, hm?” he hummed, trying to save his embarrassment for the next day.
“just tell me what’s going on so I can go!” you yelled, anger and frustration building up in your body. your eyes looking directly at his. you were extremely close now.
“fine!” he yelled, you could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears “I’ve had wet dreams about you and… I still do, okay?” he admitted, he groaned as he rubbed his temple in frustration.
“and I know you’re not quite familiar with—” he tried to explain himself before you cut him off.
“draco” you breathed, you took his face in your hands. hesitantly, you brought your lips to his, kissing him slowly but firmly. after the two of you parted lips, he looked lost of words.
“do you trust me?” you asked with a tiny smile on your face. he nodded, still dumbfounded by the breathtaking kiss you just gave him.
soon, the two of you were devouring each other. lips, tongues connected as you took your time taking off your night slip dress. when it was off draco wasted no time on caressing one of your soft breasts, rolling your hardening nipple between his fingers. finally feeling the tits he always imagines while stroking himself at night.
you disconnected your lips from his as he took his shirt off, muscular, smooth chest on display. your hand traveled from his chest to his lower stomach. palming his growing cock through his pants.
he breathed out your name when you got on your knees, holding his long legs for support. he began telling you that you didn’t have to do this if you didn’t want to before you shushed him. you placed small kisses over his crotch, smiling slightly as you felt it twitch against your lips.
you hooked your fingers in his pants, bringing his pajama pants down along with his underwear. you observed his heavy dick with parted lips, it looked delicious. your hand came in contact with the tip as your eyes went up to his face. innocent eyes looking up at him.
the fact that you still looked innocent drove him crazy, it made the desire for you grow. he felt filthy, yet he couldn’t help but made him want to destroy you and that little innocent face.
“you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” you spoke so close to his dripping tip, he could feel your breath against it. he fought the urge of grabbing the back of your head and shoving his whole length down your throat.
your lips came in contact with his tip, sucking on it roughly, taking draco off guard. you were doing so good, mind-blowing good actually. he never imagined you would be so skillful with your mouth.
you took more of his cock in your mouth, your hands working on the rest of his length. then, you took all of him in, his tip pressed against your throat as his fingers made their way down your head, guiding you up and down while he threw his head back.
“you’re doing— oh— so good” he groaned lowly, one of his hands flew to his bed’s poster for support. you moaned against him at the praise, his word making you clench your thighs.
the blonde thrusted his hips, making you gag loudly, tears threatening to escape your eyes. draco caressed the side of your face lovingly like your mouth wasn’t full of his dick.
your hand made its way to his aching balls, folding them, as you hollowed your cheeks, making draco moan loudly.
“fuck! you’re so good to me,” his mouth opened, however, there was no sound coming out of it. he felt his high coming quickly.
you released a hand from him, taking it up until you were feeling his abs, you could feel how his muscles flexed against your skin from the pleasure. he was cumming soon.
you grabbed one of draco’s hands and guided it down to your chest so he could feel your desperate breasts. he saw stars the moment his fingers tips came in contact with your hard nipple, he grabbed your tit roughly as his prick twitched uncontrollably.
before you knew it, your best friend’s cum was dripping down your throat, stuffing your mouth with his warm cum as he moaned loudly from the pleasure you gave him.
your tongue collected all of the remaining liquid. draco felt like he was dreaming, his kind, innocent best friend just sucked him off like a fucking goddess. even if he was dreaming, he would surely wank off to whatever this was in the future.
with his hands still on top of your breasts, you opened your mouth to show him that you had swallowed all of his cum. his eyes grew dark.
“oh merlin,” he sighed as he felt his dick hardened once more.
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STICKY WASHING MACHINE | D.M
summary: draco fucks scorpius’ nanny on the laundry room
warnings: breeding kink, rough sex.
“so do you accept?” asked draco to the girl who only stared at him with mouth slightly agape. “i-i mean i guess” she replied, not meeting his eyes.
“see you on monday then” nodded draco and turned on his heel, walking away.
y/n really didn’t know how they ended up on the topic of her being draco malfoy’s son’s nanny. it really wasn’t much work, a three year old baby just needed attention, food and sleep. but still, me out of all people? she thought, why did i even agree?
but here she was, beaming at the sight of scorpius’ new drawing which consisted on draco’s exaggerated tall figure, y/n and scorp. she sometimes felt bad that astoria was never in the picture, in every sense. she had left draco after scorpius turned 3 months old and never came back, draco explained this when they first reencountered, apparently it never really affected him. considering it was an arranged marriage.
“wow baby this is so good, i bet you’re gonna be an artist some day!” you exclaimed at him. he giggled and turned pink but a loud yawn cut his smile off. “i think it’s time for your nap, come on” she said, standing up and dusting off her skirt, scorpius holding up his arms.
y/n settled scorpius on bed and he was asleep in seconds, she chuckled and just snuggled the blanket closer to him. her eye caught a peek of scorpius’ laundry basket. sure, she was just a nanny that was supposed to take care of the child and that was it, the clothes were the elf’s work. but scorpius was terrified of them so draco took care of his clothes, y/n decided to just take his clothes to the laundry room and throw them inside the washing machine.
as y/n made her way to the laundry room, draco came through the fireplace that was at the whole other wing of the manor, making y/n unconscious of his presence.
draco gave a big sigh and immediately entered the kitchen for a glass of wine, opening up the cabinet that had one of the bottles opened already, courtesy of draco’s previous stress.
he knew scorpius must be asleep, taking notice of the silence that resonated through the manor’s atmosphere. in his midst of thinking, a few drops spilled from the rim his cup when he inclined it too harshly, making them spill on his white shirt. draco gave a groan at this and threw his head back.
narcissa always told draco that it was better to immediately wash clothing items if he ever spilled something on them. so he grumpily made his way to the laundry room.
as he got closer he could hear shuffling of clothes and a low humming, eventually stopping at the doorway to catch sight of y/n bent over, placing small clothing items into the washing machine. he went wide eyed at the peak he caught of her lace pink panties, cunt perfectly outlined.
draco was frustrated, sexually more than ever. he always found y/n hot, even in hogwarts, he remembers having a huge crush on her during fourth and fifth year, but they never really talked except for the polite hello’s and brief conversation when they were partnered in class.
right now, all the past emotions were coming back. and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her like he never did to a woman before. for hours and hours until she turned into nothing but a blabbering mess.
y/n eventually straightened up and went to pick more clothes, but she was met with a paralized draco on the doorframe.
