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Awaken Me | Tobias Eaton

pairings — four/reader | divergent au! |

summary : four seems to pick on you especially—and you figure out why. it’s because you both share the same secret.

warnings : none i think?

authors note : i forgot about this and decided to upload it even tho it’s unfinished…

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Your eyes burned slightly as you blinked away tears, confused as to why you couldn't find that certain...

Anger.

Wren, a curly haired blonde that belonged in Amity—somehow landed in Dauntless. But during combat, her frail arms would summon the strength of twice the muscle capacity she contains. If you hadn't seen her flip a man twice her size over her figure—

You wouldn't have believed it.

Anyways, Wren had told you that she had reached that certain level of fighting simply by thinking of what angered her most. The the thing was, nothing horrible had happened to you.

You were born and raised in Amity, where the crime rate remained a negative 0–if that were possible, it would be rated just that.

Your ma and pa sheltered you, as you were their only child. You were also extremely close with them, but after getting your screen test back—it was time to begin a new chapter in your life. One that would drag and smash you to the ground like a bug.

Which is what happened now—basically.

Gritting your teeth, you rolled over to dodge one of your opponents lashes. Fortunately, the girl wasn't a merciless bitch, and let you stand up whilst getting back into position. With shaky fists, you gulped, muttering a quick curse before her own swung towards your chin.

But—

The beating never came. The throbbing rush of warm blood thrashing in your veins never crashed. Your jaw was in tact, and you weren't flopped on the ground like a beaten animal.

Your eyes snapped open, flashing over to the strong hand wrapped around Turner's wrist. Turner, the girl you were fighting, gulped as she stood back from Four. His chest radiated of a warm essence that burnt your cheeks—especially with the smirk dripping off his face.

"Turner," he released her grip, not glancing at you, "It appears the Mary Poppins hasn't improved. Isn't fair to you, is it?"

Your throat went dry, remembering how much of a total prick he was. At first, you thought he was hot, so you deemed him to maybe be a good person. But after you figured one of his life goals was to torment and embarrass you—you checked your values and common sense.

His eyes were dark, but still weren't ever fluttered onto your figure—almost as if he didn't even want to look at you. It damaged your confidence more, knowing you were probably going to be factionless if you didn't shape up soon.

Turner only shrugged, dropping her arm back to her side before placing both hands on her hips. She raised a brow at you as you let out a sharp breath, wiping the imaginary dust off your palms before looking down at the ground and stepping off the fighting podium.

Your ears ring as her blows caused you some damage. Chewing on your bottom lip, you held back your defeated thoughts as Wren threw an arm around your shoulder,

"It's okay. I got a few beat downs my first year here. It gets better," she attempted to cheer you up. You merely hummed as she continued, "Anger, _ _. That's what powers you. You need—“

“I know,” you snapped, stopping your feet before rolling your eyes at her, “I know. But I’m not an angry person, and I’m shit at fighting.”

Her eyes narrowed, “Pity isn’t what makes you a Dauntless, _ _,” she stepped towards you, poking a nimble finger into your heart, “So instead of whining, kid, maybe you should just stop thinking and fight.”

Slowly nodding, you stood there as she headed over to the cafeteria for lunch. You noticed that the boxing bag area was empty—and it clicked in your head what Wren said.

Fight.

Bringing your fists up, you got into a fighting stance and threw your first punch. With gritted teeth, you felt the material bruise up your knuckles—but you wanted to feel it. Feel the pain. If you couldn’t feel the pain, then pity would just Pool around in your chest instead.

And you hated pity.

Hissing as you retracted your first, you did it again. Then repeated on the other fist. Every time the cool leather collided with your knuckles, it sent a sharp pain up your hand. But you stood through it, until the next time you swung, you didn’t realize the bag had made its own hit towards you—swinging and hitting your body with a harsh force.

Letting out a grunt, your body slammed into the cold cement of the training sector. Your ribs ached as you didn’t twitch to get up, instead accepting that you were going to be factionless if you didn’t get back up.

Get back up, _ _. You have to.

Sweat dribbled down your forehead as you landed another punch to the bag. You made it a mission to skip lunch so you could train, because you'd rather starve than be factionless. Breathing harshly through your teeth, you felt the muscles slightly tense in your arms.

"Mary poppins hasn't improved, has she?"

