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slytherinslut0 · 6 months
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MATTHEO RIDDLE ONESHOT- We Aren’t Over
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Info: FWB gets jealous seeing you kiss another guy at a party after the two of you had called things off.
Word count: 4.5k
Tags: 18+, PURE SMUT, PIV, FWB, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Begging, Teasing, Jealousy, Threats of Violence, Good Sex
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"You look so fucking sexy..."
large hands belonging to an admittedly handsome Ravenclaw student that you failed to acquire the name of gripped your hips; firmly pulling you against his tall body as his lips grazed your ear, hot whiskey breath washing over you, intoxicating you even further than you already were.
One hand slid around to your ass, gripping a palmful of the plump flesh over the fabric of your Slytherin uniform skirt. Your breath hitched in your throat as he nipped your earlobe, teeth tugging gently on your emerald earring, his voice a low reverberation down your spine.
"I'd love to rip that awful fucking uniform off of you and get a taste of what you're hiding under there..."
Your cheeks burned, warmth flooding you as you chewed on your lip, bringing your mouth toward his own ear now as the two of you could hardly hear yourselves think amidst the blaring music coming from the speakers in the out-of-control Friday night Slytherin party, green flashing lights blurring your vision further than the alcohol was as you squinted to try and get a better glimpse of his face.
In your intoxicated state, you couldn't recognize this guy for the life of you. The only thing that gave away his Ravenclaw status was his uniform.
"I'd be careful with your next words there, little Raven," you purred, your unsteady fingers finding his shoulders. "I promise you, you'll regret coming into my house and disrespecting my emblem like that..."
Gods, you were fucking hammered, but since you and your friends-with-benefits had called things off last weekend; you'd been desperate to find someone new to hopefully satisfy you just as well as he did--but admittedly, your hopes were low.
Not many boys knew your body like the back of their hand, or knew exactly how to drive you sexually insane, the way Mattheo fucking Riddle did.
"Is that so?" His grip on your body tightened, a deep groan leaving his throat as he pressed his lips to your jaw. "I'm not quite sure a poor little serpent like you is any match for a big bad raven like me..."
"You'd be surprised," you retorted, slowly threading your fingers through his thick brown hair. "It's been proven that even the most intelligent birds couldn't elude the cunning serpent's snare..." you tilted your head, smirking. "But go on, underestimate me...that'll be fun."
His eyes widened, the darkness inside his pupils boring into you, drowning you in their endless voids. Your stomach twisted as your sight locked in with his, and you took a moment to analyze his features a little better. Gods, he looked so fucking much like Mattheo.
Why was it that you could never seem to get that fucking guy out of your head?
You were convinced that you were going to die one day with his gorgeous fucking face still haunting you--those dark penetrating eyes, that devilish, seductive smirk--that messy mop of chocolate curls that sat effortlessly adorable over his forehead. Fuck, you hated him.
You hated him for fucking you so good you couldn't stop fucking thinking about him; even after the endless bickering and arguing the two of you had been going through over the last few weeks, causing a consensual end to your hookups--you hated him for occupying your mind even while you were pressed up against an undeniably sexy new guy, who clearly had a deep interest in you, who clearly wanted to fuck you until your legs gave out.
You should be happy right now, you should be overly fucking ecstatic, practically brimming with relief as the Ravenclaw guy leaned in, pressing his lips to yours and capturing your mouth in a sloppy, intoxicated kiss; his tongue slipping past your teeth as his hands gripped your ass with enough force to bruise--you should be completely fucking overjoyed as your lids fluttered shut, your mouths working over the others with a little too much desperation as you stood in the middle of the crowded common room, fervent fingers gripping onto each other as though your lives depended on it.
You should be happy, but you're not.
When you broke the kiss, the Ravenclaws brows furrowed, but before he had a chance to ask you to his dorm, and in a hopeful attempt at subtly saving yourself, you brought your lips toward his ear, trying to sound as sexy and inconspicuous as possible. "Why don't you get us some drinks?"
When he smirked, nodding in agreement, he graced your ass with one last squeeze before he spun around, making his way across the room and heading toward the bar station. You watched him as he went, and as soon as he had disappeared within the sea of inebriated bodies; you let out a long, exasperated breath; spinning on your heel to quickly make your way to the bathroom and away from that spot before he returned.
Sure, you felt bad for ditching him like that, but he was just as drunk as you were. He'd forget you even existed by the morning.
As you shoved your way through the endless amounts of drunk, sweaty bodies, you'd almost successfully broke through the crowd when a strong, firm grip wrapped around your wrist; hot breath washing over your neck as a tall body pressed against your backside--a height so towering and presence so intoxicating you already knew, without hearing his voice or seeing his face, that it could only be one fucking man.
"Where you headed, princess?" Mattheo's deep, husky drawl rolled through your eardrums like honey; a slow, thick, and admittedly fucking seductive pitch. "You're not really going to ditch that poor bastard after getting him going like that, are you?"
You turned your head, trying to glimpse him over your shoulder, fighting to hide your smirk. "I don't see how that's any of your business, Riddle."
"Ouch...one week without my cock and we're already back to second name basis, huh?" His grip tightened, his body heat enveloping you, his plush lips pressed tight against your ear. "I'm just surprised...you looked like you were enjoying yourself."
"Stalking me, are you?" You scoffed, trying to pry your wrist from his hold but he tightened his grip even further, other hand snaking around to your hip. "Is the big heartless Riddle boy jealous?"
He chuckled, and you could almost see the smirk on his lips. The feeling of his chest rumbling against your back did inexplicable things to your cunt. Gods, you hated how you were already fucking melting for him and you haven't even taken one single look at his face.
"Were you thinking about me?" He purred, teeth nipping at your ear, the arrogance in his tone igniting flames in your veins. "When his tongue was halfway down your fucking throat, were you wishing it was mine?"
"Give me a break, Mattheo." Your head was spinning, oxygen evaporating; but you knew you needed to play it off. "Don't fucking flatter yourself."
"You know you love the things I fucking did to you..." by this point his voice was a low growl, his tone so deep and dark in your ear it sent shudders skittering down your spine. "You know you'll search for me in every single sad sack you try to distract yourself with."
Heat flashed your face, his fingers digging into your hip with enough force to bruise. "Jealous of a Ravenclaw...must be a tough pill to swallow for the Slytherin prince-"
When his teeth sunk into your earlobe with enough force to basically tell you to shut up without actually saying it, you yelped--eyes fluttering shut as he tugged you back against him with added force.
"Keep talking, princess, and I won't hesitate to walk over there and rearrange his fucking face..." he spat the words through barred teeth, your bones shaking with the deep vibration. "Do you even know his name? Huh? Do you even know who the fuck he is?"
Gods, you were cursing yourself. As if you were about to fold for this man after he'd basically told you to fuck off and leave him alone no less than a week ago. Your brain knew, above all else, that what you were about to do was completely fucking wrong--but your cunt paid no mind to your brains protests. Your cunt wanted Mattheo Riddle.
"No, Matty, I don't..." you whispered, tilting your head to give him better access to you neck. "Lots of night left, though...I'm sure I'll be quite familiar with it when I'm screaming-"
He sunk his teeth into your neck now, forcing a sharp squeal from your lips--another commanding gesture to silently warn you that if you kept talking, he was going to fucking lose it. Part of you hoped he would.
"What have I told you about saying my fucking name like that, princess..." he growled, licking a flat strip up the side of your throat. Fuck, you loved that tongue. That skilled, tentative fucking tongue. "And if you keep talking like that, the only thing you'll be screaming is for me to stop when I'm beating his fucking face into the floor..."
His words made you fucking shudder, a full body tremor against his built chest, entirely unable to control yourself now. The need between your thighs was becoming more insistent by the second, and at this point--you were at a complete loss for words; your lips involuntarily uttering the one word you knew you'd never forget how to say, regardless of how speechless you were.
His name. "Mattheo..."
"There she is..." he murmured, the praise in his tone making your breath hitch in your lungs. "Aren't you glad you met me? I know you got me stuck inside your memory..."
Long fingers slipped under the fabric of your shirt, grazing over your stomach. Bodies were everywhere, drunk students around you paying absolutely no mind to the intoxicated sins the two of you were about to commit.
"No," you uttered, so quiet you weren't even sure if he'd heard it. "I want you out of my fucking head..."
He purred in satisfaction, revelling in the fact you'd finally admitted to missing him. "Should've listened to me, princess...told you I was bad for you..."
More heat swarmed you, your thighs screaming; begging in need. "We can't keep doing this...it's so wrong, Matty..."
"But it feels so right, doesn't it?" His hand around your wrist snuck down to your hip, his other pressed against your stomach; pulling you tighter against his crotch--your breath evaporated when you felt his aggressive bulge against your ass. "Feel that, princess? That's what you fucking do to me..."
He pressed his lips to your pulse, teeth softly grazing over it, and you mewled; head falling back against his shoulder, body melting into his own--surrendering yourself to his intoxicating dominance just as you've done time and time before.
"I hate myself for letting you do this to me..." you breathed, head rolling to the side as his teeth worked purple possession marks into your skin. "I'm so stupid for you..."
"That's it, admit it, baby...admit that you missed this..." his grip tightened, tone thickened with lust. "You're my little devil, you know I'd sin for you..."
At his words, your entire body ignited into pure fucking flame, magma replacing the blood that flowed through your veins; threatening to melt your uniform and leaving you in nothing more than a pile of ash at his feet. You were done talking, you needed his fucking cock.
"Are we gonna quit the talking and do something about it then, hm?" You purred, tilting your head back to meet his eyes for the first time; your head spinning as you drowned in the dark hurricane of their desire. "Show me how you'd sin for me, Matty..."
"I'll show you, baby, I'll fucking show you..." he said, wetting his lips as he held your stare. "Your dorm or mine?"
Music to your fucking ears. "Yours."
Without another word, Mattheo gripped your wrist, his hold like a snake, slithering around you gently at first; slowly increasing its pressure until he'd cut the blood flow, threatening suffocation of your lungs and leaving you with only hungry, primal desire--eradicating all thoughts of just how horrible of an idea you knew this was. He dragged you out of the common room and toward his dorm, not sparing you a single glance as he ripped open the door and pulled you inside; slamming your back up against it as it closed, one hand snaking toward the lock and clicking it tight into place.
When he paused, two hands finding residence against the wood on either side of your head; not moving, only staring, it was as though the rest of the world faded away--and all that was left was the cunning, messy brown haired boy in front of you. His presence filled the room, suffocating you, stopping your heart mid-beat. He loomed over you, toes centimeters from your own, chest so close that you both would touch with a deep enough breath.
You scanned his body, heart pounding, palms sweating from the impending reality of your desire, and he smirked, leaning closer.
"I don't think I can allow another man to lay a fucking finger on you ever again..." he whispered. "I don't think that perfect fucking pussy can belong to anyone fucking else."
"Since when did it belong to you, Matty?" You shuddered, deciding to test him a bit. "I thought we were just casual-"
"You think anyone else could fuck you stupid like I do?" You could practically feel his fingernails digging into the wood beside your head, the anger building in his eyes. "How about your exes? How'd they fuck you, huh?"
Your throat tightened. "Mattheo-"
"Say it." He growled, leaning closer--so close your noses brushed. "You want me to make you fucking cum, princess? Say that little pussy is mine."
Gods, curse your fucking insatiable need to get fucked. At this point, you were fully cognizant of the fact that this man could make you say damned-near anything if it meant he'd get inside you. Swallowing your ego, you met his stare--as intense as it had ever felt--and licked your lips.
"It's yours, Matty..." you murmured. "It's all yours."
Mattheo Riddle smirked. "That's fucking right."
Unable to decide between indignant and patronized, you eschewed both, and instead opted to hook your fingers into his belt, pulling yourself into him while you boosted yourself on your tiptoes to meet his lips with your own. Your kiss was hungry and demanding as you sought to memorize his mouth with your tongue. Mattheo's large hands cupped your face, fingers delving into your hair while he pressed into you, forcing you back tighter against the door.
You groaned against his lips, writhing underneath him while you slid your tongue along his teeth, seeking to know every part of him, needing him to want you--to fucking need you like you needed him. Mattheo drew in a breath through his nose and pushed deeper, like he wanted to fuse you with the door, and your hands shot into his hair, a shiver running through you as you felt how soft, how luxurious it was between your fingers.
Another soft groan rumbled in your chest, and--having distant, fuzzy deja vu of the countless encounters prior--you wrapped the curly tendrils of his hair around your fingers and yanked it.
At that, a deep moan left his throat, and he pulled back, waves of harsh breath crashing over him. His blackened eyes darted across your face, switching between your lips and eyes. "Fucking naughty little thing..." he huffed, smirking.
"For you, always," you murmured, and he groaned, wetting his lips as he leaned closer.
"Fuck-that's right...I love it when you're bad...you only act this way for me, huh?" His voice was a low purr, warm breath crashing your face. "That why you didn't fuck him? That why you ran?"
Chewing your lip, you nodded, and tugged his hair again, bringing him to your mouth once more.
He smirked against you and his hands fell to your hips, roaming the swell of your curves before gripping the underside of your thighs and hiking you onto the door. Immediately, the aching length in his pants ground into your center while his tongue fought its way into your mouth. Without you having to think, your legs circled him, and your hips were grinding back, pursuing any friction and heat you could find.
You peeled away to catch a breath, hands resting in his hair, and his lips went to work on your neck, suckling and nibbling the skin there.
"Matty...please..." you murmured, already begging for something, anything. "I need you."
Snuffing a groan, Mattheos grip bruised your hips as he bucked into you, grinding you against the door.
"You want me to fuck you, slut?" he said, breath hot on your neck. "Didn't get enough of my cock last time?"
"No-fuck-I didn't," you mewled, a slight embarrassment washing over you. "It's never enough."
Mattheo growled, his grip hardening to iron, and he licked a warm, wet line along your pulse. "That's right...that's what I like to hear..."
Sinking his teeth into your neck, he pushed off the door, walking over toward his bed as he held you against his chest. You watched the door get further and further away, lust building and growing in your chest as he nipped your jawline before grazing his lips over yours again, softly and briefly as he reached the edge of his mattress and laid you back against it.
When you hit the bed, he kept his mouth on yours while his hands left your waist; fervent fingers finding the fabric of your button up blouse and untucking it from your skirt, cold hands slipping underneath and groping your tits through your bra--a deep groan leaving his chest as you bucked your hips up against his crotch; wanting him closer, needing him closer.
His hands slid back down, finding the hem of your skirt and flipping it up your stomach, wasting zero fucking time before he hooked his thumbs around the band of your thong and peeled them down your thighs. The minute you were exposed, you heard the clatter of his belt buckle hitting the floor, and your pussy throbbed.
"Matty..."
Mattheo chuckled, the weight of his stare resting on your naked pussy; wallowing in your clear desperation for him.
"Look at you," he murmured. "So fucking wet." He released a long breath--he was testing his own patience, now. "This perfect body can't help but to crave me..."
You groaned as he teased your inner thigh with one hand, the other working to peel his shirt off his torso in one swift movement--exposing his hard, firm fucking abs and leaving him looming before you in just black briefs--looking as delicious and sexy as you've ever goddamn seen him.
As his long fingers ghosted over your folds, you arched, groaning when he brushed past it toward the inside of your other thigh; squirming in slight frustration, admittedly the teasing was absolutely getting to you now.
"Mattheo, I swear to-"
A firm, sharp smack to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh stopped the words in your throat; your stomach twisted as you watched Mattheo's eyes darken and lips curl sadistically.