“oh- hello draco, i didn’t know you were back” she saluted politely, going back to scorpius small basket that was placed on top of the dryer.
draco was snapped out of his trance at her voice, he swallowed hard before responding, “evening, just came to- uh put this in the washing machine” he gestured to his shirt, making her look at his chest but eventually trailing down to his very apparent bulge.
he saw how her eyes went wide but she said nothing and just gulped and nodded, gaze not meeting his.
the laundry room really wasn’t that big, making it hard for draco to pass y/n to go to the washing machine that was placed next to the dryer. but he still came in contact with her. his clothed cock pressing perfectly into her ass, a small gasp escaping her while draco grunted at the friction.
they both stilled.
y/n was the first to turn around, groin now pressing into her front, he was breathing heavily. and like magnets they connected together, tongues exploring each other’s mouth. draco’s hands rubbing her ass, down until the back of her thighs were in his large hands. he tapped them lightly, signaling her to jump, which she obliged instantly and jumped, draco hoisting her onto the washing machine.
he disconnected their lips to travel down to her neck, a small whine escaping her when he found her sweet spot. draco absolutely devouring the skin and littering it with purple hickeys. he eventually pulled away to take a good look at his little piece of art.
y/n brought him back into a heated kiss while unbuttoning his shirt, his own hands finding way to the hem of hers. once he shrugged off his shirt he helped her pull hers off, throwing it onto the floor. he pulled away from the kiss once again to look at her soft mounds that sat perfectly in a bra, he groaned at the sight as his cock twitched on his trousers.
“can i take this off sweet thing?” he asked, tone low as he hooked a finger on the bra strap.
y/n eagerly nodded, draco wasting no time and unclasping the bra in a quick motion, disregarding it to the side, mouth immediately attaching to her nipple while his hand toyed with the other. she gave a moan at this breathing heavily and leaning back on her palms, panties soaked and pussy throbbing.
draco kissed his way down to her stomach, dragging her skirt down until it hit the floor. he stepped back and admired with pure mesmerization at y/n’s form, tits with perked up nipples, dampened panties and breathing hard. “look at my pretty princess” he said, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants low enough so his dick popped out.
she went wide eyed for the second time that evening at his size. draco was much bigger than anyone she had ever been with and he was just a very big person in general, she wasn’t sure she could take him all.
draco stroked his cock up and down slowly, tip red and leaking with pre-cum. he got closer to her and moved her panties to the side, eyes glinting when he saw her bare cunt, dripping.
“so wet baby” he said as he passed two fingers over her folds, y/n shuddering while he brought them up to his mouth and hummed at the taste, watching her face heat up.
“taste so good too” he growled, inching his face closer to her and leaning their foreheads together while his fingers plummeted themselves slowly into her, a loud moan escaping her lips.
he started moving them at a slow pace, almost torturous. watching intently as she released small whimpers and moans, his cock twitching every now and then.
he started scissoring his fingers inside of her, going faster. “ah! yes draco right there” she moaned out when he curled his fingers, touching that spongy spot inside her. “yeah? think you can take my cock now?” he questioned.
“yes” she replied quickly, pussy clenching at the thought of having him inside her, finally.
he seemed to notice this and chuckled, removing his fingers and dragging them to his cock once again, coating it with her juices. he guided it to her entrance and drenched the tip with her arousal, making y/n buck her hips up and whine.
“sh sh sh, now be patient little girl” he warned, fingers lightly tapping her clit, making her jolt and quickly shut up as she waited in anticipation.
draco entered y/n slowly with a groan, a strangled moan leaving her throat. he let her adjust to his size for a few moments before starting out on a decently fast pace, making her throw your head back and release several moans the faster he went, breasts bouncing everywhere, much to draco’s delight.
he settled for a brutal pace that had the washing machine shaking, watching her eyes go crisscross when he reaches to rub her clit.
“fuck baby look at this pretty pussy squeezing me, so fucking tight” he groaned, looking down at her juices dripping out, thighs glistening. “you have no idea how many times i’ve dreamt about this” he said, voice strained. she hummed in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down to another steamy kiss, he greedily ate every moan she made, her legs starting to tremble.
“fuck baby im close” he said when she pulled away for breath. “me too!” she replied, his thumb assaulting her clit harsher.
“yeah? gonna cum all over me? and then let me put my fucking cum inside you until your fucking pregnant?” he teased, moving his hands to grip her ass, y/n gave a loud moan in response and rapidly nodded, orgasm right at its peak. “fuckfuckfuck yes draco!” she screamed as she came, legs completely shaking and letting that coil snap while he fucked her faster, riding out her high while chasing his.
“shit, gonna cum so hard inside you and give you my kids princess” he groaned, his thrust sloppy when his orgasm hit him, releasing a loud moan as he came.
after they both calmed down from their highs he sighed in pleasure and looked down to her puffy cunt, he pulled out slowly and watched as her pussy spurted out both cums. he collected some on his fingers and held them up to y/n.
she opened her mouth and kept eye contact as she sucked on them, humming at the taste like he had done previously, making his once soft cock perk up immediately. she was gonna be the death of him.
she giggled at his reaction and got off the, now sticky washing machine due to their arousal on it, leaning her top half over it and arching her back. draco’s mouth agape at the view.
“round 2?” she taunted.
but right as draco was about to fuck her into tomorrow, a small paddle of feet could be heard in the distance with a faint “daddy? y/n?”.
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Flirt | d.m. x reader
Summary: That Draco likes you can’t go unnoticed as he takes every opportunity to flirt with you.
Warnings: just fluff and a lot of flirting, I guess
Word count: ~ 2.1k
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“In a few weeks will we invite you all to the Yule Ball”, Dumbledore just announced about the upcoming school dance. All the students were excited about this as there hasn’t been one since you started at Hogwarts.
“Y/n is probably going with her boyfriend”, Ginny whispered to Luna, but loud enough for you to also hear that.
“And who is my boyfriend?” you asked, confused as you didn’t have a boyfriend.
“Malfoy—The boy who always flirt with you.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Sure not”, your friend responded sarcastically and giggled.
That you and Draco liked each other was nothing new. Draco would take on any opportunity to flirt with you. And you liked the attention you got from him. Even if you two hadn’t said anything more about your potential relationship than just flirting, but in everyone else’s eyes, the two of you belonged together.
On the other side of the room stood Draco and his friends and had a similar conversation.
“I’m going to ask y/n to be my date to the Yule Ball,” Draco said as he looked over at you, who were laughing together with your friends.
“Wow, what a surprise. We are shocked,” Blaise said with sarcasm.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Draco turned to his friend.
“You and y/n are basically together already. The way you two act towards each other—” Blaise just shook his head as he felt he didn’t even need to explain further.
