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I was wondering if you could write some Draco Malfoy smut plzz. No pressure tho and I don’t have to if u feel uncomfortable.

Jewels Worthy Of You // D.Malfoy

Summary: Draco desperately desires to see you in his riches, let me rephrase, Draco desperately desires to fuck you in his riches.

Word Count: 1.7k words

Warnings: smut, dom!draco x sub!reader, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, praise kink. It's been a while so I'm sorry for the shockingly bad ending and the quality.

Spending Christmas at Malfoy Manor wasn't something you ever thought you'd do willingly. But after dating the youngest member of the family for two years, you jumped at the offer his mother presented to you in a letter.

You had spent most of the first week in Diagon Alley with Narsicca, shopping for Christmas presents, though the two of you often got side-tracked and bought more for yourselves than any others.

You had been dating Draco for two years, you knew what it meant to be spoiled but standing in front of your pile from both the Diagon Alley trip and Christmas presents from both yours and Dracos' family -- you wondered if it would all fit into your room at home.

Yet Draco's room still dwarfed your gifts, it seemingly dwarfed everything. Nonetheless, standing before the pile still felt daunting. As you placed a finger on your chin, pulling you against a familiarly cold, bare chest. “Darling, stop worrying. You can always leave some of the stuff here,”

You hummed, leaning back against him and fluttering your eyes closed before whispering, “Maybe you’re right — I need the incentive to come back,”

Draco dipped his head into your neck, nipping at your neck in a playful bite. “Careful, lovely,”

You could only giggle in response, “Calm down, handsome. It was only a joke.” You spun around in his grip, throwing your arms over his neck before leaning forward once more.

However, something else caught Draco's eyes and he slipped out of your grip, walking to your pile -- specifically the necklace case at the very top, one of the many gifts he had bought your that day.

Slowly, he turned around, opening it with a satisfactory click. "Turn around lovely," Hesitantly, you did as you were told. Shivering as Draco's cool fingers brushed against your neck, pulling your hair to the side.

You collected the strands for him, head naturally tilting downward to look at the thick band of silver and jewels that you could never name. Draco gave a satisfied hum when he managed to contrive the little clasp holding it all together.

The metal was cool against your skin, bare because of the vest you were supposed to be wearing for bed. There were two bands of jewels, separated by thin silver -- the second fanning out like feathers, pointing towards your mounds.

He placed his hand onto your hips, slowly turning you around for him to marvel. "Fucking hell -- I knew it would look beautiful on you," His thin lips caught between his teeth as his grey eyes caught onto your breasts -- which had pebbled visibly through your thin shirt. "But I know how to make you look better,"

Before you could keep track of his hands, they were tugging harshly at the hem of your vest -- you didn't even think, working with him by lifting your arms as the thin material brushed over your torso, breasts, then restricting your eyesight for a moment before it fell to the ground.

When you opened your eyes again, Draco's bottom lip was caught between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed together in the centre of his forehead and eyes unyielding from your newly exposed skin.

On the way down, his cool fingers ran along your cheekbone, jaw, collar bone, jewelled necklace before dipping down to your tits.

Despite goosebumps rising against your soft skin, you kept your composure, sucking your breath in and keeping it stored in your lungs -- though that dam fell when his barely-there fingertip circled your nipple, both perking up as your spine arched forward, following his touch.

"Patience princess," he muttered, though now you expected the words, able to refrain from grumbled unlike when you first got together.

He studied you for another second before walking away once more, your legs keeping you rooted to the ground despite your desperation to follow.

He rooted through your gifts once again before turning around with a large cluster in his larger hands -- you remained in silence as he worked.

He placed bracelets on your wrists, anklets lower and rings adored your fingers, circular diamonds drooped from your ears and finally, Draco stilled.

He stood behind you, turning you once again with the same grip on your hip to face the mirror in his room, one he had placed to face his bed. You had initially made fun of him for that positioning, questioning whether he looked in it when having a wank.

But now, as you stood in only your panties, looking into Draco's eyes through the mirror and seeing them hooded and running along your frame, you began to understand. You could watch, in your lethargic lust filled manner as Draco's veiny hand, splayed over your torso, and moved downward, fingers resting into the band of your underwear, one you already knew had a slick patch forming.

"Draco," You mumbled as your head fell back onto his shoulder. The man paused his hands, pushing them back onto your hips before he took a step backwards.