"Is that how I taught you to ask for what you want?" He sneered, wetting his lips as he met your pleading eyes. "You know what I want to hear, princess."
You winced, swallowing your pride furthermore, until it was eroding in your stomach acid. "Please, Matty...please make me cum..."
His lips parted. "Good girl.”
His hum of approval was followed by the warm kiss of his fingertips along the sensitive lips of your pussy, feathersoft at first, and then one thick finger slipped between your folds, gliding between them, slicking itself with your wetness and grazing the swollen nub of your clit. That did it--blinded with relief, you cracked, moaning deep in your chest. Blood flushed your face, tingling your cheeks.
"You like that?" He brushed the bundle of nerves again, earning another shuddered groan. "You like the way I touch you? The way that pretty pussy responds to me?"
"Yes...Gods, yes..." you replied, the sentence coming without thought.
"That's right..." his free hand wrapped around the back of your thigh, tugging you closer to the edge of the bed, fingers swirling around your clit in tight circles, and you gasped, your mouth dropping in bliss, your rapid panting filling the steamy air.
"Fuck you're so sexy, my dirty little whore in her short little uniform skirt..." a stifled groan cut through his throat, and you shot a glance at him; one hand rubbing his strained erection through his boxers. "It took everything I had not to bend you over the fucking desk in class all week...fuck you know how to test me..."
You cried out, your pussy clenching, craving to be filled by him. "Matty, fuck-please..."
"Please what?" He growled.
Gods, curse him--curse him to bloody hell. You couldn't fucking handle this anymore. You knew he was punishing you, making you fucking beg and shatter and cry for it after what you'd done; and the way his fingers stroked your clit had you spasming, jerking--so close to cumming, you just wanted him inside you.
"Please." You banished all pride and ego and fucking common sense to the perimeter of your mind. Asylum. Just this once. "Please, fuck me...please."
"Tell me I'm the only one." He hissed, slipping a finger inside your wet, throbbing core; your back arching off the mattress as his thumb increased its pace on your clit. "Tell me you'll never let another man put his fucking hands on what's mine."
A cyclone was roaring in your brain, tearing apart coherent trains of thought with primitive, physical clamoring. Your response was pieced together by the efforts of your need for release alone.
"Fuck-no, never, Matty...I'm yours...all fucking yours..."
He was staring at you, face blank, surveying you while you twitched and jerked underneath his ministrations. His focus switched between your pussy--desperately throbbing and melting against his touch--and your red, sweating face, jaw slack from your haze of pleasure. You chewed your lip--it was bruised by now, certainly--clenching hard, and he groaned, pulling his boxers down to let his thick, needy cock spring free.
"Cum for me, slut." He ordered. "Cum for me right fucking now."
As if controlled by a remote in his hands, a tidal wave of euphoria slammed into you, walls pulsing, body wracked with the convulsions of an aggressively pent up orgasm, vision whiting out as you threw your head back, a loud string of unintelligible curses flying from you. Mattheo hummed, hand working you to the end of your orgasm as his free one slowly stroked his cock, watching every tiny ministration of your face with an exasperated expression until he was certain you were past it.
And when he was, he wasted no fucking time before he gripped your ankles in his hands, staring down at you as he began to rock his hips; his hard, throbbing dick sliding between your slit.
"Tell me you want it," he purred. "Beg for it."
You groaned. "Please, I want it Matty…I want you so fucking bad."
With a goddamn suffocatingly arrogant and devilish grin, he braced himself as he sunk into your pussy; your wet walls swallowing his cock with ease as you let loose a long, satisfied moan--Mattheo sucked a breath in through his bared teeth as sheathed himself all the way inside your cunt, pausing there to feel you clench and adjust around him.
"So fuckin' tight..." he groaned, head bowing. "Fuck you feel so good around me."
Your eyes squeezed shut, your fingers finding Mattheo's hands until he gathered both of your wrists and pinned them above your head with just one of his, leaning over you to fuck you deep and hard as his free hand snuck down to your clit. Throttled cries of pleasure were leaking from you, your conscious slipping from reality as he pummelled your pussy like you deserved the pain.
"Fuck, yes," you practically screamed. "You fuck me so good Matty...so deep, fuck-" 
A deep snarl roared from Mattheo's chest, his grip on your wrists tightening while he fucked you deeper, harder, your body rocking from the power of his thrusts. You could feel his ragged breath on your face, knew without seeing him that he was above you, lips parted, pupils blown.
"Look at me," he growled. "Let me see those eyes as you fucking cum for me."
Groaning, you obeyed, lids fluttering open to meet his gaze. Mattheo was possessed, looking past you, through you, panting with every snap of his hips. You lost yourself in his stare, the rest of the room falling away, and his fingers moved faster over your clit, bringing you to that precipice once more. Little choked moans left you while your jaw hung slack, his cock pounding into you--then his fingers hit just the right spot, and the massive, asphyxiating pressure inside of you imploded. Mattheo watched you, not even blinking once.
You thought you kept your eyes open, but you weren't sure, because you whited out, spasming and convulsing as your orgasm wracked your every cell, your every nerve, taking you to a height you'd never been to, never thought existed. Distantly, you were aware of your cunt drawing out Mattheo's climax as he cursed and dug his teeth into your shoulder, fucking you harder as he spilled himself deep inside of you.
You hadn't realized what had happened until your spirit returned to your body and you felt the burn of hot, wet tears streaming down your cheeks--evidence of your relief--followed by Mattheo collapsing on top of you, cock buried still inside your pussy, and both of you drank in lungfuls of air, starved for it, your brains fuzzy with the static of euphoria. You both laid there for a moment, rapt in the descent back to reality, until he pushed himself up and pulled out, holding you firmly in his stare again.
As he began to piece his clothes back together, you gathered your composure, pulling yourself up and off his bed, fixing yourself back to some form of decency. As you swallowed, watching Mattheo latch up his belt, he met your eyes again; the dark lust slowly fading, being replaced by an unspoken emotion you couldn't attempt to name.
"This isn't over." He breathed, moving back toward you. "We aren't over."
When your lungs hitched, you nodded, admitting to yourself that you already fucking knew you couldn't live without that. Without him.
"No," you whispered. "We aren't."
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august126 · 6 months
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enemies with benefits
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draco malfoy x female weasley reader
warnings: Hate Sex,Nicknames,Rivals With Benefits,Name-Calling,Insults,Nipple Play, and Nipple Licking
a/n:This is my first attempt at fanfiction so please be kind.and I tried with my grammar so  be gentle.
"Oh fuck, yes! y/n feet were lanted on the mattress next to Draco's hips, leaning back so his cock would slide all the way down to the base, press all the way to the back of her cunt.
She rode him so hard, arms wrapped around his neck for leverage, bucking against him almost violently.
Throat and cheeks red, sweat beading between her tits, sweet sounds spilling from her lips — Gods, it was like she was using him.
“That’s it, Red, take what you need,” Draco groaned, leaning forward mouthing her cute tits, swirling his tongue around one nipple and then switching the other.
“Stop calling — oh fuck, just like that, Malfoy! Damn it, stop calling me Red !”
Draco released her nipple with a wet pop, pretty pink and shining with his spit.
“Hm, what would you prefer then? Bitch? Whore? Slut?”
“Fuck you, Malfoy!” she spat, nails sharp against his skin as she ground down on his cock viciously.
“You already are, Red,” Draco drawled, feeling her pussy squeeze around him.
 She never commented on the nickname, but her body couldn’t lie to him.
“You’re dripping all over me, Red. You wanted to fuck so bad, hm? Needed my cock that much?
Draco slid his hand from her waist over her mound, pressing his thumb against her clit, letting her movements brush it against his thumb.
"Oh, oh my — ngh!" She was mindless. Whines and whimpers, eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration as she smacked her ass against his thighs, riding him like a toy.
It was deliciously hot, watching her lost in lust — but annoying how she chose to ignore his taunts.
“weasley .” His voice was low and harsh as he pinched her clit lightly.
y/n squealed, her hips jumping up, pulling half his cock out of her and she glared at him.
“Malfoy, you rotten bastard!” She seethed,  “I was so close!”
“Oh, Red.” Draco pressed her hips down, forcing her to take his cock until their thighs touched. y/n was already panting, the edge in her eyes softening, her teeth plucking against the edge of her bottom lip as she started using her feet to rock back and forth against his cock. “You know better than to ignore me. That is, if you’d like to come.”
y/n froze, with her mouth parted for a moment, Draco smirking back at her.
And then she exploded, Weasley temper at full force.
“Who the hell do you think you are, Malfoy? You think just because you’re a little bit good at fucking, I have to answer you?! You aren’t shi — oh my Gods!”
Draco started fucking up into her, y/n hips automatic, meeting him thrust for thrust as she whimpered and moaned. Hot anger replaced with need as she bounced on his cock.
Draco hugged her body close, y/n wrapping her legs around his back now, as he used the give of the mattress to thrust up. Draco pressed his mouth against her neck, licking roughly and swallowing down the sweat.
“Yes, Merlin, yes, keep doing that, Draco,” her voice was light and breathy — so different from her usual tone, it was erotic in how sweet it was.
Draco groaned into her neck before using teeth, biting down just hard enough that y/n began squirming in his lap.
“Oh, oh.”
“You love that, don’t you, Red? When it’s a little rough like that?” Draco kissed the bruises he left on her neck, y/n thighs trembling against his own. She was so close, wet and fluttering around his cock.
y/n moved her hands from his neck, tangling in Draco's hair, pushing his head down back to her tits. Draco didn't fight her, kissing and sucking on her nipples, leaving them swollen and red as y/n moaned and ground down on his cock. Nasty, wet sounds echoing in the room from her dripping cunt sliding up and down his length.
“That’s it Red, fuck, squeeze around my cock just like that, love,” Draco murmured against her tits, looking up at y/n who stared back down at him, her eyes almost black with desire. “I can feel your pussy fluttering around me, so close aren’t you? Going to make a mess on my laps and ruin my sheets?”
y/n seemed to be lost for a moment, a beat filled with the sounds of wet cunt, her low moans, and squeaking mattress, until her nails dug painfully into his scalp.
She yanked his head back, glaring down at him once more, even with the haze of need and lust in her eyes. “Don’t. Call. Me. Love.”
Draco’s jaw dropped.
This witch, this fucking bitch!
A low growl spilled from Draco’s lips, bringing his hand up to one of her breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
“You are beyond infuriating, y/n!” Draco hissed before he took her other nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks, then swirling his tongue against it.
Draco saw the arrogant flash of her teeth, the same sort he remembered from his youth. Her fingers flexed in his hair once more, pressing his face into her breasts, encouraging his abuse of them as she rode on his cock. “I know, ferret. And I know how much it turns you on, too.”
Draco didn’t bother replying, instead biting down, harsh, on y/n nipple, her punishment and her reward. The witch shattering around him with a scream, her luscious cunt squeezing and milking him, until he came too with a groan.
y/n still clutched his head against her chest, both breathing deeply.
“I fucking hate that…ferret.”
y/n released his head, laughing as she leaned back. She ran her hand through her hair, pushing it back off her forehead. “Yeah? And what in Godric’s name are you going to do about it, ferret?”
Draco placed his hand between y/n legs, feather light against her clit, still sensitive. She hissed for a moment before relaxing her hips.
“I suppose I’ll need to fuck you stupid, until the only words that come out of your insolent little mouth are draco malfoy, ” he drawled, fingers circling on her clit now, y/n breath catching.
“A-are you going to keep barking, or actually do something, f-ferret?” y/n bit her lip, keeping a moan at bay and Draco almost laughed at her bravado.
“You’ve asked for it, love.”
And, cock hard once more, he thrust up into That perfect cunt.
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dreamingonfilm · 1 year
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✧˖*°࿐ Love Letters | d.m
Draco Malfoy x f!reader, fluff
Summary: In which Draco tries to find the girl who sends him love letters, unaware to the fact that it’s you.
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Draco’s fingers traced over the writing on the pink envelope once again. His mind was not able to rest as he tried to piece together who left the note on his bedside in the middle of the night. Delicately opening it once more, he reread the words inside;
Draco, 
I hope you can learn to see yourself the way that I see you, with love and acceptance. You are what makes everyday worth it. Constellations are named after you, and each day I can’t help but to be thankful for the sun breathing on you once more. You are my light.
He carefully closed the envelope and placed it inside his bag. ‘They like me.’ the boy thought to himself, ‘someone actually likes me.’ 
It’s not that the boy was a stranger when it comes to love, but never once has he been perceived as something more than what he truly is. He’s always been Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy throne, son of Lucius, and most importantly a Slytherin. For this reason, he constantly rejected any advances that came from the female students around him. While his rejections came off as rude and cold-hearted, the other students failed to see that Draco, just like everyone else around him, was human too. He was scared of being hurt by the one feeling that he craved the most. 
The walk to class was almost unbearable, he couldn’t stop thinking about the letter. He wanted to know the poet behind those beautiful words, the ones that kept repeating over and over in his head as he tried stirring potions or taking notes. You are what makes everyday worth it. He became hyper aware of his surroundings, assuming that he would know when he sees her, but he failed to realize that she was not someone that could be so easily spotted. She came exactly when you needed her to, not by desire alone.
—-
“Draco,” his friend Blaise called to him, “focus.”
“Oh, right.” Draco replied, trying to get his thoughts together as he walked back to his seat. It was the middle of the school week and his mind was only getting more crowded with the thoughts of her. As he sat back down, his friends swarmed him with questions as to what it was that he smelled in his amortentia, assuming that this would be the first step to finding her.
“I can’t describe it.” He sighed, running a hand through his platinum hair in defeat. “She has me going crazy and I don’t even know her.” 
“Well,” Pansy spoke up, “I suggest maybe moving on? I mean, if she wants to be anonymous it may be for a reason. Plus, you have hundreds of other girls that would kill to be with you, Draco. Maybe try your luck somewhere else.” She flashed him a sincere smile before going in to hold his hand, but her efforts were cut short as the boy suddenly stood up. 
“I don’t want to be with anyone unless it’s her.” He sneered, shaking his head as he turned around and started heading straight to the door. He said a hushed goodbye to his friends before exiting into the crowded hall.
Why couldn’t his friends see that he didn’t want anyone else? He didn’t care about her wealth, status, or looks, all that he wanted was someone that could love him in full. Love him in a way that can’t be tamed, a love that lives long after they do. This was something that he knew he wasn’t going to find any time soon, for as long as he was at Hogwarts he could only be Draco Malfoy.
His hopes were on her.
He walked through the hall, pushing through students that stood in his way as he asserted dominance with a ray of confidence and high ego. Students glared at him but none had the guts to say anything, this fear that Draco instilled was not one that was going to go away any time soon. It was one that he brought upon himself and now had to live with. Somewhere in between his daydreams and the crowded corridor, he felt someone bump into him. Their shoulders collided as his books fell to the floor. The stranger mumbled a quick apology before running off.
In the midst of his anger, he froze. He smelt it. That same scent that clouded him only a few minutes before. There it was, it was her, but just as quickly as he smelled it, she was gone. Only seeing her hair as she turned at the corner of the hallway. 
He quickly got up and chased after her, pushing and shoving anyone that got in his way. This was his chance, he was finally going to meet the girl that’s been making him mad, the one that he’s been dreaming of. His heart was pounding as he ran faster and faster down the hall, students staring at him in confusion as he was passing them by, quills and journals flying out of his bag –  but he didn't care, he couldn’t let her get away.
Once he turned the corner, he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sensation of defeat. His heart crushed as he stared into the empty hallway.