Later that day, as you were on your way back to your dorm, Draco saw you walking alone. He took this opportunity to ask you to the Yule Ball.
The boy came behind you and grabbed you by the arm, as he then pinned you against the wall. He stood close to you as he looked down, keeping eye contact. His lips formed into a happy smile.
Draco was so close to you as you wouldn’t have to lean forward much to kiss him. But you wouldn’t do that now, as you two had never kissed before.
“Hi there, beautiful—” Draco’s soft voice filled your ears.
“What are you doing on such a beautiful day?” he asked.
“I was supposed to be on my way to my dorm but got interrupted, so ask the handsome dork that have me pinned to the wall right now what we are doing”, you responded playfully.
A chuckle left Draco’s lips. In your presence, would it not be uncommon to find Draco laughing and happily smiling because you bring out the happiness in him.
“Well, this handsome gentleman—“
“Dork”, you faked coughed, only making Draco chuckled again.
“Anyway, I wanted to ask you to be my date to the Yule Ball. Will you do me the honour?” Draco asked with hopes in his eyes.
There wouldn’t be any other person that you would want to go with. Both you and Draco knew that. But at the same time, you always liked him being flirty. And if you wouldn’t give him an answer right away, he would probably flirt with you even more. So you mischievous responded,
“Maybe, maybe not.”
You put your hands on Draco’s shoulder, instantly making him tense up as he wasn’t prepared for your touch. But it was relaxing as soon as he felt the light touch on his shoulders. You turned him around—making him instead stand closer to the wall now.
You looked into his eyes and giggled and then just started to walk away—making your way to your dorm again. Draco stood there and watched you walk off.
Even if you hadn’t said yes, he knew that you just wanted the attention he gave you. Which he would so keep giving you—he was going to flirt with you all the time.
The next afternoon you spent the time in the library with your study group. You would join it sometimes when you needed some extra support. Hermione was always there to help you explain the topics you find to be more demanding.
“The unicorn hair should be added afterwards for the potion to turn blue—” Hermione said, just before the whole group heard books dropped on the table in front of you.
You looked up to meet the eyes that belonged to Draco, who was standing there.
“Let’s switch seats,” Draco said to Hannah, who was sitting beside you.
Hannah didn’t question it and quickly stood up for letting Draco take the seat. You followed Draco’s every movement with your eyes.
“Hi, the girl from my dreams”, Draco said to you as he sat down.
“Hi, the guy from my nightmare,” you said with a smirk, which made Hermione giggle. Draco looked over at Hermione, who put up her hands in gesture that she didn’t mean any harm and was only joking.
“Is it that bad that I was a part of your nightmare?” Draco came closer to you to whisper in your ear.
You felt your cheeks heat up at how close he was to you now. If you would turn your head a little bit to the left—you could kiss him.
“You might have been the handsome prince in my nightmare.”
“I would protect you, my princess”, he responded with confidence and smiling at you that only he could make you weak in your knees.
“What are you doing here? You’re not even part of this study group” you asked to change the topic—before your cheeks got too flustered.
“I wanted to see my favourite girl. So I’ll pretend that I belong in this group just to see her sweet, sweet cheeks blush. Which is adorable.”
Of course, had that made you blush even more, which Draco noticed and chuckled.
“Let me help you with this chapter,” Draco said and started to explain the chapter in potions that you were working on before he interrupted you.
During that week, a little bird made out of paper flew to your desk—landing on your opened coursebook during class. You looked around in the classroom to see where it had come from. That’s when you saw Draco, who gestures for you to open the note that he had sent you.
So you did as he said and found Draco’s neat and perfect handwriting on it.
‘If you would be a star, you would be the sun. Because at the day you light up my day, and at night you brighten up my night.’
You smiled and shook your head at Draco’s attempt to flirt with you. You couldn’t deny that you liked this. You decided to reply on that note by writing,
‘Scientific speaking, but you can’t see the sun at night because it’s on the other side of the globe and would light up the night sky into day anyway.’
You enchanted the paper into a butterfly that made its way to Draco, who caught it in his hand. Draco laughed for himself when he read the note. He loved the attention you were giving him as well.
Draco just kept on flirting with you whenever he got the opportunity.
You could be walking in the corridors with your friends, and he would see you and instantly would his face lit up into a smile.
“There goes my favourite person. Hope you have a lovely day,” would he shout after you—making everyone hears it.
Your friends would either giggle, shook their heads, or just ignore because they were too used to Draco always flirting with you.
All of the attention made you want to spend more time with Draco. You had always known that Draco would break the curfew rules sometimes, as you did that quite often yourself, and had seen him a few times after curfew.
Mostly you broke the rule because you thought the night was calm and you enjoyed taking a walk. But you had to look out for the Prefects.
Therefore, did you, this night, decide to break the curfew again in the hope of seeing if you could find Draco.
You sneaked around the corridors, going to the places you have seen Draco before when breaking curfew. But all you could see was Percy walking his Prefect round. Trying to avoid him, you tiptoed in the other direction.
You had almost given up looking for Draco when someone spun you around facing him. There he was, the one you had been looking for.
“Miss curfew breaker, it’s nice seeing you here” the way he said it, only he could make you feel the feeling that you felt in your stomach.
“Likewise, Mr curfew breaker. What makes you break the rules tonight?” you responded.
“A certain miss curfew breaker was breaking the rules, and I wanted to run into her. So I looked for her”
“Wait—you’re only breaking the rules tonight because I usual breaks them?”
Draco just nodded his head in response with a smile on his face.
“I’m only breaking the rules tonight to find you as I know you usually also breaks the rules”, you said, surprised.
Who would have thought that you both broke the rules tonight just to hope that you would run into each other? Draco’s smile widened even more now.
“How come you want to find me?” he asked.
“Maybe I wanted to give you a proper answer on your proposal about the Yule Ball, and then maybe—” you said and started to lean slowly but closer towards Draco’s face.
He noticed that and started to do the same.
“What are you suggesting, my love?” Draco said with a soft voice as your two faces came close and closer until you heard,
“Is someone there?” Percy was just around the corner.
Draco quick reflex grabbed you by the arm and dragged you to the closest broom cupboard. He shut the door after him. It was the tiniest room you had been in, and now Draco hugged you for the two of you to even fit in the small space that was left. More likely, Draco was holding you around your waist as you rested your hands on his chest.
You two had been close to each other, but now was the closest you had stood beside each other. Even if you for a minute ago were about to kiss.
Your faces were only millimetres apart, and you could feel how relaxed Draco felt having you in his arms. You both looked into each other’s eyes—even if it was dark in the room, you knew that you had your eyes on each other.