You felt your lip curl as you delivered another brutal hit, finally taking victory in the bag. You released a grunt as your fists kept colliding with it.

You were going to show that stuck up son of a—

"You're supposed to eat in order to gain muscle. Didn't teach you that back in Amity, huh?" You heard a voice quip, a deep and gravelly voice.

Jumping from surprise, your head snapped over to see Four leaning against one of the bags. His eyes were focused on you, smoky and stormy. You looked away from him instantly, but kept your focus on him, "Skipping lunch won't make you a Dauntles—"

"If someone tells me one more time what does or doesn't make me a Dauntless, I might just fucking shoot myself," you raised your voice, feeling the patience that usually you held snapped like a tree branch. Four's eyes stayed narrowed as he now crossed his arms, the muscles protruding from that caramel, ink covered skin of his.

You gulped, "I meant—"

He stood up straight, a smirk creeping into his plump, pink lips as he stepped towards you, "You're nothing but a farmer. You cannot train remotely enough to become one of us," he hissed, venom laced in his words. Something swirled in his eyes, making your jaw lock,

"You don't have anger. You have self pity, and Dauntless don't pity themselves. They fight, and are willing to give up their life for people. How can you fight others when you're fighting yourself already?"

You blinked, feeling anger begin to rise within you. It was a foreign feeling—but you didn't hate it. If anything, your veins welcomed the poisonous rage, but you bit your tongue.

Four laughed darkly, "You can't even speak up for yourself. Surely, you should go back to those farmers," he continued, making your fists balled up at your sides. As he continued to degrade you and your home, well— people who used to be your home, it rose.

The anger rose. It felt as the ground begun to shake, sudden flashes of all the combat you had witnessed before your eyes playing like a rapid slideshow in your mind. The cracks of the bones whenever someone would slip their foot beneath someone—breaking their balance.

Your eyes flickered up to his. He paused right before you, the scent of cologne filling your nose as your chest heaved deeply. Every sense of angst within you was on fire as he tilted his head.

"You don't belong here. But I doubt you'll be able to go home, since your parents disow—"

Your foot slipped under him, trapping him to the ground with a grunt from him. Your teeth clenched as you aimed to punch him, but he immediately snapped his eyes into yours. With furrowed brows, he grabbed your wrist and striked your leg with a harsh kick.

Your knee buckled, a bullet of pain shooting through your muscles. The cold concrete pavement of the training sector burned the flesh on your cheek, ears ringing as a dull ache formed in your back from the landing.

“C’mon, _ _,” Four chuckled, more so in a tiresome way than a tormenting tone. His chest heaved as I blinked, “Get up. Don’t give up now.”

It clicked. Was he…training you?

A boost if adrenaline shot through you. He believed in you. That was the push you needed to balance your wobbling arms off the ground, barely being able to push your body—but you did. Your fists balked at your sides as you gulped, accidentally melting into his cold eyes.

They weren’t as cold, though. As if the ice had slightly melted—but there was still another thick layer.

“Fighting is a dance,” he murmured firmly, grabbing your arm and spinning you around. You let out a harsh breathe as he held your back against his chest, before roughly pushing you away. You hit one of the punching backs, grunting as he smirked, “Until it’s not.”

“Can’t imagine dancing with you,” your eyes narrowed—only making his smirk grow.

But you didn’t hear a response, instead your eyes noticed he was about to take a step forward. Then, you watched his arm twitch—ducking before delivering a jab to his side. He flinched, which broke the barrier, and you didn’t wait to kick him down to the ground.

With a loud thud, you watched as his braid figure slammed against the ground. Picking up your feet, you darted towards him. Every single insult he’d ever thrown at you replayed in your head. He was trying to anger you.

Did he perhaps…care?

Sliding your knee across the ground, you grabbed both of his hands and held him down. Your hair fell over your face, panting deeply, as you used the rest of your strength to fight off his. His hues twitched to yours, something flashing in his eyes as they met yours.

Your throat became dry. Butterflies erupted in your tummy, a warm feeling hugging your heart.

Feeling the cheeks in your face burn—you felt the world slowly silence around you as your eyes melted onto his. You didn’t know if it was your imagination, or the adrenaline pumping in your veins—but you swore you felt his long fingers slowly graze your thigh.

Wait—

How did they get fre—

And in an instant, you were flipped into the ground. His strong hands held you down, gripping your wrist, as his muscular chest held down yours. Bodies pressed against one another, his grunts filling your ears…it was truly a sight.