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Two weeks have passed since the day that Draco and her collided. He sat in his bed, holding a brand new letter. The same shade of pink as the one before, with the handwriting that he’s fallen in love with. 
“Draco, 
I’m sorry for not writing to you. I’ve been thinking of you every day, and I just can’t bear to keep dreaming of you without letting you know that I’m sorry for bumping into you in the hallway. The truth is, I’m scared, Draco.
I’m scared you aren’t going to like me for who I am. I’m scared that writing to you was a mistake. I’m scared that the only way you will ever see me is through these letters. I see you every day, why can’t you see me? 
You’re always in my heart, shining above me every night, my constellation. If we remain strangers forever, just know that I’ve never come to love someone like how I love you.”
He was getting restless. Constant possibilities of who it could be running through him, he even considered the possibility that this could be a prank, but no amount of doubt could prevent him from finding her, his hope overpowered all the fear that he had.
Draco sat up once more and started getting ready for dinner. Brushing his hair and straightening out his tie, he needed to look presentable for the off chance that he could be meeting her today. 
He headed down into the Great Hall and that’s when he saw it. A pink envelope in the hands of a girl he’s never talked to, but not just any girl, it was you.
He shouted out into the void, but he wasn’t quick enough. “Hey wait!” he called out, as you quickly grabbed your things and ran off once more. He couldn’t see you like this, it wasn’t the right time. Your face flushed red as you ran, your breathing quickening as your legs started to grow tired, but you could not let him find you. 
Draco chased after you, he was only a few feet behind but with enough determination you knew you could lose him. As you sprinted through the maze of halls, you started to grow light headed, you knew that if you didn’t stop soon you would faint. 
But it’s not the right time 
You stopped in front of a random classroom, rushing to open the door before he could catch up to you, but it was too late. He crashed into you, both of you falling to the ground with a loud thump, his hands landing on either sides of you as you laid in between him.
He finally found you. 
“Who are you?” He asked, not wasting any more time to get to know the girl who stole his heart. You stared into his eyes, feeling a frog in your throat as you mustered up the courage to finally talk to him.
“M-my name is (Y/N).” You whispered, neither of you breaking eye contact. He smiled, grabbing hold of your hands as he went to pick you both up. You were both nervous, too scared of saying the wrong things, but wanting to say them all regardless.
“(Y/N),” he repeated, looking at you with a face full of love and adoration, “I’m Draco.” 
He brushed your hair with his fingers and went to pat the dust off your shoulders. You didn’t know what to say or do, but you didn’t have to.
This was the right time.
 “Come along then (Y/N),” Draco smiled, interlocking his hand in yours before leading you back down to the Great Hall, “we have a lot of catching up to do.”
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malfoyswand · 1 year
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
pairing: draco malfoy x reader
summary: draco malfoy sneaks you into the restricted section of the hogwarts library, but gets a little distracted.
word count: 1.7k
genre: smut
warnings: descriptions of sex
author's note: i usually don't write smut so please don't judge if it's bad, i just couldn't not write this one!
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"Draco, how exactly do you plan to pull this off?"
Truthfully, you didn't know what you were thinking either. But when Draco Malfoy tells you he wants you to go with him somewhere in the middle of the night, you don't object. How could you?
"Well, darling, there's a reason I was sorted in Slytherin." Draco whispers as you were both walking towards the Hogwarts Library on the first floor. He held a key in his right hand that you could see from the light reflecting off the candle you held. 
"Do I even want to know how you managed to get that?"
All he did was chuckle slightly as he opened the door to the library for you, looking behind you to ensure no one was witnessing what they were about to do. It was absolutely prohibited for any student to be out in the corridors this time of night. It was idiotic to do this, but you come when Draco calls.
He took your free hand in his and walked you over to the back of the school's large library. You held your light up towards the ceiling, looking up until you could read the words that laid upon the wall. 
The Restricted Section.
"Wait, why are we going in here?" You didn't mean to, but your voice quivered a bit. Of course, you had seen the entrance to this section numerous times, but never dared to try to enter. Only students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts could obtain permission, but you had heard rumors from those students who had entered that the section contained books from your worst nightmare.
"Don't be scared, (Y/L/N)." Draco said quietly, using the key to carefully unlock the door. "I'll protect you." His lips were dangerously close to your ear as he held the door open for you to enter. You knew that he meant that sincerely, it sent a slight chill up your spine. 
Draco Malfoy was perhaps the most overprotective boyfriend you've ever seen, but you didn't mind. In dark times such as this, it was welcomed even. If anyone even looked at you for a second too long for his liking, he had no problem using every spell he knew to defend you. 
Despite the fact that both of you were breaking a few school rules, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight before you. The world's most fascinating books must have been contained in this section. You put your candle on a nearby table, your fingertips grazing every spine you could manage.
You finally managed to grab a book that seemed interesting, pulling it out of the bookshelf and opening it. However, your mind wasn't on the book.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Draco leaning against the door. The candlelight reflected on him beautifully, the night seemed to become him. His blond hair was a mess due to waking up in the middle of the night, but he still managed to look better than you could ever imagine.
"Misbehaving over there?" A smirk came to his face as he began to walk towards you, forcing you to turn your full attention on him. "I thought I brought you here so you could read, not admire me."
You couldn't help but laugh softly. "That's bold coming from you, Malfoy. Don't think I didn't see the way you were looking at me over there, I thought you were supposed to be guarding the door."
You turned your head back towards the book in front of you, your eyes scanning every word on the page. You knew he must have been pouting at the loss of attention.
"Oh, I couldn't help it, (Y/N)." He sighed out slightly, his fingertips gently grazing your back. "How am I supposed to do that when you're this beautiful?" 
He kissed your cheek and you could feel yourself grin, but you still paid him no mind. "Thank you, love. Let me just finish this chapter, then we can head out. I know you must be exhausted."
You really did think that. You knew Draco had a lot on his mind this year, with all of his assignments and the pressure from his family was even more apparent.
"Oh, I'm not exhausted." He whispered into your ear as he gently pressed his crotch area against you. You could feel his growing erection and his lips slowly kiss down your neck. This earned him a soft groan from you.
"But I-" You protested until you felt his soft lips kiss your collarbone, then you were just clay in his hands. "I-um.."
"What was that?" You could practically hear the grin on his face, but you were no match for the brilliant technique he had of getting what he wants. His hands, covered in several silver rings, reached for your book to place it back on its shelf. He turned your body around to face him, his face close to yours.
You could see the passion he had for you in those gray eyes of his and could feel your body burning as those eyes made his way down your body. Somehow, in the trance you were in, he had managed to position your body to sit on the table, with him standing in between your legs.
"Are you insinuating that reading one of those old books is better than something I can give you?" His lips finally crashed into yours to end his question, his hands resting on your thighs.
At this point, how could you focus on anything else but the feelings he was providing to you? Nothing else mattered except for the way his hand now made his way up your skirt, his fingertips pressing softly against your underwear. 
"Draco, please-" He knew how to get what he wanted, didn't he?
"You didn't answer the question, (Y/N)." He pulled away from the kiss to look into your eyes, smirking as he enjoyed this game. "You're not getting what you want until you answer." At this point, his fingers had pushed your underwear aside. They were simply waiting for instructions from their master.
You knew what he wanted, he wanted to hear you plead. You spread your legs, lifting up your skirt to reveal your thighs even more. "Please."
That was all you had to say for him to make up his mind. He pressed you back into the bookshelves, two of his fingers finding their way to enter your folds. You couldn't hold back the gasp as you leaned your head back against the bookshelf.
"Be quiet, darling. Remember, we're not supposed to be here." He whispered into your ear as his body was practically pressed against yours. You nodded, although you knew that would be a hard task. Draco knew his way around your body very well, he knew how to pleasure you.
His two fingers began to pump themselves in and out at a slow pace, which you were thankful for. Any faster and you knew you would finish all too soon. You held a hand over your mouth, attempting to silence the sounds that threatened to come out. 
"You're already wet for me, aren't you? You pretend you're some sort of good girl, but I know what you are. You love it when Draco Malfoy can give you pleasure no one else could." He teased you slightly with a wide grin, as if he was proud of what he had achieved. 
He took his fingers out of you, causing you to whimper slightly. He raised his eyebrow at that, placing one of his fingers over his lips for you to remain quiet. Your eyes went down to his crotch area as he took off his belt, pulling down his pants.
This is a sight you would never get tired of. The image of him pulling your hips closer, waiting for him to make you his once more. The image of him biting his bottom lip as he enters you, staring into your eyes as to show that he loved you.
"Oh.." You let out almost a breath of relief as you finally can feel his hardness slide into you. "Please keep going." To hell with the silence rule. The professors can punish you all they want, it would be worth it just for this moment.
Draco chuckles as he looks at you, fighting back moans of his own. His hips push further until they touch yours, as he slides himself completely inside. 
"(Y/N)." That was all your lover had to say to let you know what he was thinking. You knew from all the times you had made love that he loved connecting with you in such an intimate way. Beyond the pleasures of teasing you, he loved nothing more than feeling you let him inside.
As if a switch had happened, he wasted no time. He thrusted himself in and out at a pace he knew you craved. It was at a slower pace, but rough and needy at the same time. His lips went to your ear, whispering into it.
"That's my girl, you take it so well. God, I love how you feel."
You could never get enough of his words for desire specifically for you. You were always grateful you landed a boyfriend who wasn't afraid to tell you how he felt. Your head was buried into his neck, but it still wasn't enough to silence the sounds his hardness was causing you to feel. The length and girth seemed to fit you perfectly, as if it belonged inside of you.
"Draco, if you-" You began to moan out, but he shook his head to silence you.
"Say it again." He had a wide grin on his face once again, continuing his thrusts. You felt one of his hands make its way between your thighs, his thumb slowly caressing your clit.
"Draco?" You questioned, before you began to feel what he was doing. This man was going to drive you crazy. 
You leaned your head back, the feeling of his hardness and thumb was too much to bear. Finally, you felt your legs shake as you kept repeating his name, closing your eyes as your orgasm arrived. It wasn't long before you felt him finish as well, moaning your name into your neck. He stepped closer to rest in your arms as you both breathed slowly. His skin seemed to glow in the dark with sweat, only reflected by the candle that still burned beside you. Your fingers ran through his hair as you kissed his forehead.
"I love you." You heard him whisper as he grinned. "You can get back to your little books now, but no promises this won't happen again."
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earlgreydream · 8 months
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Can you do one where draco catches the reader trying to pleasure thereself and it isn't working very well so he helps? Please
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when presented with a night all to yourself, all your roommates gone on holiday, you decided on a bit of much-needed self care.
anticipation made your fingers twitch as you hurried back to your room after finishing the day’s commitments, excited to finally have some alone time.
your clothes were shed quickly, tossed halfhazardly into a basket at the end of the bed, unwilling to take the time to hang them back up and line your shoes up beside the door.
without any hesitation, you sank down onto the bed, on top of the dark green comforter. it was smooth against your bare skin, cool from being untouched all day — sending chills down your arms and legs.
your eyes fell closed as you rested back against the pillows, exhaling the stress of the day. your fingers drifted downward, slowly trailing along your sternum and the curve of your belly, down between your thighs.
you were already wet from an entire day of anticipation, knowing this is what you’d come home to. your fingertips delicately slipped between drenched folds, touching the soft, velvety skin. your other hand rose to your chest, playing with your nipples, rolling and tugging until you were practically grinding into your own palm. the throbbing soreness was briefly soothed as your fingers pressed inside, curling forward. it only took a few moments before the ache was back, your fingers not quite reaching deep enough to satisfy the anxious buzz in your body. you tried to relax, ignoring the rising frustration. you needed to get off, but your body refused to cooperate and it only became more difficult as you grew more stressed.
“hey, I was— oh.”
you’d sworn you locked the door, but there stood draco malfoy, staring with his jaw open at your naked form, fingers buried in your sopping cunt.
“shut the door!” you hissed, horrified as he closed it behind him, staying in the room with you instead of sodding off to mind his own business.
“draco, get the hell—”
“do you need some help?” he questioned, biting his lip as his pants grew tighter. his eyes were dark as they took in the sight of you, angelic and unholy all at once.
you slowly nodded, giving into your own desperation, helpless on your own. his bag dropped off his shoulder as he made his way around to the side of the bed, slipping in behind you. you allowed draco to manhandle you between his legs, your naked back resting against his chest, wrinkling his perfect white button down.
“just relax, princess,” he purred into your hair, prying your legs open and draping them over his.
you hadn’t even realized you’d closed your legs — shy before the classmate you’d always fancied. your head was spinning now, lying naked on top of him, your mind scrambling to catch up with reality as he kissed your neck and gently groped your breasts, sending sharp shocks down to the base of your belly.
“oh.”
the soft moan that fell from your lips was involuntary, a primal reaction to the feeling of his fingertips finding your clit, warming you from the inside out. you felt him smile against the underside of your jaw, pleased with himself for pulling such filthy noises from you.
“that feel good? answer me.”
“y-yes, draco,” you whined, arching your back off of him as his fingers pumped in and out of you, the other hand still drawing circles on your clit.
“I can feel you squeezing me, go ahead and let go,” he encouraged, curling his fingers forward into your g-spot.
your back arched his chest and you drew your knees up as you came hard, a thousand tiny explosions going off in your body. you trapped draco’s hand between your legs, every muscle tensing as he cradled you, slowly stroking you through the waves of your orgasm.
he smiled when you collapsed against him, out of breath and muscles weak. a wave of his wand cleaned up the impressive mess you’d made at the mercy of his touch. you basked in the relief that you’d craved all day, struggling to stay awake in his arms. he pulled a blanket over you, settling down, letting you get the rest you needed.
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dr3amlab · 1 year
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archetype (so pretty that you kill me softly), dm.
SUMMARY — Draco wasn't listening to you for he was too distracted by your beauty.
PAIRING — Draco Malfoy x reader
GENRE — one shot, established relationship, flufffff lots of fluff.
WORD COUNT — 389 words.
INSPO ⏤ archetype by omar apollo
The words coming out of your mouth were undoubtedly interesting but draco didn't seem to pay attention to any of them. With his cheek resting on the palm of his hand, draco nodded occasionally to make it seem like he was interested in whatever story you were telling.
Don't get draco wrong, it's not that you aren't interesting or that your storytelling skills were mediocre because on any other day, malfoy would have been listening eagerly to you.
However, today was an unusual day because draco looked at you a little differently ; It may have been the way you styled your hair today or how the rays of the late afternoon sun casted on your face making your skin golden but draco found you even prettier than usual.
Draco's eyes trailed from your eyes, to your nose and lips thinking about how gorgeous you were. All of your features matched perfectly and made you looked ethereal. Malfoy sometimes wondered if you were a creature from Venus for there were millions of girls in the world and none of them were close to looking as perfect as you.
The blond boy's eyes perhaps lingered too much on your lips that he didn't realize that your eyebrows frowned, "Are you even listening to me draco?" you said catching your boyfriend's attention. Draco looked at you with guilty eyes, "yes I totally am listening to you!" You quirked an eyebrow, "then what was I talking about?" you questioned while watching him with an amused gaze, "uh⏤ you were talking about your family vacation?" he said with uncertainty laced in his voice while bearing a confused expression of his face as if he didn't even know what his sentence meant.
Seeing how confused he looked, you laughed heartily which made Malfoy's face relax into a smile for the sound of your laugh sounded melodious to him, "draco, you weren't listening, were you?" you asked and he nodded his head with an apologetic expression on his face, "so, a penny for your thought?" you tilted your head, "did I ever tell you how pretty you are?" he said with a soft voice, "you always do dray," you giggled.