“Hello? Show yourself,” Percy shouted, not far from outside of the broom cupboard.
“Yeah, right, like someone would stop hiding and walk to him if he says like that”, Draco whispered.
You quietly giggle. The comfort in Draco’s arms made you want to be closer to him. You noticed how Draco tensed up a bit when you unintentionally moved closer to him, making you want to tease him.
If Percy hadn’t interrupted you with his Prefect duties, you would have kissed each other by now.
So instead, you leaned closer to him and left soft kisses on his cheek.
“I’m not the only one that gets flustered”, you teasingly said, making Draco start blushing even more. He was happy that it was dark enough for you to not seeing how much he was blushing due to your kisses.
“Students can’t be out after curfew”, you heard Percy said as he approached in the corridor just outside of the broom cupboard you were hiding.
You giggled as you gave another kiss on Draco’s cheek.
“Y/n, you have to be quiet”, Draco whispered to you.
“What if I won’t?” you just teased him and gave him another kiss on the cheek.
“Then I’ll have to do this with pleasure”, Draco said and suddenly crushed his lips on yours.
His soft lips were on yours now as he kissed you passionately. Draco had liked you for a very long time now, and you could feel that in the way he kissed you. It felt right.
“I knew there were students out of curfew. Detention for both of you,” Percy said as he had just opened the door to the broom cupboard you two were hiding.
As you both walked behind Percy to a professor’s office—Draco intertwined his fingers with yours.
“And yes, as your date to the Yule Ball”, you whispered, low enough for only Draco to hear.
An instant smile flashed across Draco’s face.
“What about being my girlfriend?” he asked. It might be the first time he asked about that, even if you two had already been labelled as a couple by everyone else.
“Maybe, maybe not—” you started to say just to tease him.
“I’m kidding, only if I can call you my boyfriend,” you finally answered.
Draco was about to lean forward to you to kiss you, but Percy again interrupted.
“No, more kissing”, Percy complained.
But Draco was once again the rule breaker, so he crashed his lips on yours anyway.
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a/n: i feel like i haven’t written for draco in so long, missed it tbh. so enjoy this and thanks to the loml eli for proof reading some of this <3 so half of this fic is not proofread!! (also i rlly wanted to use this gif for morning sex with fred so if u see me use this gif twice that’s why lol)
summary: gryffindor!reader makes draco cum in potions class and he fucks her in a quidditch cupboard to teach her some manners.
request: yes | | no
wc: 2k (2045)
warning(s): cnc, dom!draco, switch!reader, degrading, praising, use of pet names, dumbification, cum play, fingering, oral sex (male receiving) and ofc ur good old filthy smut. OH and snape slander LMFAOOOOO—
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you and draco were sat in the back of the potions class. snape was up doing his boring old lecture that you have all heard since the first year and it usually went like, “harry potter this,” “harry potter that,” “harry potter!”
professor snape, we get it lily chose james over you so you decided to bully her child who she had with another man. cool.
you rolled your eyes in annoyance, it was so repetitive. with a sigh you placed your head onto draco’s shoulder. he took a deep breath in feeling you so close to him. you put your hand in his, they enveloped yours, his hands were huge compared to yours.
“you tired, pretty thing?” he cooed down at you.
“no, just fucking bored.”
“watch your language, do i need to teach you manners again?”
“i’d rather fuck you, darling.” he replied with a coy smirk displayed on his pink lips.
you lifted your head off of him, placed your elbow onto the hard wooden table and then rested your head on your hand. completely ignoring him.
even with you not acknowledging his existence, he admired you from the side, his eyes scanning from your hair, face, neck,,, chest,,, thighs. a tent began to build up in his pants and it was all from just looking at you. the power you held over the boy was inevitable. every little thing you did drew himself in even more and more. they said that he’s shallow, but he was only falling deeper. deeper for you, in love and in you.
noticing his lingering stares you snapped your head to him, “what is it draco? is there something on my face?”
“no, but i’m sure you would love something on your face.”
“what do you mean?” you said dumbfounded, what was this boy talking about?
oh you would realize later.
draco had— has been craving for you all fucking day. seeing you walk around school in that short ass skirt, your tits being revealed from the two unbuttoned buttons on your shirt. your black, red and orange gryffindor tie loosely wrapped around your neck. oh, how it wrapped around your pretty throat, he wanted to see what else could wrap around it. perhaps his hand?
“you know what i mean, slut.” his dark whisper lewd from his lips, transferring to your ear. chills went down your spine, you pinched your lips together, biting down onto your bottom lip. you squeezed your eyes shut, you squeezed everything shut. peeling your eyes open, a smirk laced your lips.
“oh yeah? do i though, sir?” you pouted, hands trailing lower and lower to his trousers. each breath he took only showed you how vulnerable he was.
he wanted to bury his cock inside you, make you scream and cry, all until you couldn’t take it anymore, his hot cum filled up in your pretty cunt.
tilting your head to the side, you decided to play the innocent card but your actions told different. your hand unzipped his fly, you slipped your finger into his boxers, feeling how painfully hard he was. his hip instantly jerked up feeling you wrap your warm hands around it. “so needy, little bitch.” you said shamelessly.
“shut the fuck up, i’ll have you on your knees for me right now.” he groaned, eyes punched shut.
“then why aren’t i on my knees right now? too much of a pussy aren’t you?”
that was it.
he instantly removed your hand away from his cock and shoved you down onto your knees. they dug into the cold floor, you hissed in pain.
“a fucking gryffindor, you. saying shit that you don’t even mean, with all that damn pride. what are you gonna do, huh?”
your eyes immediately shot to his, hands trailing around his crotch, teasing him.
he asked for this.
taking his cock into your hand again, you toyed around, licking the tip. then you took him whole. his tip brushed the back of your throat, his head fell back with a groan from him and he tried so hard to hide it. you pulled away, he didn’t deserve your mouth. he would take your hand and be fucking grateful, if he wasnt, you don’t want to know.
he’s draco malfoy for god's sake the most spoiled bitch to live, of course he wanted more than your hand. but this is all he was getting for now.
your hand worked fast, pumping him, he bit his lip trying to cover up his moans. your other hand played with his balls, massaging them, bringing him closer to his high.
the entire class couldn’t care any less about what you two were doing, and as for professor snape he was too busy giving out instructions for the next potion you guys are going to do in class. or so you thought.
“ms. y/l/n! mr. malfoy! what are you two doing over there?” he boomed, his monotone bouncing off the walls. draco and your blood ran cold for a moment, out of fear, but you couldn’t stop. this was exhilarating.