A musky scent flooded your senses as you felt like you were high, wanting to reach out and touch that sculpted jaw of his. The stubble poking from his skin is probably scratchy against your palm, but his flesh still looked smooth and supple.

Despite his appearance coming off ragged and rough.

“That’s how you fight like a Dauntless,” He taunted darkly, making your brows raise in shock, “You’ll do just fine in ranks if you uh—“

His eyes fluttered to your lips, before he gulped and squeezed his eyes shut. He pushed himself off the floor, away from you, before dusting off his pants, “You should do just fine, _ _.”

Before you could say anything, he cleared his throat and made his exit.

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Day 96 “He always comes for her”

Death eater Draco falling in love with Hermione has to be my favorite dramione trope EVER. Here’s a different version with him wearing the mask (gotta feed that mask kink huehuehue)

And HERE’s a tiktok I made that got me good in my shriveled little black heart. Enjoy!

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pairings — draco/reader | captive au! | “_ _ = Y/N |

word count: 6k 😯

sypnosis: you were a captive in the war, captured by one of the most vicious death eaters. his wife goes on a trip, unable to comfort him as he fails another mission. when he gets drunk..and pays a visit to your room…things take a drastic turn.

warnings: dirty smut at the end, angst, cheating, infidelity, mostly proof read, fingering, oral

authors note: this is based on my fanfic on wattpad, but it’s wayyyyy darker on there so if u f with this or want a part two check out my book cuz i only do one-shots on here whoops. but if lots of ppl want a part 2 then mayb cuz i love this plot. its called dissonant if ur interested ! okok enjoy byee

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You tapped your nails against the cool chains tightened around your neck—the end being attached to the corner part of the wall. A yawn tore from your lips, arching your back as you sat up from the sheet less mattress. There had been only one blanket, which you used to cover yourself due to it being the freezing temps of winter. A long peasant white gown was your attire on the daily, hair shielded away from your features in a high ponytail.

Being a captive in the Malfoy household hadn’t been as horrible as it sounded. You kept to yourself, always in the room, only reason being here because you were forced to prove Astoria Greengrass company.

She was kind, yes. But she had a horrible spending problem, if you recall correctly from the married couple’s arguments. His voice would boom throughout the manor, but she would just shush him and go on with her night. And on top of that, the only thing she would talk about is herself and her accomplishments. No one could stand her. Which is why you had to be her friend, by force.

As you combed your hair with one Astoria had given you, one of her old ones, you hummed to yourself. It had been purple with white gems glued onto the handle. Placing it onto the wooden desk inside your room, you flinched as a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” you muttered quietly.

Astoria stepped inside with her glossy red heels. A red dress, with puffed short sleeves—wrapped around her thin waist. A red lipstick painted smile curved onto her lips, “Hello, dear,” she sighed, the scent of perfume filling the area. Her large blue eyes flickered to you, “I shall be leaving for a a few days. It’s fashion week in Paris,” she explained, an excited tone laced in her voice.

You faked shock. You could care less. You had to be stuck here, anyways. Away from your family.

“Wow, that’s amazing!” You decided to sweeten it up a bit, grabbing her hands and sending her a tight smile. “Do tell me allll about it when you come back.”

“Of course, dear.” Astoria’s eyes flashed with approval. Pulling her hands away from yours, you spotted her wiping her palms onto her dress whilst nervously laughing. Irritation rumbled in your chest, your smile twitching but staying on your face, “Now—don’t miss me too much. And try to do something with that hair of yours, darling. You’re a woman, embrace it!”

You held back an eye roll as she clapped her hands, “Very well! Au revoir, Janet!”

Janet. The name that she had given you. You didn’t realize how shallow she had been until now. Her hips swayed as the door shut behind her, leaving you alone once again. Her perfume lingered, causing your nose to wrinkle. She treated you like a peasant, not even asking what your real name had been. She didn’t even care.

She probably thought she was better than you. Just because of her high status and designer handbags. And with those snobby remarks of here, how could anyone stand her?

Rain pattered against the window of your room. It was fairly large, your mattress lodged in the corner. A green window pane was used as one of the walls—leaving a refreshing outlook to the room. You sat against it now, hand pressed against the cool glass as you counted the droplets.