Draco put his hand on yours, "good, 'cause you're killing me y/n." the blond boy planted a kiss on your cheek, "I'm so lucky to be your boyfriend," he smiled.
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I'M SO HAPPYY YOU OPENED REQUESTS !! can you do a draco malfoy x reader scenarios? something like 'draco malfoy who would carry you when your sleepy'
something like that pleaseee, thankyou love <3
hiii and yes ofcourse! enjoy reading!! <3
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draco malfoy who would nervously ask you to go to the yule ball with him. draco malfoy who almost tripped on the stairs when he sees you in a white dress at the yule ball. draco malfoy who believes he's the only human being on earth that's allowed to insult you (he secretly loves you). draco malfoy who told crabbe and goyle to punch him a little on purpose because madam pomfrey won't let him see you unless he's also injured. draco malfoy who covers his whole face whenever you fluster him. draco malfoy that thinks of your laugh is angelic. draco malfoy that get's irritated when you laugh with someone else. draco malfoy who holds your chin between his thumb and index finger when he wants your attention. draco malfoy who would ask you if you just want to vent or if you want advice from him or even both, instead of making assumptions. draco malfoy who blushes at the tips of his ears every time you smile at him. draco malfoy who gifts you something because you mention liking it once. draco malfoy who lie his body on you when he's upset, his head on your stomach and his body between your legs as you drag your fingers along his blonde hair. draco malfoy who always need to have you close enough to touch you. draco malfoy who would cuddle up to you for hours. draco malfoy who would hold your hands in public. draco malfoy who can't sleep in his bed without you in his arms. draco malfoy who prefers kisses against your forehead rather than lip kisses when you're both cuddling. draco malfoy who keeps a box full of everything you give him even if it's the stupidest thing you've ever give to him. draco malfoy who admires you when your sleeping in his arms and pecks your cheek lightly before he sleeps. draco malfoy who carries you over his shoulder and refuses to put you down anytime you try to sleep on a different bed after you both argued.
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moiravim · 9 months
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'I Miss When We First Met' Masterlist
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Main Masterlist
WARNINGS: Female YN, angst (hurt/comfort), slow burn, death.
Summary: YN Potter, adopted daugheter of James and Lily potter, falls in love with Draco Malfoy. As she gets sorted into Slytherin her relationship with her brother begins to fall apart. Soon she becomes friends with Luna, Neville, and Ginny. As the years go on YN and Draco form a secret relationship. When YN meets Lorenzo a love triangle forms, complicating things even more. Will Harry find out about the relationship between Draco and YN Will YN discover the identity of her biological parents?
Relations:
Draco x reader (romantic)
Lorenzo x reader (romantic)
Harry x Sister!reader (platonic)
Neville x reader (platonic)
Ginny x reader (platonic)
Luna x reader (platonic) etc.
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Chapters
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapters 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
37.5
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Thank you so much for all the love I'm receiving on this story, I'm excited to write more and post it for you guys!!
This story is also being posted on my Wattpad, so if it's easier for you to read there, go ahead (my user there is also moiravim).
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dracowars · 1 year
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Hii! If you’re comfortable with it, Can I request a draco malfoy x fem!reader where they are in a secret relationship and in the Battle Of Hogwarts and he lets it slip that they’re in a relationship and one of the death eaters (Lucius maybe?) overhear draco and the reader talking and sees them kiss and the death eater tells Voldemort and reader ends up getting tortured by Voldemort in front of Draco and he ends up killing her. Lots and lots of angst if that’s okay aha :)
gone | draco malfoy
pairing: draco x reader
word count: 1,6k
summary: where draco betrays the dark lord and y/n pays for it
a/n: this is sooo sad :(( ugh, it broke my heart to write but i hope you enjoy it! <3
warnings: angst, major character death, torture, use of unforgivable curse(s)
universe: harry potter
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"Draco! Draco, over here!", you whisper-yell at him as you spot him running past the hallway you are currently in, hiding as Hogwarts is slowly falling apart around you. You step outside of your small hiding spot to make him even more aware of you as he comes sprinting towards you now, like a man with a mission, white hair disheveled and blood sticking to his face that you can only hope is not his own.
"What are you doing?! You need to stay hidden", he reproaches you the second he arrives, leaving you no time to answer as he already pushes you back into the small niche of the corridor where you have been waiting for him.
Draco's face hovers over yours now, his arms trapping you against the wall, and you can't help but ignore that the war is raging outside for a second when you look into his eyes. The long and desperate kiss he gives you comes to no surprise and you let him take away your breath. Breaking the kiss, he then places his forehead against yours, tips of your noses touching as he twirls a strand of your hair around his finger.
"His army lays siege to Hogwarts as long as he doesn't capture and kill Harry", Draco reveals, sighing as he places a soft kiss against your forehead, grabbing one of your hands. "Harry must surrender or he will kill everyone, including you."
"We need to stop him, Draco", you whisper sadly, squeezing his hand. "We can't win without Harry. He is the key."
"Babe, don't you understand? We can't stop him, not alone anyway", Draco shakes his head with a sad and defeated smile, kissing the knuckles of your hand. "If we leave now-"
"I won't leave. I will be here when we win and I will be here when we lose. I don't care, Draco. This has to stop today", you say confidently, trying to hide the pain your own words inflict on yourself. "Isn't there anything else you found out that can give us advantage?"
"I- I don't know. It's not easy spying on them. I was too close to getting caught too many times, Y/N. I can't risk it another time", he answers and you know how much of a burden this has been to him over the past couple of months. You can't imagine spying on your own parents to be easy, even if it is for a good cause. You can't blame him, so you try to think of something else.
"Listen", you say, gaining back his attention as he was playing with the family ring on your finger absentmindedly. "If Harry has to surrender, where does he want him to go? Do you know that?"
"Y-Yes, actually. In the forest next to the castle. All the Death Eaters will be there, my parents will be there too", Draco reveals, dragging his last sentence as he apparently comes to the same conclusion as you do. "I will be there too."
"You will be there too", you repeat, a feeling of hope running through your veins. You may actually have a chance.
"I don't know if it will work", he worries, pinching the bridge of his nose while sighing.
"It will", you persuade him, and yourself, flinching shortly as you hear a loud crack near you, as if someone was sneaking up on you, but Draco makes sure that no one is around to see the both of you. "We just have to believe in it. What other chance do we got?"
"You are right. We will manage", Draco agrees, trying to sound hopeful but the sorrow in his voice makes it really difficult to believe.
"Meet you in the Great Hall?", he asks, this time actually smiling as it reminds both of you of your first dates, when you would meet at the big tables, talking for hours with no worries in the world. Some things may have changed since then, but your love definitely didn't. At last, it only got stronger.
"Yes, meet you in the Great Hall. Be careful", you smile back, placing a kiss on his cheek like you always do. "I love you."
"I love you, too", Draco whispers against your lips as he gives you one last kiss, putting all his emotions into it before he reluctantly pulls away. Waving each other goodbye, you seperate into different directions, each of you having your own mission to attend to.
But you can't help shake the feeling that you are being watched.
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"Let go of me, you filthy-", you scream at the Death Eater who violently throws you onto the mossy ground, into a circle of other Death Eaters.
You honestly don't know what happened. The one second you were trying to help defend Hogwarts, the next one you were captured and now you are in the forest, namely the forest where the Dark Lord wants Harry to be. Harry, not you.
"Ah! Look who was kind enough to join us today", a laughing voice echoes throughout the trees and you immediately turn around, scrambling to get on your feet again. "Ms. Y/N. Welcome."
"What the hell do you want from me?!", you scream at him, trying to seem as intimidating as possible as you try to hide your fear. His creepy smile screams victory and it sends shivers down your body. Having all the control over you, knowing why you are here for - he thrives in it, loves to see his victims suffer.
"Well, well, you don't know? I have been told about a very, very bad and horrific betrayal. A betrayal which you are involved in, unfortunately. You and... your boyfriend, I assume?"
Voldemort's word let your blood freeze in your veins and your heart stands still the next second when he gives a signal with his bony hand, causing his devoted followers to roughly throw Draco into the circle as well. A scream of pain leaves your throat as he hits the ground, almost unconscious as you reach him.
His right eye is swollen, the soft skin around it turning purple, and his nose looks like it is broken, traces of blood all over his entire face. Your fingers tremble when you carefully touch his cheek, but you sigh in relief when he opens his eyes again, looking at you.
Immediately, Draco gets up with your help, pushing you behind him which is to no use considering you are trapped in a circle full of Death Eaters.
"Your father is extremely disappointed in you, my dear Draco. Seeing you with this girl, who is clearly not on our side.. You betrayed me", Voldemort grins a psychotic smile in your direction, playing with the wand in his hand as suddenly, his whole demeanour changes in the matter of seconds. "No one betrays the Dark Lord."
You do not even have time to react as he points his wand at the both of you, sending Draco through the air since he blocked the spell from you. Once again, you let out a scream as he violently lands on the ground, sharp stones piercing his body. This time, however, you are not allowed to help him as two Death Eaters grab your arms, pulling you back harshly.
"No! No! Let me go!", you fight back, trying to escape their filthy hands but they are too strong. You can only watch how two other Death Eaters pull Draco up, securing him in their grasp.
"A punishment is due for your truly outrageous treason, my dear boy", the Dark Lord says like it is the most normal thing in the world. "I can't believe you thought I would let you get through with this. Do you think so little of me?"
"Don't hurt her, she has nothing to do with it! Take me instead", Draco begs, trying his best to fight back, to free himself in order to rescue you. But he is already so weak that he can't do anything. And he just gave him more fuel to fully ignite the inferno.
"Young love, how dramatic.. No", Voldemort replies with that devilish smile that reminds you of a snake and when he looks at you now, you know there is no escape. You know that he will have his revenge. And you will be the target.
You are right because you feel excruciating pain the moment he casts one of the unforgivable curses on you. Screaming in pain, you writhe in agony, your body feeling like it is burning. Your sight gets blurry, your heart beats in your ears and you can't hear anything else than your own painful screams. Screams for help, screams to make it stop, screams to release you from this unbearable pain.
In Draco's eyes, his worst nightmare just came true. You are being tortured right in front of him and he can't do anything against it. No matter how much he begs, no matter how much he fights against the strong grip on him, he is helpless. He even tries to convince other Death Eaters, those who seem familiar to him, to make it stop, but not a single one of them even budges. They just watch it happen and his parents are nowhere in sight, either.
Draco's world ends the second he hears the worst of the three unforgivable curses and all that is left is your limp, lifeless body.
Only then do they let him go. Only then he can finally embrace you, however, this time you are not hugging him back. In fact, you are not moving at all as all the life has left your body completely, not even giving him the chance to say one final goodbye. Draco keeps talking to you, clasping you in his arms as he keeps rocking the both of you back and forth, whispering to your face to wake up, even though, deep inside, he knows you won't.
Because it is too late. You are already gone.
And when the realization finally dawns on him, there is no going back. He is going to kill every single one of these Death Eaters.
But only after he killed the Dark Lord first.
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The Astronomy Tower
Part Two Draco Malfoy x Potter Reader
Even though you were Harry's twin you led very separate lives, different friends, different focuses but one thing you had in common was that Draco Malfoy couldn't stand you. Or at least he acted like that…
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You were incredibly confused about the whole affair with Malfoy in the Astronomy Tower. He seemed so… different. It didn't seem like Malfoy at all. But you supposed that you didn't know him very well to make that distinction. Should you go back to the tower? Or was your place of solitude completely forfeited to Malfoy who was probably making fun of you throughout your interaction? The idea of never speaking to him again dawned on you, but after that night he wasn't such a dick to you.
For reasons Harry couldn't explain, you stayed at the potions seat next to Malfoy, you also no longer joined in when the golden trio would complain about him. You no longer seemed to have a seething hatred of him but an indifference that was dangerously close to becoming a friendship.
DADA classes were a neverending experience of boredom now that Umbridge had limited the whole curriculum to note taking. But one day, a small enchanted note landed on your desk, it was shaped like a bird. You assumed it was a charmed paper plane from Hermione, complaining about how bored she was or Ron, asking if you could use an unforgivable curse on him to end the suffering of this class. But as you carefully opened the bird, it was from Draco.
You didn't turn around to where you knew he sat, afraid all of it was a cruel joke he laughed about with his friends. All it said was, did I scare you off so easily? It felt like a challenge you were expected to rise too, which made you more inclined to ignore this attempt at attention just to frustrate him more. You could tell Draco was used to getting what he wanted and if you were going to be friends, he couldn't have the power in that regard. You decided that maybe being close to Malfoy wasn't as heinous as everyone thought it was. But, he was a ridiculous attention seeker...
When you didn't answer the question in his message he grew even more impatient. Furious at himself for letting his desires fuck with the better judgement of his head. But you were just so…he didn't know how to describe it other than a secret he wanted to uncover. How could you not understand that all he wanted was to be alone with you again and- No! He couldn't be thinking this way about a bloody Potter? No matter your pureblood status, you were tainted by the actions of your brother. Was it fair? Probably not judging from the ache in his stomach when he thought about never speaking to you alone again. He was only a fifth year, what did a little fling mean to him when he would soon be betrothed to a powerful pure blood?
He couldn't tell what the feeling was but he didn't like it. A fresh, scary feeling of happiness, a smile that crossed his lips after you had left him up on the astronomy tower. The smell of lavender as he got close to you, the stars in the night sky glinting in your eyes. You were so… there wasn't a word he could think of but he wanted to be around you, he wanted to be in your presence always. It was an immediate feeling of comfort in the way that you argued and teased one another. What was happening to him? He was going soft, obviously. But Draco did something that night when he returned to his dormitory, he smiled and thought of you looking happy.
Two weeks after your accidental meeting with Malfoy you decided he might have given up on meeting you again. You returned to the Astronomy Tower under the cloak and when you got to the top you couldn't see him. One part of you sighed in relief but the other half made you feel more disappointed than anything else. After you walked over to the balcony and began looking out, a finger tapped you on the shoulder and you cursed to yourself, assuming it was professor Sinastra. But as you turned, Malfoy was grinning at you.
“But how did you-.”
“You really can't be as clever as you think if a simple disillusionment spell fooled you.” he raised an eyebrow and you rolled your eyes.
“Just because I wasn't on the lookout for someone watching me doesn't make me stupid.” You turned back to look at the stars, undeterred by his presence (or at least you pretend you were).
“I can tell you're annoyed.” Draco leant on the balcony with his forearms, looking up at you with quite a sweet smile.
“I'm trying to ignore that you're there, Malfoy.” you said through gritted teeth as you committed to hating him even though you were slowly realising you didn't.
“Did you like my bird?” He asked, looking down at the black lake.
“It wasn't the worst way to be flirted with.” You said back in a sudden urge of confidence you didn't expect.
“Flirt- it wasn't flirting!” Malfoy protested and you cocked your head at him with a smile.
“Awh, all embarrassed? Wait till my father hears about this.” You replied mockingly, he surprisingly didn't look embarrassed but challenged.
“Well, I'm glad to see you've been listening so intently to what I say. Already in love with me, are you?” He returned the mocking tone and you narrowed your eyes.
“If I ever fall in love with you Malfoy you'll know, because the earth will have disappeared.” you shook your head and returned to look at the stars.
“Can you see Orion up there?” He asked, pointing.
“Whereabouts?” You tried to look in his eyeline but couldn't quite make it out.
“There!” He exclaimed pointing in the same place.
“And how do you think doing the exact same thing will help me!” You replied angrily, wishing you had never asked.