“i- we- i dropped my quil!” draco stuttered, struggling to get words out as his cum decorated his pants.
wanting him to struggle even more, you took his cock in your mouth. humming against him, causing a wave of pleasure coursing through his body.
you couldn’t get any out because you had a mouth full of his cock.
pulling away from the blondes private, you sweetly said, “nothing, professor. just helping mr. malfoy out.” and smiled getting back into your seat with compelling eyes. your hands immediately crawled back to his crotch, pumping it again.
with a nod, snape swiftly turned away ignoring you two again.
draco looked at you, astonished.
“pick your jaw back up pretty boy, don’t want to catch flies do you?”
he slowly closed his mouth, but his eyes showed it all. he craved for more, he was starving, and only you could provide him with his needs. he picked his jaw back off, a sneer on his lips.
“what’s wrong baby? want more, don't you?”
“shut the fuck up y/n, lets just do this damn potion.”
“and all along i thought you wanted to do me,” you laughed, his blood boiled. he absolutely wanted to destroy you. He wanted to see that cock drunk look in your eyes as his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat, like a whore. the more you spoke, the more he wished he could stick his cock down your throat to shut you the fuck up.
“so what are we making again?” you yawned, draco’s eyes averted to you with an eye roll. he was still so fucking hard, it was painful honestly.
“poly juice potion, idiot.”
“yeah, yeah i knew that already,” you threw him a sarcastic smile over your shoulder.
“and doesn't that take forever to make?”
“yeah it does, you have to have patience.” he deadpanned.
“oh- well, i'm sorry to break it to you draco, but i don't think you of all people should be making this. you see, you aren't exactly the most patient person.”
“why’re you being such a brat today, huh? you want me to fuck y’pretty brain out or what?” he mumbled darkly into your ear, so that only the two of you could hear.
your breath got caught in your throat for a moment, “‘s not me who’s being a brat, you are!”
“looks like i need to teach you manners the dirty way agai— you like that don’t you?”
“you like being treated like a cockslut, a filthy whore.”
“n-no,” a shy whisper left your lips.
“what’s wrong m’love? too flustered to talk back now?”
you stayed silent. but another word was about to find its way out from your mouth that couldn’t seem to shut up no matter what, that was until the bell rang.
quickly you packed up your things and raced out of the room. so quick that you didn’t even notice a certain blonde trailing right behind you.
taking a swift turn into the corner a hand grabbed you forcefully and pulled you into the quidditch cupboard. a scream threatened to leave you, until that familiar scent of green apples and musk invaded your nose.
your back was pressed against his front, his hard evident poking your ass and one of his hands covered your mouth. his other hand swooped down to your cunt, immediately rubbing your clit, then his hands slid into your panties, pushing them to the side. he slid his digits in your cunt. your eyes rolled back at this newfound pleasure spasming in your core. your wetness trickled down your thighs.
“is this what you wanted bitch?” he growled.
“yes, daddy.” your whimper was muffled against his hand.
“b-but, i want y’cock more!”
“and you said i was the impatient one,” he mocked, his tongue rolled against his cheek.
his fingers thrusted in and out of you harshly, your body shook at the force. each assault to your cunt, powered your need to be filled up.
he unzipped his fly, pulling his cock out and stroking his length. every time you saw it, you were shocked. even if you have seen it over a million times, you could never get over his size. he placed it at your entrance, then sharply pounded into you. a muffled scream of ecstasy left you. his hips clashed against yours, he tugged your hair with his free hand and continued to ruthlessly fuck you.
your skin clapped together, venomous, filthy and demented moans fell from the both of you.
you were so close, that pitt in your stomach was only burning hotter and hotter.
you just needed him to keep going, you gave him those innocent doe eyes, hoping that would keep him going for your own pleasure. and he wasn’t going to fall for them one bit.
“get on your knees,” he demanded, releasing you.
“what—“ you stumbled, you could barely stand.
“i said get on your fucking knees.”
you dropped to your knees, they hit the cold floor but you obeyed him like a needy slut.
he stroked his cock in front of you, teasing.
you looked at it with hunger, you wanted him so bad. you wanted him to destroy you, corrupt you, anything that meant his skin was on yours.
his cocks tip hit his stomach, you gasped at the collision, heart thumping.
he grabbed the side of your face, stroking it and your hair together, trailing his thumb down to your lips. “gonna take m’cock, pretty thing.” then pushed your head down, making you take his damn dick. you gagged following, but went into action bobbing your head up and down.
he tossed his head back, his blonde head of hair met with the back wall. he stroked your hair while you sucked his cock, and you moved your head repeatedly up and down just to hear him praise and degrade you in pleasure.
“that’s it, doll face suck me dry. like a whore.” he groaned.
his tip jabbed at the back of your throat, tears brimmed your eyes but you had to keep going.
his moans, growls and cursed mumbles filled the small space you both were in.
gripping onto your hair, he face fucked you. his hips moving with such speed, making your mascara smear and drip with your tears. he was so close and one odd thrust of his hips could make him fall.
he departed his cock from you and tapped it on your tongue. “look at you, so cock drunk baby.” he humiliated you, stroking his cock.
but this only aroused you.
“mhm,” you nodded in response, tongue sticking out, ready for his cum.
his hand worked around his length, then white ribbons shot out from it, decorating your face and tongue.
“such a mess, who’s gonna clean this all up?” he pouted.
“me— me, i’ll clean it up sir!” you nodded eagerly. pathetic, he thought.
he placed his index and middle finger on your face, scooping his cum off of it and shoved it into your mouth. you sucked his fingers, taking every last drop.
“your manners are back, good girl.”
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hospital wing | d.m
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preview: draco gets horny while spending the night at the hospital wing so you decide to help him
warnings: SMUT! established relationship (dating). reader is on top. riding. praise kink. needy draco. unprotected sex (don’t do that). spanking.
draco’s been in the hospital wing for about a week, and although he assures madam pomfrey that he is fine, she won’t let him leave yet. luckily his girlfriend comes to visit him everyday so they can have some sort of affection, but he needs a bit more to satisfy his needs.
“okay dray, i’m leaving see you tomorrow.” draco sat up, “wait babe! could you help me with something?” he called, pulling the best puppy dog eyes he could manage. “and what would that be?” draco pointed towards his crotch, your eyes widening at the very visible huge bulge he had.
“draco!” you smacked his arm. “what?! i can’t help it that my girlfriend is hot and that i haven’t been able to pound into her pretty pussy in a week.” his dirty talk made your stomach flutter. “fine, but we have to be quick.” draco’s eyes lit up as he pulled you onto his lap.