With his connected grip, he guided you back towards the bed and in your submissive state, you followed. Like putty, he was able to mould your limps

In the end, you were on your hands and knees, unsurprisingly. On his bed so that your joints wouldn’t have to battle the unforgiving, cold flooring. He had even placed a fur blanket over his bedspread.

You couldn’t entirely see but when you tilted your head as far to the left as you could, you could see Draco kneeling behind you — you weren’t sure if he was as comfortable as you but the blown-out pupils and hyper fixation on your reflection told you that he didn’t care.

Using the mirror as a guide, he placed his long fingers along your chin and guided your attention back to the mirror where you could watch the both of you.

Though Draco should have been the thing grabbing your attention, with the planes of pale skin stretched along with his handsome, subtle muscles, platinum hair dropping in clumps in front of his eyes — but you sparkled, literally.

The brackets along your wrists were beginning to heat up and the necklace stopped down to point towards the bed, you could just see the spark of light from your ankle and one along your thigh. Each of these points created a perfect path for the eye over your curves — Draco sure had the vision.

The first touch came as a surprise. You had been so enamoured, that you didn’t notice that Draco had slipped your panties down to your knees, giving him access to run his fingers through your outer lips, opening you up entirely to him.

“You look fucking gorgeous, don’t you?” Draco questioned, but he knew the answer, and from the smirk, you saw on his lips, you knew that also. He repeated his long, slow line over your glistening folds and you shuddered.

“Fuck, Dray,” Your shoulders drooped and your forehead rested against the fur comforter and Draco tutted,

“I haven’t even started yet darling, stay up,” Slowly, your muscles comply. “I-I need to… oh fuck it,” Draco muttered to himself before positioning his knees and his hands disappeared from what you can see in the reflection — you could only assume that he was working on his belt.

“I was going to prep you, but god I cannot hold back any longer — and from the looks of it neither can you,” Draco continued to tease, even when his face looked so desperate. He flung his belt aside and ripped his trousers down, tip nudging against your clit.

Instinctively, your thighs clenched together, trying to add to the friction he was providing, “Please, fuck me, please, please,” You begged, eyes fluttering closed but then you remembered the sight that would await you and you peeled your lids open once more.

There was a smile on Draco’s lips and he met your eyes in the mirror before he pushed his hips forward, stretching you out around his cock. He didn’t stop, not anymore, not until his entire dick was covered in you. Together, you moaned.

“Imagine,” Draco began as he moved his hips backwards, grabbing onto yours, “One day, you’ll sleep in this bed every day, one day you’ll dress like this every day, one day I’ll fuck you like this every day,” With each listing, he dealt a harsh thrust forward, and each time you mewed and moaned, mouth creasing into an ‘o’ and your eyes fought to remain on Draco’s face.

His eyebrows were creased and his eyes glazed over, as though he was imagining that. “Mrs Y/N Malfoy.” He moaned as his hips suddenly picked up the pace, now becoming relentless. His soft cock skin dragged along your even softer walls causing bubbles of pleasure but before they could pop fully, Draco repeated the stimulation so they never truly dissipated — he knew what he was doing because it made your walls clench and your fists tighten around the sheet.

The metal had turned warm long ago and the only reminder of it was the weight but when you looked at Draco’s eyes, you realised how his eyes would jump between each of them so, though it strained your back, you peeled yourself further upward, thrusting your chest outward and adding your breasts to the view of the necklace. From that angle, you felt a whole wave of pleasure, one that was enough to push you just to the precepts of orgasm.

“Good, fucking, Merlin, Draco, please, so - so close,” You spoke, brokenly, just how your mind felt as he continued, sweat beading on his brow, enough for you to notice in the reflection.

“Alright, alright,” He muttered faux annoyance littered on his tone as he placed his hand on your shoulder blades, telling you to relax, “I’m right there to, let go, let go for me, darling,”

The words tipped you over and the pleasure was all-consuming. It filled each of your limbs in a buzz, making each of them heavy as you felt yourself be placed on the fur, the stimulation of the soft flakes against your skin added to the bubbling zaps through your blood.

Though your ears felt as though they were filled with cotton and someone was pulling your eyelids closed for each blink, you could have sworn you heard, “Mrs Malfoy,” Moaned before sticky, hotness shot inside of you, making you feel the best kind of unclean.

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