“It's just,” he stood up and moved behind you. You could feel his presence so close to you now that your fight or flight felt like it was kicking in. But you stayed put, you-on some level at least- wanted this.
Draco delicately touched your head and turned it to where he was pointing, then repositioned you from your waist. It was confusing for the most part, his hands stayed at your waist and were still there as you both looked at the constellation.
“Beautiful, isn't it. I assume you wouldn't expect me to have a love for the stars but I do. Helps me escape from everything when I can imagine how far away they all are but still choose to show up for me.” His voice was nearly a whisper by your ear as your eyes grew wide. Malfoys hands rested on your waist now, not moving but seemingly more comfortable.
“I-” your voice cracked like it had shorted a circuit and your eyes went even wider. You cleared your throat and took a step to the side, looking at the floor. “What time is it? God, that's late?” you began to step backwards and nearly sent a telescope flying off the tower but caught it just in time. Not however, in time to stop yourself from falling over. Malfoy took a step forward to help you up but you scrambled to your feet.
“It's not that late?” Draco said calmly and you didn't know how to argue with him on that.
“Since when do you love the stars?” You asked, hoping it would be a good enough diversion.
“I was formally introduced to astronomy at Hogwarts but always loved looking up at the stars more than down at what was here with me. Down here is so boring. The stars can do anything, turn into multitudes of things. But we're stuck.” He turned away from you and leant on the balcony again. You weren't sure whether to approach him or escape.
“When did you become so questioning about humanity and the world?” You asked, slowly walking towards the balcony. Draco scoffed-
“You imagine me to be so vain and uninterested with the wider world?” Draco turned his head to look at you with eyebrows furrowed.
“No, I just… well maybe I do think that.” You paused, thinking about how best to proceed.
“It's quite alright, if you were concerned. I'm not so fragile that it would knock me for six.” Draco smirked and you rolled your eyes.
“Such a drama creator, aren't you. Want me to buckle under the pressure of the Malfoy gaze hmm?” You were next to Draco now. Leaning your forearms on the balcony, your shoes almost touching.
“Can't be too kind to a Potter. You'd think I was going soft. A bit of playful manipulation couldn't hurt.” He rubbed his hands together and blew hot air on them.
“Playful manipulation is an interesting way of describing a bully.” You said quietly, almost to yourself but Draco heard.
He didn't comment on it. He just gripped the wooden balcony hard enough for his knuckles to go white. Is that all you saw him as? The two of you stood in a tense silence for a few minutes just looking at the sky before Draco sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I should be heading back.” He said with a half smile walking around the platform.
“Oh, alright. It's been nice talking to you.” You had no idea if that was genuine or not because, at this point you were half loyal to protecting Harry in these conversations and giving Draco the benefit of the doubt.
“Really? Sure I'm not just a bully?” He asked in a spiteful manner you were expecting, his eyes narrowed.
“I- uhm,” you paused. “Well you have bullied people.” You took a step towards him.
“You don't seem to care enough to avoid me, why is that?” Draco walked all the way around the platform and circled you.
“I was coming here before you did, you just happened to be here.” You scowled, your hands getting sweaty at your close proximity.
“But why now? Even now you want to see me or at least don't hate it. So why do you act like you hate me?” Draco asked, stopping right behind you.
“When did I say I hated you?” You replied cautiously as that feeling in the bottom of your stomach returned.
“I can see you trying to pretend you do, it's so sweet. All the little comments and jabs when really what you like is being alone with me.” Draco was so incredibly close to your ear that the hair on the back of your neck stood up.
“You don't know what you see. It's easy to misconstrue something when you want it to be the truth.” You turned around and glared slightly upwards, looking him in the eyes.
“I don't think I'm misconstruing anything right now.” Draco took a step towards you and you were shoe to shoe. His finger touched one of your hands that were balled into fists at your side. You couldn't help but look at his lips, it was ridiculous but so intoxicating to imagine what they felt like.
“What are you trying to accomplish here? A cheap joke for you and your friends or just for your own enjoyment?” You wanted to pull your hand away from him but you felt like you couldn't.
“I think you know this is for your enjoyment just as much as mine.” Draco’s voice was almost a whisper when he leant closer to you. Should you run? He wasn't holding you still and seemed to absolutely love that you didn't want to leave.
“I can't.” You took a step back and pushed a stray hair behind your ear. “I’m going back to my dorm. I think you should consider that too.” You turned around and practically ran down the astronomy tower stairs forgetting to wrap your invisibility cloak around you.
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littlemissnoname13 · 2 years
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Hihi!! I really loved your professor!Draco hcs (and all of your draco fics, i think I've read them all lol) I was wondering if maybe you could write smut for professor!Draco? Maybe elaborate on the whole "sitting on his lap while he's working" thing?
Hi Anon. I’ve been wanting to write this as soon as I saw your ask because Professor Draco is my guilty pleasure. Sorry it took this long.
Take a Break, Professor Malfoy (D.M)
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Summary: a one shot based off these head cannons (the reader is a little whiny here. Just saying)
Words: 2000ish
Warnings: smut, age gap (reader is 18+ and the gap is not too big), some form of degrading, pet names, cock warming, spanking if you look hard enough. 18+ Mature content, mature words, read at your own discretion. Also, there is consent from both parties at all times and this is not proofread. 
A/n: Hi, I’m currently away from tumblr at the moment because my daytime job is busting my proverbial balls. If you see this, this post was on queue. I have a few fics on cue actually. I’ll get back to your messages and asks ASAP. 😭🥲
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It’s a hot day. 
It’s a day stowed right in between spring and summer where days are suddenly longer and sweaters are a thing of nuisance. Especially during the afternoon. 
She's already peeled off her school sweater and tossed it carelessly under the foot of his large four poster bed. Her school tie lays next to all her other things slowly accumulating on his bedside table. He’s made space in his drawer for her to put her stuff in but she is tired from all her classes and the bedside table is closer.
“It’s such a lovely day outside.” She muses out loud, rolling on the bed and onto her back. 
He doesn’t say anything. He hasn’t said anything for the last hour. 
“I’m thinking picnic by the lake.” She tries to get his attention again. “What do you think?” 
“Everyone will still be out.” He reminds her, without bothering to look up from the sack of papers in front of him. 
“But I’m soooo bored, Draco.” She grumbles. Tendrils of her hair cascade off the edge of the bed and she blows a strand away to look at him. 
Wire rimmed glasses rest on his nose and above his glasses, she can see his brows furrowed in concentration. His shirt sleeves are rolled up neatly  and the corded veins on his forearm bulge just a little with every moment of his quill that is moving faster than the golden snitch. 
He makes one last scribble and drops his quill back into the ink pot. The chair creaks against the floorboard when he turns his body to face her. 
“Cmhere then.” He says, giving her a crooked grin that makes her feel lightheaded. “You can sit on my lap while I grade these papers.”
Hearing that, her body automatically leaps off the bed and darts towards his desk. She worries that she looks way too thrilled to be close to him but he doesn’t seem to mind. 
A lazy smile is pulling on the corners of his mouth and his arms are wide open in anticipation. 
She is quick to sink into his lap, her legs straddling him as she gets comfortable. When satisfied, she curls up into his chest and her face on the crook of his neck. 
Long fingers brush her spine in gentle strokes and all the restlessness inside of her is put to an ease. She can fall asleep like this. She can die like this. She doesn’t even care. 
It's terrifying how he holds so much power over her. 
“You can fall asleep.” He murmurs against her earlobe as if reading her mind. “I’ll carry you to bed if you do.” 
When she was a little girl, she’d fall asleep on her living room sofa and wake up snug and comfortable in her own bed. For a while, she had convinced herself that she was teleporting .But now, when she looks back, a nostalgic kind of sadness washes over in high tides because having someone to carry you to bed when you fall asleep in random places is a luxury. 
She’d fallen asleep with her books sprawled on the rug of his room while he was away at a faculty meeting yesterday. When she’d woken up, she found herself on the bed. As snug as a bug. 
 She knows she can trust Draco to put her to bed but sleep is not what she wants. 
What she wants is no sleep. 
What she wants is for him to cast the silencing spell on the walls of this room and take her on his desk again. She wants him to fuck her brains out all night long, 
“Don’t fight the sleep, sweetheart.” He whispers into her ears, his voice softer than lullaby. “You’ve had a long day.” 
“You would know.” She grumbles, her eyes still closed. “You gave us an enormous report to write and submit by the end of this week. Who does that?” 
“So you haven’t started on the report, I assume.” 
“Nope.” 
“May I ask why?” He asks. This whole time, his other hand hasn’t stopped grading papers. 
“Oh, I was hoping to further my academic career by sucking off my professor.” She sighs against his neck, shifting her hips a little to get more comfortable. 
They both know she’s only joking but still, he drops his quill and cups her arse in his palm. “Is that so?” He asks, giving it a squeeze. 
“But then I changed my mind.” She peppers kisses along his throat. “I’m going to get up early tomorrow to go to the library. I have some books in mind that might help with the report.” 
“Good girl.” He chuckles and kisses the top of her head before resuming his grading. She can tell he’s not impressed with any of the tests that were turned in because he keeps clicking his tongue and cursing at Salazar Slytherin. 
“That’s it.” He sighs, exasperated. “Another one of these stupid answers that miss the fucking point and I’m done with my teaching career.” 
She giggles and cups his frowning face in her hands. Her thumbs gently smooth out his creased brows and she leans in to place a kiss on his lips before removing his glasses. 
His blue-gray eyes are so vivid up close that it robs her off her breath. His pupils dilate when they focus on her and just knowing that she is the center of his attention makes her incredibly giddy. 
“Take a break, Professor Malfoy.” 
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Her voice is a soft silken caress on his heated skin. It feels like a crosswind, cooling him off and sedating him into a state of pure bliss. 
“Can’t.” He replies, grabbing her firmly by the hips to still him when she starts to rub up against him. 
He knows where this is going. 
She’s a siren and the rhythm in which she grinds her hips is a siren song he isn’t capable of resisting. 
“But I want you.” She says, her voice sounding like a near sob. “Look at how bad I want you, Draco.” 
She holds his large hand in her small one and guides up her skirt. Slipping the fabric of her panties aside, she presses his hand against her clit. 
“See?” She blinks her eyes so innocently at him that he loses it. She’s so wet her arousal is pooling down her inner thighs.
He allows his index finger to circle her clit and she arches her back in instant response. 
“I need to finish grading those papers.” He says through his teeth, unsure if he’s telling her or reminding himself. His cock is jerking up, aroused at the wet sounds of her pussy and he has to will himself not to bend her on his desk and pound her till she is deliriously moaning his name. 
“Please.” She is pleading now. The little brat is rolling her hips and chasing her orgasm by fucking herself on his fingers. 
“Please what?” He asks, using his free hand to grip her arse to still her. 
“Please, sir.” She chokes out, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She is right on the edge of her orgasm and the thought of her at his mercy gets him off. 
There has always been this power dynamic at play since the very beginning. The imbalance of power is so prominent that he often wonders if he is corrupting her. Sometimes, he lies awake next to her after carrying her to bed and wonders if he is taking advantage of her. 
But then she rolls to her side and snuggles up against him. She kisses his cheek and tells him that she loves him. 
It’s always been about trust between them. He fucks her like a whore and runs her a hot bath afterwards. He massages her shoulders and gives her forehead kisses. 
He just wants to take care of her. He wants to take her to dinner and buy her every stupid thing her heart desires. 
“Are you going to come on my fingers, pretty girl?” 
“Yes.” She moans, struggling to keep the friction going. When he looks at the desperation in her eyes, he wants to let her come but not before he punishes her for being bratty. 
His hands strike her arse as she whimpers. “Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir.” She moans. “I want to come on your fingers.”  
“Then come.” He growls, pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. He knows she needs that extra stimulation on her clit so he uses his thumb to rub steady circles on it. 
She is almost there. Her eyes are rolling back and she is clenching his fingers inside her tight little hole. He increases his pace and she makes that little whimper she always makes before she comes. 
“My girl is such a filthy fucking slut. Fucking herself on her Professor’s fingers.” His hands strike as arse again. “Imagine what everyone will say if they ever find out.” 
She’s panting. She’s falling apart. 
“That gets you off, doesn’t it?” He murmurs against her neck. “Everyone knowing what a filthy little whore you really are.” 
Her orgasm crashes through her in multiple waves. With each passing wave, she trembles and cries out his name. When she’s spent he pushes the strands of hair from her sweaty forehead away and places a loving kiss on top. 
She opens her eyes and looks at him expectantly. Her lips curl up into a pout and he has to stifle a laugh. 
“What?” Draco arches a brow at her. 
“You didn’t fuck me.” She huffs, post climax sleepiness already making her eyelids droopy. 
Draco contemplates his options for a bit. If he fucks her now, he’ll have to go to class with ungraded papers tomorrow. 
He reaches for his belt buckle and undoes his zipper. When his achingly hard cock springs free, she instantly looks more awake. 
Draco kisses her softly and begins pumping his cock in his fist. 
“Are you going to fuck me, now?” She asks. 
“No.” He smirks, lifting her so he can push his cock inside her. Slowly, he feels her velvet walls suck him in. She is clawing at his back, moaning. 
She frees her left hand and places it on the lowermost area of her stomach. “Here.” She sighs. “You’re all the way up here, Draco.”
“Fuck.” He groans. “I will never finish grading these fucking papers if you say things like that.” 
“But it’s true.” She whispers, grinding her hips.
“Sit still” He says, stilling her for the third time that day. “Sit still and let me finish grading these papers while my cock is inside of you. Then I’ll fuck you just the way you want it.” 
Her eyes dance, calculating the pros and cons of his proposal. “Fine.” She snaps and sinks back into his chest and closes her eyes. 
Draco kisses her one last time and goes back to grading his papers. Ever so often, he pauses to rub her clit. She grits her teeth but stays true to her word. She does not move one bit. 
By the time he grades his last paper, she is sniffling against the crook of his neck. His heart aches at the sight so he carries her to bed. 
“I’m going to make it up to you, sweet heart.” He brings her hands up to his mouth. He kisses her knuckles and her fingers. “I’m going to make you feel good.” 
She sniffles and nods in response.
 Draco spreads her legs apart and takes his time licking her pussy. When he gets another orgasm out of her, he lines himself up against her entrance and she sucks her breath in anticipation. 
“I love you, you know that?” He whispers into her ears when he sinks inside of her. When he rocks into her in slow steady strokes, she abandons all control and gives him the reins. 
“I love you too, Draco.” Her breathy whisper tickles the side of his face. 
The thing is, he’d do anything for her. His heart is at her mercy and he’s given her all the reins to his entire existence. 
And even when he wraps his hand around the base of her throat, he knows this for a fact. 
She’s in control. 
She’s in control. 
She’s in control. 
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slytherinslut0 · 6 months
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MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me
Chapter One. Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.
(This will essentially be a toxic book where we are Thèos fucktoy. No love here, very minimal fluff.)
Tags: Sub/Dom, Toxic Behaviour, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mattheo, Blackmail, Praise Kink, Begging, DubCon, CNC.
FIND THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS HERE.
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You were a good girl, and an exemplary student. One who consistently demonstrated exceptional discipline and commitment. Your dedication to academics was unwavering, as you diligently followed the rules and guidelines, never straying from the prescribed path.
Your singular focus was on nurturing your intellectual curiosity, and you showed no interest in indulging in activities that might distract you from your educational pursuits. Your life was calm, quiet, and focused.
Until, one day everything fucking changed.