“really darling? you’re the best.” he buried his face on your neck, leaving a trail of kisses. “shh, i don’t want to hear anything else come out of your mouth unless it’s a moan.” he nodded his head and lied back down, hands behind his head as he let you take control. you fumbled with his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, just enough for you to be able to pull his cock out of his boxers.
draco moaned at the feeling of your hand around his prick, shutting his eyes as you pumped it up and down and swiped the precum on his tip with your thumb. you started taking off your skirt when you felt two hands on your waist, stopping you. “don’t baby, wanna fuck you in it.” you smirked, pulling just your panties down.
you held his cock again, lining it up at your entrance. you swiped his tip through your folds, stimulating it. “fuck, baby just put it in.” he whined, and you obliged, slowly sliding down his length and situating your hands on his chest for support.
draco slapped your ass cheek, indicating for you to start moving. you start moving up and down frantically, having missed the feeling of him deep inside you too. “fuck, fuck, fuck! doll i’ve missed this so much. so fucking tight, squeezing me so good.” only the sound of your moans and skin slapping could be heard in the hospital wing, and slowly your legs start to give up.
draco takes over, setting a fast pace. you loved it when draco fucked you slowly, made sure you were completely comfortable and kissed every inch of your body, but it was obvious you preferred it when he really fucked you hard and fast, gripping your waist so hard, leaving purple marks all over it.
draco groaned with lust at the sight of your eyes rolling into the back of your head, ragged moans erupting from your throat and your hard nipples through your shirt. it was better than any view he’d ever seen before. and to know it was him making you feel like that made inflated his ego.
“d-dray m’about to cum.” he slid his hand between your legs, rubbing your clit with his thumb and pulling you down to lay on his chest. “draco, fuck!” you moaned loudly into his neck, luckily the screams being muffled. draco felt your walls clench like a vice around him, your pussy coating his cock and it was enough for him to shout your name and start spilling himself inside you.
“fuckkk, my good little slut. you take me so good, darling.” his pants died down, and he chuckled at your now sleeping figure, laying snuggly on his chest. he decided to let you rest for a while before waking you to get cleaned up. “i love you.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your head.
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Summary: You’re gifted as a prize to Draco. You’re his. He owns you and that’s your only purpose.
Warning(s): Smut. Dark Themes. Ownership. Sir kink, Breeding kink, Blowjob, Virgin reader. Mentions of the reader being Draco’s property. Possessiveness. Dark!Draco.
Note: Draco’s supposed to be a high ranking death eater in this fic. So keep in mind that it might have some depictions of that. But he’s soft with the reader :’)
a/n— oh to be draco's property </3
“Enjoy her mate. She’s all yours” Theodore Nott is quite enthusiastic in the way he speaks about you. Draco wonders whatever has his him so hyped up. Whether you truly where the winsome angel they claimed you to be.
He gives him a nod, and then clicks open the door.
When his gaze falls upon you, he understands the infatuation. Truly; you were a gift, not just from him friends— but from whatever lies above.
Perfect and his.
You’re kneeling, hands resting on your thighs, head down, dolled up in a black lingerie. A silver bow rests at the base of your throat. And on it was carved D.M.
“Hello bug, have you been waiting for my arrival?”
Only then, do your eyes look up. And you gasp slightly; you’d heard about his attractiveness, but to have him present in front of you, it was entirely ethereal.
He had different shades of grey painted on him. Hair platinum, eyes silver, skin pale. He was much more taller than the last time you’d seen him, and the mass of him now muscular and broad.
Beautiful, like an angel, yet dangerous like a devil.
“I– uh... terribly sorry sir. I have been waiting for you”
He smirks, then swiftly removes his black coat jacket. It hangs over a chair as he then walks off to sit over an armchair. As if it were a throne.
“Come ‘ere darling”
His eyes never once fall from you as you saunter over to him. As soon as you reach him, he grabs you by your waist and pushes you on his lap.
“You know who I am right?” His hands grope and squeeze along your curves, but his face is fixed on yours.
“I do” You murmur softly, fumbling with the fabric of his slacks. You did know who he was— he was the royalty of the wizarding world. The youngest death eater of all time.
You knew who he was— ruthless; cold; dangerous.
Draco tightens his grips on your plump bum, certain to have you bruised and marked.
He’s always been quite possesive but never infatuated “So pretty, and all mine” he deems, brushing his nose along your cheekbone.
“All yours sir”
He was dreaded by all. But here you were in the embrace of Draco Malfoy you’d found sweetness within the bitterness that he was.
He kissed you. Hard possesive kisses that had you gasping for air. It wasn’t a romantic loving kiss— but rather a soul burning one that had your chest hurting.
They trail down to your shoulders; hot wet kisses; his hand wrapping around your throat and his rings caused a shiver to run through you.
“Have you done this before?” He asked, eyebrows arching in question, “Never, sir”
If you thought you’d already seen the darkness that resided within him, you were wrong— his eyes seemed to have turned entirely black.
“Get on your knees blossom, I’ll tell you what to do”
You do that at once, and fall down onto the cold wooden floor. You stare up at him in innocence, waiting for him next move.
He quickly has his hands on his belt, it clicks and ruttles and then his pants are pushed down to his knees. His length already hard in his boxers as you yank them down.
You watered at the sight of him so long, so thick, so gorgeous. “Look at you, already drooling like a dumb baby”
Malfoy grips you by the back of your head. Pushing your face against his length. “Put it in your mouth hmm”
You do exactly that, taking his length down your throat as much as you could without gagging, “That’s it, fuck, now just suck yeah?”
Your mouth wraps around him, suckling lightly before he encourages you to go faster, bobbing your face on his cock more expertly.
He cups your face gently as you take his lenght deeper, swirling your tongue on his base. “There it is, you’re a natural, bunny”
When you look up at him, his face is scrunched up in pleasure, soft grunts escaping his parted lips, but his eyes were wide open and staring down at you.
You bob your head faster, sucking even harder than before, “Fucking hell I’m–” his climax was right on the edge, until he suddenly pulls away before he could that sweet fucking releif.
A whine comes from you as he parts his cock from your mouth, “D–did I do– do it wrong?”
“No bug, just wanna cum inside you”
Draco has you hauled up on his lap before he slams you down on his bed, staring at you with dark avid eyes. He strips down in a hurry, wanting to corrupt you and fuck your innocence out of you.
“Move your panties aside baby, let me see that pretty pussy”
Your hand trails down to your underwear, and then moves them to the side. He groans as he sees your cunt dripping and throbbing— only for him, it will only ever be him.
The head of his cock rubs onto your folds, teasing you until you were whimpering and babbling in need.
He pushed inside slow, cooing in your ear as your hole fluttered around him.