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In the enchanted realm of Hogwarts, there resided a studious and exceptionally bright seventh-year Ravenclaw witch, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and her steadfast commitment to the noble pursuit of knowledge. This young sorceress, a paragon of virtue, refrained from the temptations that often lured her peers, steering clear of parties, alcohol, and the haze of smoke that veiled the Ravenclaw common room during clandestine gatherings.
Her life was meticulously ordered, her goals sharply defined. But the universe had a curious sense of humor, for it threw her into an unexpected affiliation with the most notorious bad boy in Slytherin:
Mattheo fucking Riddle.
He, the embodiment of rebellion, was a stark contrast to her pristine existence. Mattheo's reputation preceded him: a Slytherin troublemaker, one who was almost always found in the midst of chaos. His devil-may-care attitude was a challenge to authority, and there was not one singular individual that could tie him down.
Yet, fate had woven their paths together, forcing the astute young witch to confront the complexity of human nature, unraveling layers of his defiance while simultaneously testing the boundaries of her own steadfast resolve.
And that witch; that poor fucking witch--well, that was you.
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"Please, Riddle...if you'd take a seat," you ran your tongue along the backside of your teeth, straightening your posture in your chair as you tried to contain your irritation. "...I must express my desire to commence our endeavors prior to the conclusion of the academic term."
"Eager, are we?" Mattheo sneered, sauntering toward the desk painfully fucking slow. "You know, Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither is mastery. I'll sit when I'm fuckin' ready to sit."
His voice was low, the sadistic drawl of his tone making your bones ignite with fury. Gods, he certainly fucking loved testing you.
"And I won't tell you again...call me Mattheo."
You inhaled a sharp breath, flattening out your blue uniform skirt against your thighs as you bit your tongue hard enough to make it bleed.
"Rome may not have been built in a day, but it certainly collapsed in one--now, I won't ask again, Riddle..." you looked up, meeting his dark obsidian eyes, fighting back a sadistic smirk of your own as he narrowed his gaze in challenge. "Take. A. Seat."
The words were clipped behind your teeth with an obvious urgency that shut Mattheo up for a few seconds, the gears turning inside his head as he contemplated how he could one up your little jab--a constant occurrence that seemed to happen every single fucking time you met with him.
At this point, your tutor sessions were an easy seventy percent bickering with the remaining thirty being a half-assed session of one-sided discussion where he mostly offers you fleeting blank stares while zoning you out. You hated that you'd agreed to this, but you knew you needed to get on (and remain on) Professor Dumbledores good side if you wanted a career here at the school after you graduated--and you were so fucking hungry for it you'd do almost anything to solidify your fate.
Even if it meant surrendering your sanity to the hands of Mattheo fucking Riddle.
You chose not to let him, of all individuals, tarnish your path. Your reputation, fragile as it may have been, resembled a tinderbox, and he was the combustible element, ready to erupt at any given moment. This resolve became your steadfast anchor, shaping the direction of your choices.
"You know," Mattheo said as he finally slumped down into the chair across from you, his tousled brown hair falling effortlessly over his forehead. "I was under the impression that the brilliant Ravenclaws such as yourself valued intellect over impulsive haste..." he tilted his head, his gaze scanning every movement of your body as you stared at him. "It was my understanding that impatience was more of a Gryffindor trait."
Your fingers trembled with palpable irritation, yet you understood the imperative need to suppress it. You couldn't afford to reveal just how deeply he affected you, realizing that acknowledging it would subject you to endless taunts and jibes, a fate you were determined to avoid at any cost. This restraint became your shield in moments such as these.
"You wish to discuss house values, Riddle?" You tilted your head, straightening out your posture once again. "Because I, in complete honesty, was under the impression that Slytherins were known for their resourcefulness...your reluctance to cooperate suggests a rather curious lack of ambition."
Mattheo narrowed his eyes, his expression growing icier. "Resourcefulness doesn't mean blindly following every stupid instruction thrown at you, and ambition means choosing the battles worth fighting, not wasting time on pathetic, trivial matters."
With a subtle smirk, he leaned back, hooking his arm on the back of his chair as he eyed your discomfort--seemingly undisturbed by your challenge--and you chewed on the inside of your cheek, somehow knowing he wasn't finished.
And of course, he wasn't. "If you really believe this seemingly-stubborn insistence on when or if I sit reflects a lack of ambition, you clearly misunderstand the depths of Slytherin cunning. We pick our battles wisely, and right now, this isn't one of them."
Your blood pressure surged, the crimson currents in your veins reaching their boiling point. Months of enduring relentless bickering and one-upmanship had pushed you to the edge--this man may be an utter degenerate but he certainly knows how to use his mouth when it matters. You could no longer bear the weight of this incessant game, and in a fleeting moment of frustration, you finally succumbed to the pressure.
You knew this was your breaking point.
"I'm just trying to fucking help you." You said, before you even realized you had. You hardly ever cussed, never out loud--that is. "If you don't want to be here, then get out. I promise you, you won't be hurting my feelings if you do."
He huffed, leaning forward and crossing his hands together on top of the desk as he wet his stupidly plush lips, a devilish grin swallowing his cheeks while he revelled in the fact he'd so clearly fucking won. Yet again.
"No," he said. "I don't think I will."
You clucked your tongue, irritated even further at his response, gaze narrowing ever-so-slightly before you rolled your eyes--brushing off his suffocating arrogance and pulling your textbook out of your bag, slamming it down on top of the desk between your bodies.
"The Grimoire of Arcane Relics?" Mattheo read the title out loud, voice laced with a confused, almost offended undertone. "We don't cover this until the middle of second term..."
You cocked an eyebrow. "And?"
"Seems a bit...hasty, to shove this down my throat so early on," his voice carried a sadistic drawl that nearly made you leap across the desk and choke him unconscious. This man knew how to fucking test you. "Would it not be far more beneficial to proceed in the order the books are taught?"
You drew in another swift breath, the fabric of your navy robes clinging to your form, trembling fingers smoothing out any wrinkles on your button-up blouse as you adjusted it.
"I was unaware..." you said, not bothering to look up. "...that the individual I'd be tutoring this term was in fact a professor, and not a seventh year student..." you glimpsed him now, offering him merely but a slight tilt of your head as you watched his jaw tense. "...I must have been ill-informed, do pardon my ignorance."
"A moment of self-awareness? What a fucking breakthrough for you, Raven...pity it took you so long." He was clasping his hands together on top of the desk with enough force to involuntarily crack his knuckles. "Maybe there's hope for you yet, though I wouldn't hold my fucking breath."
"Please don't," you said, teeth gritting. "We wouldn't want to deprive your already-oxygen-starved brain of any more, now would we? It needs all the help it can get."
Mattheo's gaze sharpened, his lips curving into a teasing smirk, highlighting the scars that adorned them. The effect he had on you was undeniable, a sensation you longed to dismiss more than anything. However, with every passing moment in his presence, resisting the pull of attraction became an increasingly futile endeavour--yes, he was suffocatingly arrogant, but Gods, he was fucking attractive.
And he knew it.
"Quite the fucking mouth on you, I'll admit..." he dropped his voice to a low whisper, so deep it practically rattled your bones as it vibrated through you. "Never met a Ravenclaw with such an attitude problem...maybe I could tutor you on how to fix that issue, once we're done here, of course."
Your stomach twisted, heat spreading through your veins like wildfire. Curse him and his painstakingly arrogant charm. Curse him to bloody hell.
"It'd be a cold day in hell before I take any sort of guidance from you, Riddle..." you whispered, your voice accidentally reverberating as a seductive pitch. "And even then, I'd probably still refrain."
"You don't know when to shut the fuck up, do you?..." his eyes darkened, an evil mischief crawling its way through his irises. "What would daddy Dumbledore think about the way you're speaking to me, huh?"
Your heart stalled. "I-"
Your words faltered as Mattheo stood up, moving leisurely like a predatory creature circling its prey, until he was right beside you. His eyes, sharp as daggers, bored into your skull, and he loomed over you, a sadistic smirk twisting his lips into a cruel curve. The sight sent a shiver down your spine, knotting your stomach with an unsettling mix of fear and desire.
He placed a singular hand on your desk, leaning down closer to your level. "Perhaps I pay him a little visit...perhaps I tell him that you've been missing lessons, that you've been extremely unprofessional...perhaps I somehow fail my next exam...perhaps-"
"Okay, okay!" You panicked, cutting him off. "You've made your point, Riddle...I'm sorry, okay?" The words were fucking painful as you forced them past your teeth, and you swallowed your ego, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Let's just get this over with, please?"
Mattheo huffed, gratified by how effortlessly his threats appeared to compel your submission. The gears turned in his head as he grasped the extent of the power he truly wielded over you. He fully understood that your entire post-graduate career almost certainly depended on his decisions, and he was eagerly anticipating taking action.
"I like the way you say please..." his voice was breathless, his dark eyes consumed by something you couldn't really identify as he slumped down in the chair directly next to you, his sight never once leaving yours. "Do it again."
Your body tensed, immobilized as he inched closer, his penetrating eyes scrutinizing your features with intense focus. It was no secret that Mattheo had been oblivious to your existence until he was placed under your guidance--despite being the most popular Slytherin student in the school, you, a practically invisible Ravenclaw, were easy to overlook. It had taken him over three weeks to even remember your name, a fact he never bothered to acknowledge, let alone use.
But within that time frame, within the time you'd been tutoring him; as much as he drove you mentally fucking insane, you couldn't deny that every time he'd show up for lessons with torn knuckles, cut lips and alcohol radiating from his breath--you couldn't help but to feel something in the pit of your stomach.
Whether that sensation was disgust, arousal, or sheer terror, you couldn't quite pinpoint. It was a feeling that whispered in your veins, urging you to surrender to the dominance he held over you. It screamed for you to let him have his way without resistance, because just as he commanded your obedience, he wielded the same control over the entire damn school. The prospect of defying him felt like a dangerous game you weren't willing to play.
"Riddle-"
He tilted his head, his face dangerously close to yours now, his eyes peering into your soul as he stared. As he wet his lips, his breath turning shallow, you felt a feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach, and one between your thighs as well.
"I said, do it again." His voice was a mere breath as it left his lips, his eyes studying you as though you were a page of a textbook. Not that he'd ever read one of those. "Go on, Raven...beg for me..."
Your breath hitched, and you involuntarily clutched the edges of the wooden chair between your fingers with an indescribable force. You didn't want to admit it--not to Mattheo, not to anyone really--but you were a virgin. You'd never even kissed a boy; your entire life was devoted to your studies...so this...this was extremely fucking new to you.
When you remained silent, Mattheo's eyes darkened even further, turning a shade of obsidian so intense they put even the stormiest midnight skies to shame.
"You want me to keep your perfect little reputation intact, hm?" He breathed, leaning closer. "You want me to help you stay on Dumbledores good side?"
Your throat was more arid than the desert, and you nodded, unable to blink--unable to peel your fucking eyes off of him.
"Then do as I say..." he murmured, a large battered hand finding purchase on your thigh, your entire body involuntarily flinching at the foreign contact. "I want to hear you, Raven."
You stared down at his hand resting lazily over the fabric of your blue uniform skirt--it's massive size swallowing up almost the entirety of your thigh, calloused palm catching on the pleats as it slid upwards, agonizingly slowly--and when he paused, stretching his fingers around the diameter of your thigh the best he could, fingers digging into your flesh as he squeezed; you gasped, involuntarily, and he huffed--bringing his lips dangerously close to your ear.
"One more chance..." he purred, and you could practically hear the smirk on his lips. "You won't like what'll happen-"
"Please!" You snapped, squeezing your thighs together out of pure desperation. "Please, Mattheo...please, let's just get this over with..."
"Mm." He hummed in satisfaction, slowly pulling his hand off of you. "That's fucking right..." he murmured, warm breath tickling your ear. "Nothing is sweeter than your submission, Raven."
You swallowed, not daring to look at him, nodding your head frantically in response as he pulled away, slumping back in the chair--not once peeling his eyes off of you, spreading his legs way-too-fucking wide as he made himself comfortable--he was silent, now, watching your chest rise and fall with each shallow breath, watching the way you squirmed in your chair at his sudden dominance--a dominance that had an effect on you that you couldn't even begin to describe.
And then, before you could even realize what was happening, Mattheo leaned back in, his fingers gripping your jaw and tilting your face towards his--and as you meet his dark, intoxicating eyes, your lungs stalled, entire body shrinking in your seat as he stared at you with such intensity that you felt like he could see right through you.
"From now on, I'm in charge here," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Understand?"
You swallowed the lump of anxiety in your throat, and watched his darkened amber eyes as they glanced over your lips, lingering there for far too long, before returning back up to meet your gaze--something swimming in his irises that made your stomach twist.
When you were silent, he tilted his head, cocking an eyebrow. "Use your words, Raven..."
"Yes." You squeaked, voice barely audible. "I understand."
He hummed, a devilish smirk crawling across his lips, fingers digging into your jaw with added pressure as he pulled you closer, lips so close you'd touch with a deep enough breath.
"Understand, what?" He breathed, eyes dipping over your lips yet again. "Say my fucking name."
"Mattheo..." you couldn't breathe, couldn't move, could only obey his words as though he was controlling you like a puppet on strings. "I understand, Mattheo."
He huffed, smirking. "Good girl, Raven..." his voice was a mere breath as it left his lips, his full lashes fluttering as he blinked, meeting your eyes. "You learn so quickly...I should have done this months ago..."
When he pulled back, slowly releasing you, air slowly returned to your lungs; not enough to rid the dizziness from your brain but just enough to keep you conscious. Mattheo turned toward the desk now, as though nothing even happened, gesturing for you to start the lesson.
And somehow, you did.
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Chapter two->
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Party Gone Wrong
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This is part 5 of The Bet my old Draco Malfoy Fic that I'm bringing back. This is not following the books or movies it's just me having fun. :) I hope you like it. Let me know what you think and if you wanna be tagged.
Draco Malfoy X Reader 
Fic Summery: Draco bets reader she can't make him fall for her.
Part Summery: Reader goes to a party and gets in an interesting situation with Draco.
Warnings: Maybe a word or something not for sure.
Let me know if you want to be tagged in something.
Part 1 Part 4
The next few weeks were not what I would call normal. Well school was normal but other than that my life at Hogwarts was strange.
Everytime I walked through the halls I somehow always bumped into Draco or him bumping into me. Whenever I was in class when I looked up I would find his blue eyes staring at me.
I’m sure to others it looked threatening or like he was glaring at me but I knew the truth.
He was waiting for me to win him over. To do something that would give him a reason to like a mud blood.
I was in the middle of trying to enjoy lunch while catching secret glances with Draco. He was talking to Pansy but he wasn’t looking at her.
I stick my tongue out at him, earning a wink back that makes me giggle.
“Hey Y/N!” one of the twins says sitting next to me, followed by the other one.
“Umm yes?” I say making myself turn and face them.
“You wanna come to another party tonight?”
“Umm sure.”
“Okay great but bring a date.”
“A date?”
“Yeah we are going to be playing games and we want it to be about even for couples.”
“And who am I meant to invite?” I ask.
“The only boys I know are your brother and Harry and one of them is not speaking to me.”
“Oh you can’t invite them, they already have dates.”
“Can I come by myself?”
“No. See you tonight.” They say at the same time and stand up leaving me alone.
“Thanks.” I say after them.
I spent the rest of the day as normal as it could be. I was heading back to my room when I was approached by Neville.
“Umm hi.” He says, stopping me in the hallway.
“Hello.” I say smiling at him.
“Are you going to the party tonight?”
“I was but apparently you can’t go alone.”
“You don’t have a date?” He asks, looking at me from looking at the floor.
“No one I wanted to ask.” I say Draco’s face comes to mind but that was a big no no.
“So umm would you like to go with me?” He asks, blushing.
“Sure.” I say smiling at him.
“Really?”
“Yeah, you're a nice person. I wouldn’t mind spending a night with you.”
“Thanks Y/N.” He says blushing.
“No problem.”
‘I’ll umm meet you in the courtyard after dinner.”
“Sure.” I say smiling at him.
With a read race he quickly scurries off making me laugh. I walk into my room with a new plan in mind.
I was going to get dressed in normal clothes but halfway through I couldn’t help but wonder if Draco would be there. I blush at the thought,  hating now I was starting to look forward to seeing him.
Chewing my lip I looked at my clothes laid on the bed and decided to change plans. I wasn’t going to dress up for anyone. But this was a game right? I was meant to make him break down and fall for me.
I have to stop the twisted smile on my face wondering if maybe I should have been in Slytherin.
Giggling, I shrug and start to get dressed.
I didn’t have much time so I settled for ripped jeans, a tight t-shirt that showed off just the right amount of chest and some converse.
I penned my hair up in a clip leaving a bit out to frame my face and put on natural makeup except for my winged liner.
I winked at myself in the mirror, scratched my cat Hallow’s head and skipped out the door wondering what kind of trouble I could get into tonight.
Bouncing down the steps I was shocked to find Neville waiting for me by the fireplace. Him blushing when he saw me.
“Wow, you look great.”
“Aww thank you.” I say, smiling my head falling to the right.
“Are you ready to go? Harry and Ron already left.”
“Of course they did. Those two are gonna get each other into a lot of trouble one of these days.”
“Haven’t they already?” He asks, as we start walking out into the hallway.
“Yeah, they seem to every year.” I say, smiling at the thought of their antics.
Neville laughs nervously the rest of the walk to the party filled with easy small talk.
When we get to the party it’s in full swing. The twins were vetting people before they came inside. They also hand everyone a drink as soon as they come in.
“What is this?” I ask, looking at the shot. Whatever it was, the liquid moved inside it.
“A little of this.” One twin said.
“And a little of that.” The other one said.
“Will it make me forget tonight or do anything against my will?”
“No!” They both say looking shocked I would even ask.
“Fine. Bottoms up boys.” I say living the shot to them then knocking it back.
A sweet taste filling my mouth and running smoothly down my throat. It makes a warm feeling settle through my body.
“Great you have fun tonight.”
“Always.” I say winking at them and walking into the crowd of people. Neville right on my heels.
“Are you okay?” He asks me over the music.
“Yeah, why?” I ask, looking at him. Noticing how flushed his cheeks were.
“Your face is really red.”
“Yours too. Must be the drink.” I say shrugging, as the music grows louder.
“Yeah I’ll get you a drink.” He says, smiling, walking into the crowd.
I smile after him, Neville always seeming so sweet and cute.
“You came with Longbottom?” A familiar voice says, making me look up over my shoulder to see Draco standing there, drink in hand. A glare on his face.
His cheeks are just as red as apparently everyone else's. 
“You like his bottom?” I ask, acting like I couldn’t hear him. Draco looked shocked and then angry at my question.
I giggle, it dies as soon as Pansy steps from behind him.
“Aww did you have to pay someone to come with you?” She smirks at me.
“No, if I ever do that I’ll be sure to ask you for tips.” I say, not surprised when she tries to step towards me. Draco stopped her.
“Gotta go. Tootles.” I say, getting ready to leave them two alone until warm lights flood the room. The twins climb onto a table getting everyone's attention.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you all for coming.” They say in unison.
“We can’t wait to start the games we have planned tonight.” They say making me roll my eyes at their dramatic flare.
“We hope you all came here with someone you liked because-.” They say looking at each other smirking.
“They are the one you will be staying with tonight.” They say clapping their hands on the word tonight.
The weight of something around my wrist makes me look down seeing a band wrapped around my wrist.
It was thin, gold and silver weaving around each other. It was kinda like a bangle only it had a chain attached. The chain only being six inches or so. The other end of the chain was connected to none other than Draco Malfoy. 
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I say the sound of voices murmuring through the room.
“Now now everyone, the overall game is simple. Play our games or tasks and win to gain keys. The more keys the more links on your chain. Once it reaches three feet the spell brakes. The last couple stuck together loses. Or wins.” The twins say bouncing between each other talking.
I sigh, looking at Draco then at them.
“I’m gonna kill ‘em.” I say, hearing a huff.
“This makes no sense. You two didn’t come together.” Pansy says.
“Clearly not. That’s the point. Whoever you were standing close to is who you are stuck with. I’m just glad it wasn’t you.” I say glaring at her.
“Now first task. Hold hands with your partner.” One of the twins says grinning.
Once again the mix of voices fill the room but soon people start holding hands, a soft popping sound being heard as another link adds to their chains.
“This is ridiculous.” Pansy says, grabbing her partner's hand. Some hufflepuff kid that looks terrified and maybe excited to be stuck with her.
Sighing I reach for Draco’s hand, him snatching it away from me only jerking my wrist up following his movements.
“What are you doing? I’m not holding hands with a filthy mudblood.” He spits at me.
“Well I hate to tell you it’s either do that or be stuck with me all night. Who knows maybe the rest of the year. George and Fred happen to enjoy these kinds of pranks.”
“Fine.” He glares.
“But don’t get any ideas.” He says slowly lowering his hand.
“I wouldn't dream of it, big boy.” I say, taking his hand in mine. A soft pop is heard, another link being added to our cuffs. The cuff grows half an inch. Each link is only that long.
‘Oh joy.’ I think, wondering how long I was going to be stuck with him at this rate.
I look at the crowd of people, some of them still holding hands others not telling me I could let go.
I open my grip, expecting my hand to fall but I’m stopped when Draco’s fingers lace with mine. I look up at him, but find him staring straight ahead like he has no idea what he just did.
“Who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?” I whisper under my breath.
“Shut it.” He whispers back, making me blush.
I clench my jaw hoping he didn’t notice that it would look no different than my cheeks have all night.
Another round of pops fills the room as all the couples who let go of each other gain two links on their cuffs.
I can feel the smirk on my face from Draco making me glare up at him.
“Shut up.” I say sticking my tongue out at him, a cocky smile settling on his lips.
“Enjoy the party. We will give you your next task shortly.” The twins say disappearing.
“Oh my gosh really? That’s not fair!” Pansy says loudly.
“That’s my ear.” I say holding the ear she just screamed in.
“I’m going to find those two and-.” She mumbles going off into the crowd.
“She’ll never find them.” I say, more to myself than anyone.
“Lucky me.” Draco says, sounding annoyed.
“Well if you didn’t want to get stuck with me. Maybe you shouldn’t have been invading my space.” I say back at him.
He looks shocked for a second then sighs.
“Whatever.” He says, his forehead wrinkling up.
“I need a drink.” I sigh.
“Come on.” He says pulling me with him.
“Where are we going?” I say, having no choice but to follow him. I could drop our hands but I wasn’t about to lose two links.
“To get you a drink.” He says, not looking back at me.
“Okay?” I question, wondering why he was being nice.
I’m surprised to see the twins at the punch bowl chatting with a few other people. Neither of them have holding hand buddies. But no one around them seemed to mind.
“Ah, look who it is.” Fred I think says meeting my gaze.
“Shush.” I say, them snickering at my partner.
“I should have never come here tonight.” I say grabbing a cup to pour myself some punch.
“But you did.” Fred says.
“Now you're here.” George says, smirking.
“You two are both idiots.” Draco snaps.
“Calm down anger management.” I snap at him, elbowing him in the side.
“Only I can be me to my friends thank you.” I glare at him.
“Ahh enemies to lovers.” The twins say, nodding to each other.
“We can see it.” Fred says.
“We can.” George says.
“Why do you two have to talk in riddles?” I ask, looking at both of them.
They both shrug and grinning.
“Can we get our next task or whatever over with so I can go to bed?” I ask, not wanting to be here now that I was stuck to Draco all night.
Yes I wanted to win the bet and toy with him a bit but I didn’t want to be attached to him.
“Sure.”
“Whatever you say.” They say, disappearing.
“How do you stand them two?” Draco asks.
“They are funny.” I say shrugging trying to pour me a drink.
“Here.” Draco says holding my cup so it doesn't move then handing it to me.
“Thanks.” I say, taking it off the table and taking a drink.
“I’m surprised you would drink that. After the shot at the door.”
I shrug again.
“I’m already here. No point in worrying about it now.” I say, shifting my weight onto my left hip, making me bump shoulders with him.
“Sorry.” I say straightening back up.
He doesn't answer me. The twins appeared once again in the middle of the room.
“Alright everyone, next task. Show us your favorite couples pose. You have five minutes to decide. Choose wisely you’ll be like this for an hour.” They say, looking directly at me. A devilish grin on their faces.
I clench my jaw wishing I would have brought my wand to curse them.
Voices and music fills the room as people work everything out. Laughs mix in them, seeming to enjoy themselves.
“Oh my gosh come on.” I say dragging him with me.
I don’t give him time to respond as I walk towards the group of couches and chairs.
“I’m not standing for an hour.” I say to him watching the seats get filled up as others get the same idea as me.
Seeing a large chaise I rush towards it getting to it before anyone else.
“Sit.” I say looking at Draco, him looking me up and down.
“Please.” I say through gritted teeth.
“All you had to do was ask.” He says sitting down, our hands separating. It was clear that wasn’t the game we were trying to win anymore.
I watch Draco sit, him leaning back. I knock his legs apart as I climb onto the soft cushion, turn around and plant myself between his legs just as our timer goes off.
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✧˖*°࿐ Bruises pt. 2 | d.m
Draco Malfoy x f!reader, angst
Summary: A week after punching Draco, he finally talks to you. But he comes to realize that love isn’t always the answer.
W/C: 1.8k
a/n: thank you all for the support on the first part! i apologize in advance &lt;3
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Your friends laughed once more as you described how Draco’s face looked that day you punched him. It has been a week since then and you haven’t stopped thinking about it. The event still coming up a few times a day, as no one would have expected someone as kind as you to be the reason for the bruises left on Malfoy's face.
As the laughter settled down, you couldn’t help but be curious as to how Draco was doing. You haven’t seen him in a week and in all honesty you couldn’t help but wonder why he hasn’t tried to get back at you for what you did. What you didn’t know was that since the day you stood up for yourself, Draco hasn’t been able to get you out of his head. 
Immediately after you got into your common room, the boy turned completely red, his stomach erupting with butterflies as he thought about how your fist felt against his cheek. ‘I’m in love’ was all he could think as he walked to Madam Pomfrey in a daze. Each time he looked in the mirror, he couldn’t help but put his hand up to the yellow and purple bruise to try and remember what your skin felt like. 
It was a feeling that was new and confusing to him. He wanted to be mad at you, he wanted to hex you, to feel no remorse as he goes back to making your life a living hell, but for some odd unnamed reason, he couldn’t. He was completely enamored, every thought he had was of you, every time he walked into the Great Hall he would scan the room looking for your oversized robe and mismatched socks, but to his defeat you paid no attention.
On one occasion, Draco even went as far as to wait for you outside your potions class. He stood there for half an hour waiting for you to come outside, but to his dismay, you had skipped class that day to go to Hogsmeade with Harry. He walked back to his room in embarrassment after being caught lurking by Professor Snape. 
Despite his unsuccessful efforts, he knew that he would run into you soon. He put all his hopes on today.
The Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match was one that you would be sure not to miss, after all your two best friends were a part of the team. You couldn’t help but be grateful for a break from the stress of school and Draco. As you and Hermoine sat down on the stands, you couldn’t help but stare at the boy himself. He looked rather nervous, which was something unusual for someone of his caliber, as he fidgeted with the rings on his finger. His eyes moving back and forth threw the crowd almost as if he was looking for someone, that was until they landed at you. 
Letting out a small gasp you quickly looked away. Putting your head down to avoid eye contact with the boy that has made the past few years of your life a living hell. He however, couldn’t stop staring. Normally, he would be confident before a game, but today all he could think about was how you were watching. His stomach turned as he realized that you would be there to see whether he did poorly and embarrassed himself. Breathing in heavily, he tried to collect his nerves as the game started.
“Get it together, Malfoy.” he whispered to himself.
The game lasted for about two hours, the tension in the crowd was rising as the score was nearly tied, Gryffindor in the lead by only ten points. You watched carefully as your friend avoided an incoming bludger, giving you a smile before he took off again in order to find the snitch. 
“(Y/N?)” Hermoine interrupted your thoughts, looking at you with a small amount of worry in her face.
“Yeah?”
“By any chance have you talked to Draco?” She asked, giving you a small smile as you were taken aback. 
“No, no, I haven’t talked to him since last week,” you answered quietly, turning your head to look at him as he followed along behind Harry, “Why?”
“He’s been staring at you for most of the game.” 
“Wha–” you were cut off by the announcer over the speakers of the field.
“Draco Malfoy has caught the Golden Snitch! Slytherin wins!” The stands erupted with applause, cheers and a mix of boos echoing through your ears as you tried to find Draco. Your attempts being cut short as Hermoine grabbed you by the hand and led you down to where the players were.
After about twenty minutes, your friends finally came out to greet you. You gave each of them a hug and praised them for the good game. Your words of encouragement weren’t enough as the boys continued to complain about how unfair the match was, and how if McGonagall wasn’t there they surely would have given him a piece of their mind.
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“He’s never played like that, ever!” Harry complained once more as he took a bite out of his, now cold, steak. 
“Honestly! It’s like he was trying to impress somebody or something.” Ron agreed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to make sense of how they lost.
You glanced over at Hermione with a desperate look, but it was too late. “He was trying to impress (Y/N)! He was looking at her the whole game!” 
The boys simultaneously spat out their water, Ron choking a bit as Hermione gave him pats on the back to try and help out. They looked at you in shock, their mouths moving as they tried to come up with what to say but no words came out.
“He was not looking at me! He hates me. We all know that.” You said. Shaking your head as you tried to explain to your friends how there was no way that Draco could ever pay attention to you if it wasn’t without malicious intent.
“So you’re the reason we lost (Y/N), well I have to give it to you, you really did leave a nasty mark on Malfoy. Maybe you knocked something loose.” Ron finally managed to spit out, not before being hit on the back of the head by Hermione.
“You’re implying that (Y/N) is only likable by people who are out of their mind!” She responded while simultaneously rolling her eyes.
“Well actually,” Harry said, “I’m not out of my mind and I quite like –” but was cut off by someone clearing their throat behind you. 
You turned around only to be greeted by the devil himself. Your heart started racing, ‘this was it’, you thought, ‘he’s finally come for revenge.’ He shifted uncomfortably as he waited for someone to greet him, but finally spoke once he realized that no one was going to say anything. “(Y/L/N), may I speak to you,” he glanced over your friend's faces for a quick second before continuing, “alone.” 
You tried to respond but you couldn’t get a single word out of your mouth. Your breathing quickened in pace as you realized that you were going to be alone with Draco Malfoy once more. Surely you were going to get what was coming. 
“She doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“Shut it, Potter.” He sneered at your friend, “If she doesn’t want to speak with me then she is fully capable of telling me herself.” 
“O-okay.” You finally managed to muster out. The sooner you speak with him the sooner you can get it over with. Your friends gave you an apologetic smile as you started to get up from your seat. 
“If you need help, just call for me.” Harry whispered in your ear before you left, giving you a kiss on the forehead for reassurance. You smiled and walked off, following the blonde headed boy that was two steps in front of you.