“So perfect, bug” He mused, kissing your tears away as you struggled to take much of him. Shaking in bliss already.
You dug your nails into his back, leaving red bruises as he began to move “Too much sir” you whimpered as he pulled your hips flush against his.
“Can’t take it?” He mocked, kneading your tits through your bra. There was fire in his touch, it had you burning everytime his skin moved with yours.
Slowly, the pace, the act turned into something much more impure. It was rough now, his kisses and his bites on your flesh. His thrusts and his movements.
“Such a good little cunt. I’ll be fucking it everyday goddamn day now, you hear me? You’re mine”
Yours, yours, yours. You said it against him as you kissed his chest and raked your nails across the lines of him and bucked your hips in rhythm with his.
“M’gonna fuck a baby in you alright? And you’re gonna take it like a good girl”
He was pounding into you now. You were crying and sobbing from how fucking good it felt. It was a wonderful feeling. To belong to him. To please him and have him do it back.
He thrust several more times and then you came with a cry, panting and trembling as he lowly hissed and fell apart on top of you. Giving your every last drop of it.
“Mine, you’ll always be mine now”
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Whole Lot of Red ✧ Draco x Reader
Summary: Sneaky meet ups with Draco where nobody knows the two of you have a thing for the other until the day he sees someone flirting with you and lets his jealousy get the best of him. AU where its around seventh year and Voldermort never existed so Draco never got traumatized !
Warnings: light smut/hinted smut, jealous/possessive-ish Draco, a little more mature themes
A/N: aging him UP for this one ! and making draco a tad rude bc the way i picture it is just WOW also i like to try to change up the way i write him sometimes :) also couldn’t find this gif anywhere so if it looks low quality its bc i made it >:( i want so badly for him to walk up to me like thaaaat anyways I HOPE THIS IS GOOD
It was a funny thing, feelings, and the way they blossomed in places they had no business being in. Those very specific stomach churning butterflies and skipped heartbeats were unmistakably there every time you found yourself in the Slytherin Prince’s presence. It was a shame really, you had never even given him the time of day prior to the time you were forced to work on a Charms project together but now here you were; completely and undeniably entranced by him.
Your group of y/h friends and you were gathered in the foyer outside the Great Hall, the doors wide open and welcoming students for the lunch that was going to be served in just a few minutes. Your friends were lost in conversation and you couldn’t be happier as your focus darted around the room hoping to spot the platinum mop of hair.
Out of sheer coincidence, a boisterous group of Slytherins had entered the foyer from the direction of the dungeons, all talking loudly and jokingly pushing each other as they came into view. Your eyes landed on the laughing blond in the middle, his toothy grin almost twinkling under the sunlight that streamed in through the large medieval windows. His gaze wandered around the room for a moment before stopping on you, the smile on his face morphing into a smug knowing smirk.
A shivering weakness shot up your legs, your heart doing somersaults in your stomach as you recalled the previous night. It involved you sneaking out of the common room to meet Draco in a dark and hidden corner of the castle in the dead hours of night, his Prefect duties long finished and a looming fear of getting caught by Filch. It was you being backed into said corner, his body flush against your quivering one, a strong hand clamped tightly over your mouth to muffle the whimpers that unwillingly left your mouth as his lips left trails of wet kisses along the exposed skin of your neck and chest. It was his knee in between your legs, pushing you harder against the wall as your hands got tangled in his hair while he held your face in place by your jaw, whispering compliments and desires into your ear with kisses to it in between, smiling coyly to himself when he heard the small gasps of pleasure coming from you.
All this was because of a simple charms project, the two of you forced to spend a couple weeks together where it was constant bickering and malicious teasing until the tension between the two of you had gotten so overwhelmingly strong it was suffocating. It had gotten so unbearable that one day, Draco finally had enough as you were reading something out of your textbook for him, suddenly knocking it out of your hands and scooting closer to you on the shared bench, his minty breath hot against your face and darkening gray eyes flickering from your lips to your widened e/c’s as he whispered a breathless, “can I kiss you?”
Post study make out sessions quickly turned into sneaking away from friends throughout the day which finally led into slipping out of common rooms to meet at night. No one ever noticed nor caught on to the two of you, the both of you keeping it a secret so you wouldn’t have to deal with people’s undesired two cents.
As much as you enjoyed the hands on affection, you found yourself liking the intimacy afterwards even more. You looked forward to sitting down somewhere with him, his arms wrapped warmly around your body as you asked about each other’s day that branched out into talking about anything and everything. You would skip back to your room afterwards, smiling from ear to ear with your head in the clouds until one day it dawned on you; you were in a sticky situation of constantly wondering “what are we?”
You never dared to ask him though, terrified of his answer and that he would leave you in the dust for even bringing it up. In all your years at Hogwarts, you’ve never seen Draco with a girlfriend, he was the most well-known boy at school, an arrogant and proud Slytherin, a skilled quidditch seeker, and an irresistible flirt. But never having the title of ‘the boyfriend’, despite the countless girls that hung off his arms nearly begging for his attention.
“Y/N,” your friend broke you out of your thoughts, a sly smile on her face as she elbowed your side. “Your little friend is headed this way.”
You looked at her in confusion, turning your attention towards the tall Gryffindor, Trevor, that was walking towards your small group, a bright smile on his face as his eyes stayed trained on you. Your friends giggled teasingly, already knowing what his presence would ensue. He was nice, but annoying as he relentlessly flirted with you every time you had your Transfigurations class with him. You just chose to ignore him even though he always ended up sitting next to you or around you no matter how many times you moved. He was someone who you complained restlessly about to your group which caused them to laugh and poke fun every time he would come up to you around them.
“Y/L/N!” He said happily, attempting to give you a hug as he came up to you which you only begrudgingly returned with a lazy side hug. He took your hand, leading you a few feet away from your group so he could talk to you privately. “I was wondering if you wanted to meet up at the library after lunch to study for our test later this week?”
“Oh,” you trailed off, trying to come up with an excuse but in the midst of your thoughts you remembered you had already made plans with Draco. Speaking of, you had forgotten he was only across the room, unbeknownst to you that he was staring hard at you and your classmate. “I’m busy today.”
“How about after tomorrow?” He asked again hopefully. “We can even go to Hogsmeade after, butterbeers on me!”
You frowned slightly, knowing that this was not a friendly collegiate conversation, but another ploy to try and get you to go out with him. His attempts were increasing week by week and you denied him every single time yet he never got the hint.
“Still busy,” you smiled at him, hoping that if you were to appear nice, it would soften the continuous blow of rejection.
“I’m not going to stop asking until you say yes,” he sighs, hands slipping into the pockets of his robe as he longingly looked down at you. “You might as well give in.”