The walk with Draco was unpleasant. Neither of you had anything to say, you both stared at your feet as you walked through the empty corridors of the castle. Looking up at him, you finally noticed the yellow and purple bruise on his jaw. While you wanted to smile, taking it as a token that you won, you couldn’t help but feel bad for the mark you left on him. 
Draco turned to look at you, feeling your gaze burning right through him, and finally spoke. 
“I just,” he started, “I wanted to apologize for how I’ve been treating you. I was hoping that we could start over.” His eyes still had those golden specks, and the wrinkles showed as he softly smiled. 
You couldn’t help but to stare at him in disbelief. Years of being harassed by Draco Malfoy, and now he decides that it’s time for you two to be friends? You were insulted. No amount of time, or therapy, could ever help you get over what he has done to you. You brought your shaky hand up before slapping him right across his bruised jaw, only this time you weren’t scared.
“If you think I can forgive you that easily, then you must be mistaken. I could never forgive you, Malfoy.” You spat out, his face full of confusion as he wasn’t expecting you to answer the way you did.
“But, (Y/N),” he spoke, “I’ve changed. Not to mention, you’re the one that punched me!”
“You deserved it! And I would do it again if I could!” You spat. Your words stabbing him a million times over. He shook it off and brought his hands over yours, your anxiety building up as you had no clue as to what he was capable of doing.
“But (Y/N), I love you.” Draco whispered to you.
You froze. You felt as if the walls were spinning around you, a high pitched screech ringing in your ears as you tried to keep yourself from falling down. He tried to help you, holding on to you, but you refused. You’d rather be cold on the ground than touched by Malfoy. Finally you brought yourself up to his face.
You stared at his eyes, those same eyes that have you captivated time and time again; you took in the way his hair fell in front of his face, the bags that he developed after not getting enough sleep unbeknownst to you that it was because he spent all night thinking of you, the healing cut on his cheek, and that damn yellow and purple bruise. 
Draco’s heart was beating out of his chest. Over the past few days all he’s been dreaming about was this moment. He wanted you. He wanted you more than he’s ever wanted anything else in his life. With a passion that could only come from the universe and stars themselves. He waited patiently for your response.
“Draco,” you began, running your thumb over the cut you left, “I could never love you.”
And then you walked away.
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malfoyswand · 1 year
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𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞
pairing: draco malfoy x reader
summary: draco malfoy pays you a visit in the infirmary after the battle of hogwarts, leading to healing for the both of you.
word count: 1.5k
genre: hurt/comfort, fluff
warnings: none, besides mention of the cruciatus curse being used
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You were woken up from your slumber by the feeling of a cold ice pack being pressed upon your head. Sighing softly in relief, you were thankful for the care Madam Pomfrey had provided you these last few hours. 
To be honest, you weren’t entirely sure what led you here. You could remember preparing for the battle against Voldemort and fighting off a few Death Eaters. Then, the world went black. 
Madam Pomfrey had been kind enough to fill you in. According to several students, one of the Death Eaters had used the Cruciatus curse on you. You fell to the ground and hit your head, causing a concussion along the way. The Death Eater had assumed you were dead after using the curse so many times, and left you lying there. 
But still, you don’t remember anything at all. Then again, you were not thinking about fighting off the Death Eaters at the time. Your mind was on something, someone, entirely different. 
“Thank you, Madam Pomfrey.” Your voice harshly spoke out as you winced slightly before opening your eyes. However, it wasn’t Madam Pomfrey holding the ice pack against your head. 
It was none other than Draco Malfoy. 
Only then did you realize the looks both of you, rather him, were getting. Your ears could hear the whispers of classmates besides you, asking each other how Malfoy had the nerve to step into Hogwarts after all his family had done. 
“Are you real?” That was all you could manage to say, oh, how idiotic that must have sounded. But truthfully, you thought this was a dream. 
You hadn’t truly gotten the opportunity to look at him up close for nearly a year, until now. His skin was much paler than before and his hair seemed to shine brightly in the setting sunlight. He looked like an angel who was here to pick you up and carry you away. 
The sound of his laughter drew you from your thoughts. “Even in the aftermath of a war, you still manage to find a joke. That’s talent, (Y/L/N).” 
You wasted no time in sitting up, wrapping your arms tightly around the Slytherin man before you. You weren’t sure if it was more for you or for him. 
“Draco Malfoy! I told you, keep her laying down, or else you’ll be kicked out of here, understand?” Madam Pomfrey wasn’t exactly too pleased with the Malfoy family, or any of the Death Eaters for that matter. In her view, they were the direct cause for every bed in the infirmary to be full. 
“Yes, Madam. My apologies.” Draco spoke softly, as if he was afraid to upset her. He helped you lay back down before sitting on the edge of the bed, keeping the ice pack pressed against your forehead. 
“I know I must be the last person you may want to see right now. But I have a reason I’m here, I swear it.” He continued to speak, his eyes scanning nervously over your face. 
You wouldn’t go that far, but you were confused to see him. You hadn’t spoken to him in almost a year, since the two of you had broken up during the sixth year. You knew he was a Death Eater, and you tried to love him through it. It was only a matter of time before Draco was ordered to eliminate all distractions, including you. 
It had been painful. You knew Draco Malfoy was not the villain of this story, but so many had painted him to be so. He never wanted to try to kill Dumbledore, or to destroy Hogwarts. The school was his home, a place of comfort where he could escape from his family. Unfortunately for the both of you, he had allowed the opinions of others to cause a division in your relationship.
He breathed a sigh of relief once he realized you weren’t going to force him out of the infirmary. “I tried to look for you during the battle, (Y/N). Once we..” He winced slightly at the notion of referring to himself as part of Voldemort’s army. “..were inside the castle, I was looking for you in every room he forced us into. My father became aware of what I was doing, he wouldn’t let me out of his sight to look for you on my own.”
“I should have done more to get free of his grasp, I could have prevented you getting hurt.” His eyes were full of despair and self-hatred as he looked at your head, along with the various bruises along your body. “I was praying to some higher power that I would find you first, not another Death Eater. Merlin, I wish I did. I never-”
He was interrupted by the sound of your own voice. “Draco, please, stop. None of what happened is your fault, okay?”
What he confessed left you speechless, you didn’t quite know what to say. You didn’t think his focus would be on finding you, his ex-girlfriend, during the battle. If anything, his focus should have been on surviving. Why would he even bother searching for you, what would have happened if he did find you?
“But it is!” His voice raised slightly, causing every other patient to turn their heads towards you two. After everyone went back to their conversations, he continued in a softer tone. “It is, don’t you understand? I should have followed my gut and never become a Death Eater. Bloody hell, I should have left my family behind while I’m at it. I would have saved this entire school a lot of pain.”
There was a bit of truth in his statement. In an ideal world, he should have never given into the pressures of his family. But the real world was much more complicated. Deep down, Draco lived to please his parents. He wanted to make them proud of him more than anything, the Malfoy family name survived only on his broad shoulders.
At least, the old Draco cared about the opinions of his parents. You weren’t sure about the one sitting in front of you. This one seemed much more restless and daring. 
The old Draco never would have expressed his feelings and regrets in such a carefree manner, even to those he trusted. He never would have shown up in a place that held much of those regrets, just for a girl he used to date. Nevertheless, he never would have shown up with his platinum blond hair a mess with bags under his eyes. 
“Draco, calm down.” You reached out slowly to place your hand on top of his, your thumb slowly caressing his hand. The movement was a familiar one, it was as if your body simply knew what to do when Draco was upset. Although, it used to be him comforting you. 
A soft smile appeared on his face, his fingers interlocking with yours. His eyes went back up to yours, it was as if he was searching for an answer inside your eyes. You squeezed his hand, telling him in a nonverbal way that everything was going to be fine. 
“This is pathetic. I should be the one comforting you, as you’re the one in a hospital bed.” He spoke, earning him a soft laugh escaping your lips. It was quite ironic, in all fairness. However, seeing Draco processing his feelings openly was a comforting thought. 
“You are comforting me, you know. I was surprised that you came back to see me, after everything.” The silence was heavy for a moment. That ‘everything’ held every moment that happened between the two of you. It held every conversation, every stolen glance, everything both of you were too afraid to say to the other.
He sighed softly, tilting his head to the side. “Even after all this time, you’re still surprised when I do something nice for you. Don’t you understand that I love you?”
His confession made you feel as if your breath was caught in between your throat. If you were honest with yourself, your feelings for Draco Malfoy didn’t stop the moment he left you after becoming a Death Eater. It had continued, as if your love for him was a ghost that wouldn’t leave you alone. It lingered in every room, its presence never faded.
In fact, the one thing you do remember during the battle is searching for him too. While you defended yourself, your mind was only focused on whether he was somewhere in the castle. You wondered how you could escape this situation and take him with you, safe from here. 
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spring that on you, especially right now.” You could faintly hear him cursing himself, you realized you hadn’t even responded to him.
“I love you too.”
That caught his attention. His eyes widened, a glimmer of hope returning to him. A slight smirk then appeared on his face, you could see the tension in his shoulders almost disappear into thin air. 
“Those were four words I thought I would never hear from you again.” He spoke softly, bringing your hand to his lips for a moment. “Now, I want you to rest that pretty head of yours and get better. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Yes, sir.” You laughed softly before closing your eyes. You knew the two of you would have more difficulties to address another day, but for now, the simple joy of Draco sitting by your side gave you an overwhelming sense of peace.
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guess who — poly!dragonott
pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader x Theodore Nott
warning(s): smut, vaginal sex, anal, double penetration, cursing, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f. receiving), masturbation, polyamorous relationship, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation
summary: your boyfriends are too excited to play a little game with you. are you able to earn your orgasms?
word count: 1.3k
author’s notes: if you know me, no you don’t.
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Finally, after a tough week of exams, some time for yourself. You were sitting on your bed, reading a book you had been dying to read all week, when both of your boyfriends unexpectedly burst into your room, surprising you.
“Fucking hell, don’t scare me like that!” you snarled at them. Theo and Draco both looked at each other with a smirk on their face, making you raise your eyebrow at them in confusion.
“We got a surprise for you, darling” Theo began as they both moved to your bed and sat next to you. Draco then took a blindfold out of his pocket and flung it in front of your face.
“We will try something… different tonight” Draco elaborated as he gave you a kiss.
“What? We’ve used a blindfold plenty of times before” you remarked, unsure of how this was anything new. Theo took the book out of your hands and placed it on your nightstand before kissing you passionately. Draco helped you in lying comfortably on your back while slowly wrapping the blindfold around your head.
“Hmm, yes. But tonight we will play a little game. We will only let you cum if you can guess who is pleasing you” Theo whispered into your ear as you licked your lips in anticipation. Gosh, you were completely intrigued by the idea. Your boyfriends were great at coming up with new ideas for in the bedroom. It wouldn’t be that hard to tell them apart, right?
“From now on, we won’t talk anymore” Draco stated as they both started undressing you. It was such a different experience to feel both of their hands up and down your body without your sight. It gave you goosebumps all over your body as your cunt grew wetter and wetter.
You heard one of them sitting next to you, his hands slowly moving from your breasts to your throbbing core. He skillfully rubbed circles on your clit before pushing two of his fingers into you at the same time, causing you to arch your back and moan, loudly. He started to move faster, nearly making you forget what you were supposed to be doing. You were thinking hard but remained clueless about who it might be until you felt the cold touch of Draco’s rings. Aha, got ’em .
“Draco! It’s… it’s Draco!” You proudly exclaimed, although with great difficulty, given how near you were to your release.
“Wrong” Theo said as you felt the fingers leaving you, making you feel empty. No, it couldn’t be. Draco was the only one who wore rings. You were ready to say something before you released that Theo must’ve taken Draco’s rings just to trick you.
“Oh, you dickhead!” you fumed as you heard both of them snicker, just now realizing how they’re playing this game.
Right after that, you felt one of them get in between your legs, hands on your thighs. You gasped when you felt a tongue touching your swollen clit. God, it felt so good. But, right. The game. You had to focus. It must’ve been Draco, considering that Theo had already fingered you. You knew Draco would be too impatient to let him go two times in a row.
“It’s… Draco!” you stammered, a bit uncertain this time.
“Hmm.. good girl” Draco praised from between your legs. You felt proud of yourself this time, especially since you felt so close to your release. Draco’s tongue moved at a short and quick pace over your clit, you could practically feel his cocky smirk. Your hand grabbed his hair as your climax hit you, causing you to let out shaky breaths. It felt incredible, as usual. Draco was amazing at giving oral. But… Draco didn’t stop. It was becoming too much now, your sensitive clit being assaulted by his tongue.
“Draco…I- I already came” you whimpered, the overstimulation almost forcing you to push him away as you felt another orgasm approaching.
“Well, we didn’t say how many orgasms if you got it right, now did we?” Theo whispered into your ear, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. Draco’s tongue moved rapidly as another orgasm hit you, even more intense this time, causing you to moan his name a little too loudly.
“Such a slut, isn’t she, Theo?” Draco moved away from your legs before you heard a belt unbuckle. You were trying your hardest to figure out where the sound was coming from but you couldn’t focus as you were still coming down from your high.
“It’s like you want everyone to hear you, love” Theo groaned before kissing you. You then heard another belt as well, making you even more confused. Before you could think about it any further, you felt either Theo’s or Draco’s cock teasing your folds. He didn’t waste any time as he slid right in, with ease as well given how wet you already were. So big. Whoever was inside you moved at a steady pace while you tried your utmost to figure out who it was, with much difficulty as the pleasure was too overbearing. You figured they wouldn’t let Theo fuck you now because that would be too obvious, so you went with Draco once again.
“I- I think it’s Draco!” you said hesitantly, hoping he would let you at least finish once more.
“Aww, too bad, baby. I’m right here” Draco teased from right beside you, gently stroking your face while Theo was still fucking you. You felt disappointed and they picked up on it right away.
“Don’t worry, darling. We will let you cum” Theo assured, not slowing down whatsoever. You felt a glimmer of optimism yet again.
“Only if you take the both of us” he added shortly after, surprising you as your eyes widened underneath the blindfold. You were just a little apprehensive about the idea, but more than willing to try it. Anal wasn’t something new to you, so it would be fine you figured. Besides, having them fucking you at the same time? It sounded like heaven to you.
“Okay! I want to do it” you desperately said, feeling the anticipation raging through your body. Theo quickly flipped you around as Draco got underneath you, placing you on top of him. Draco guided your hips as you sunk down on him while Theo positioned himself behind you. You heard Theo grab the lube as he rubbed himself with it before entering you as well. Oh my fucking god. The feeling of being stretched out by both of your boyfriend’s cocks at the same time. It was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. It was indescribable how good it felt.
Your mouth fell wide open as both of your boyfriends began to move at a slow pace, making sure not to hurt you in any way. Your head felt like it was spinning at this new sensation. They both began to increase their pace, causing you to see stars.
From behind you, Theo's fingers reached your core, massaging 8-figures on your sensitive clit. It was becoming too much when both of them hit that one spot inside of you, sending you over the edge. You moaned loudly while your nails dug into Draco’s shoulders before you collapsed on top of him. Not much later, they both came as well, emptying themselves deep within your holes, causing you to whimper in overstimulation.
After all three of you came down from your highs, Theo quickly grabbed a towel to clean you before lying down next to you and Draco.
“That was… so good. Are you guys okay?” you questioned, trying to catch your breath.
“Are you really asking us if we’re okay?” Theo said, laughing a bit as Draco added, “Darling, that was fucking amazing”
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