His hand came up towards your hair, a skinny finger brushing through a strand of your hair as he pulled a small fluff of lint from your robes before flicking it into the air. You stood frozen in place, the gesture being painstakingly too much for your comfort and borderline creepy coming from him.
Draco felt himself shake with anger, the sight of you smiling at the Gryffindor and that he was running his fingers through your hair made his blood boil. Greeting the git with a hug. You being led away from your friends by your hand. He hated the sight. The thought of any man other than him being so close to you made him feel sick to his stomach, a rage sparking from deep within him he never even knew existed. He watched as you looked up at the boy above you, a weird expression on your face that instantly let him know you were uncomfortable.
That was it for him. He was seeing red as he threw his schoolbooks into Crabbe’s hands, pushing aggressively past a pair of boys that were in his way as he power walked towards you and your classmate.
“Didn’t you ever learn to keep your hands to yourself?” Draco called out condescendingly in his haughty accent, his scowl deepening as he approached. Trevor’s head snapped towards Draco, a frown etching itself onto his face.
“Sod off, Malfoy,” Trevor sneered. “Go find someone else to bother.”
“Take your own advice, filth,” Draco shot back.
“Filth? You’re one to talk,” the Gryffindor chortled. By now, everyone within a few feet of the debacle was watching, entertained at the argument that was beginning to unfold, your friends and Draco’s goons staring oddly at the encounter. You only stood there, looking between both boys towering over you in a daze that left you paralyzed in your spot. You were so close to telling off Trevor before Draco came, feeling grateful at your delayed reaction now that he was there defending you.
“I’m not going to ask you again,” Draco threatened, stepping in between you and Trevor as he spoke. “Leave Y/N alone, or I swear you’ll regret it.”
“Why? You think she’d pick you over me?” He snickered. “We’ll see who’s the one feeling regretful when you find her making that decision.”
By now, Trevor had stepped up to the spiteful Slytherin, getting in his face with a patronizing smile. Draco’s face twisted up in anger as his temper got worse, shoving his competition back with the side of his forearm, feeling satisfied when Trevor stumbled back.
“Funny,” he laughed darkly, “I seem to remember her already making that decision every single day while we’re snogging.”
Multiple gasps can be heard throughout the foyer, including your own as you gaped up at the blond, his eyes staying focused on Trevor as he looked taken aback.
“You trying to say she’s your girlfriend?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Your legs nearly gave out below you at his response. This was everything you had been hoping for recently, except not like this. But that still didn’t stop you from feeling giddy, however, the bliss of his revelation filling your entire body with glee. The ‘what are we?’ question being ripped from your mind with relief.
“Is that true?” Trevor asks you, a devastated look glazing over his eyes as you slowly nodded. He gives Draco one more pointed look, bumping shoulders with him before he stalked off into the Great Hall in a rush, everyone scattering around to go inside as well now that the show was over.
Draco turned to peer down at you, fury draining from his body as he admired you. He cupped your cheek, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on the opposite side of your face before whispering hotly into your ear.
“If he tries anything with you again, let me know and I swear I’ll deal with him,” he pulls back from you, smiling at you innocently. “I’ll see you later, darling.”
And with that, he sends you a wink, turning around to saunter over to his eager minions while your friends immediately rush towards you with a million questions that you would inevitably have to answer. This was not at all how you expected the day to turn out, not in the slightest.
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hello, could you do a poly!slytherin gang x fem!reader reader where they all simply tease the shit out of her and edge her with cockwarming? i’m such a whore for slytherins JDHDH anyways, thanks for considering <3
tease | poly!slytherin gang x reader
pairing: reader x draco malfoy, pansy parkinson, theo nott, blaise zabini
warnings/content: smut (18+), group sex kind of, dom/sub themes, degradation, cockwarming, teasing, punishment mentioned oral sex (male receiving)
a/n: first smut in months!! hope it's okay!
Theo had always had a soft spot for you. Your pretty begging made him weak at the knees, your whimpers and pleas always made him want to cave in and give you whatever you desired. It was probably the exact reason Draco had suggested that Theo be the one to punish you for acting out in class earlier that day. He loved to watch the two of you squirm.
Your arms wrapped around Theo’s neck, your head buried in his chest as Blaise stroked at your hair, his face leaning in to whisper against your ear.
“That’s nearly twenty minutes, bunny,” Blaise murmured, his lips then proceeding to leave teasing kisses along your jaw and neck - like ghosts, barely there, but enough to make your core clench around Theo’s cock.
Theo’s large hands gripped your hips tighter, as if to warn you. You caught sight of him biting his lip as he threw his head back, leaning it on the edge of the couch.
“Please,” you whimpered, clenching your eyes shut. “Please, please let me move.”
“I don’t think you’re sorry enough yet,” Pansy hissed, delivering a smack to your ass that caused you to yelp and nearly jump on Theo. “You think it was funny flirting with Granger in front of all of us?”
“I - I was asking for help,” you attempted to defend yourself for the hundredth time, your voice wrecked from the throat-fucking Draco had given you about half an hour ago. “I don’t - I don’t fancy Granger.”
“Yeah?” Draco murmured from where he sat beside Theo, his large hand reaching up to grab your jaw, steering it to face you. “Who do you fancy then, Y/N?”
“You,” You breathed honestly, eyes bleary as you slipped further and further into your subspace. “Only you four. Nobody else.”
“I think she deserves to move,” Theo attempted.
“Shut it, Theo, you just wanna get your dick wet,” Pansy growled, then snatched your face away from Draco so you faced her.
She pressed her mouth against yours and you hummed in satisfaction, feeling her hand palm at one of your breasts as her tongue slipped into your mouth and forcefully took over. Your legs clamped around Theo’s lap as you grew wetter and wetter. It took everything inside of you not to start grinding down against him.
“She’s dripping,” Blaise whispered and then you felt his hand dip between you and Theo so his fingers could tease your clit.
You tore away from Pansy to whine loudly. “B- Blaise! Please.”
“Desperate slut,” Draco teased, his thumb moving to tweak the nipple of the breast Pansy didn’t currently have in her mouth. “You don’t care who gets you off, do you? You just wanna cum.”
“Wanna cum,” you repeated, not really sure what you were saying anymore.
“Okay, Theo,” Draco smirked, “I think Y/N’s earned an orgasm… or four. One for every minute she stood talking to Granger instead of us.”
And whilst there was initial relief as Theo grabbed your wrists and began to pound his cock up into your cunt from beneath you, part of you dreaded the three orgasms that were to come afterwards. Probably one from each of them.
You’d be surprised if you could walk in the morning.
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