The lock clicked to unlock your door. You snapped your head to see someone walking inside. Well,

…falling more like.

The drunken man, who reeked of alcohol, happened to be Draco Malfoy. Your captor. The Mind Reaper.

He infiltrated people’s minds, using their fears to kill and torture them. It was absolutely cruel, but it also meant he had been a very gifted Legilimens. You had never seen his face before, though. Always covered by a red skull mask, unlike now. He hadn’t been covered in blood, and looked the complete opposite of threatening.

His blonde strands fell over his eyes. Red rings around his eyes, his sharp features almost making him look unreal. A black t-shirt tightened around his bulging biceps, probably twice the size of yours. His muscular thighs were hidden by a pair of black jeans, a silver chain glinting beneath the faint torch light.

“Fuck,” he growled, accidentally ripping the door handle off as he used it for leverage to get back onto his feet. You gasped as he tossed it behind him, into the hallway. Narrowing those stormy, baby blue eyes at you. “Well, well, well. Why do I keep a pretty little thing like you locked away in here?”

You gulped. Didn’t he have a wife? Had they fought again? But from the look in his eyes, he wasn’t even thinking about her, studying your figure. He had only interacted with you once, when he had captured you. But he had a mask on, and was also sober. Every since that day, Draco stayed clear from you.

But he now had barged into your room, telling you he wanted you. This mysterious man with protruding muscles and a sadistic smirk had kidnapped you. It turned you on, for some reason. It was shameless. Out of the months you’ve been here, you finally felt excitement. Even if he had been a mass murderer.

But he was a horrible person. You couldn’t betray your moral ground. He had killed thousands of The Order members.

“Would you fancy a drink?” Draco raised a brow, stepping closer to you. Slowly approaching. You licked your lips as your chest rose, “Scratch that. You’re my property—and I order you to have a drink.”

The tension doubled, room shifting to a different energy. It felt like he had been a predator, waving his hand to hold another bottle of whatever he had been drinking. Fire Whiskey printer on the bottle in golden letters. He handed it to you, “Go on.”

Your eyes flew to the bottle, then flickered back to the man before you. His smirk had been sadistic, yet so alluring. His eyes looked expectant.

“I—“

“Go. On.”

He repeated, his smirk fading. Being replaced by a firm look, piercing eyes boring into yours. “If you hate my bitch of a wife as much as I do, you’ll drink with me.”

Without a second thought, your hand shot out and grabbed the bottle. Draco watched with glinting eyes. Whipping your head back, you let the acidic tasting liquid slide down your throat without ease. Coughs followed after.

You heard clapping. “Good girl!”

The praise made your thighs clench. A severe wave of heat sparked into you lower area, keeping your distance between the both of you. “One more for me.”

You wanted to protest. But the way his teeth sunk into his plump bottom lip, with lit up eyes, slightly hooded with something unknown swirling in them. Your chest felt like it had dived off a thirty story building with the look he was currently giving you.

Clearing you throat, you nodded, before taking another swig. This time you kept coughing, Draco taking the drink from you as the alcohol left a sour trail down your throat. Deep, guttural chuckles rumbled from his chest.

“You obey me so well,” he muttered, running a large hand through his strands. “Rather have married you than that cunt. A blood traitor is more tolerable than a pitiful existence like her.”

You didn’t say anything, staring at him with wide eyes. He sloshed around the alcohol in his hand before bringing it back to his lips. His sharp jawline became your view, the sight of him pouring the alcohol down his throat without flinching and then back to smirking at you making you even more turned on. You had never seen someone so..manly.

Perhaps you could seduce him. To convince him to let you leave. It appeared he was extremely keen with you, a hungry look in his eyes. You needed to get back to your family, wondering if they had even been alive. The thought haunted you.

It had only been your father and sister. Your entire life. And you never fought, you weren’t much of a fighter in the war. But your sister was, and when she got injured out on the field—you ran from the bunker underground to help her. Unfortunately, by the time you had gotten to her, a Death Eater got a hold of you. You shouted for her to run, which is what she did.

She ran.

And left you.

You both knew you couldn’t leave your father alone for himself. It was a mutual agreement in the matter of seconds.

Besides, your sister was far more valuable than you. It was for the best. You risked your life for your family, and you would’ve done it again. And again.

“How do you stand her?” Draco questioned, setting the bottle down onto the desk. His fingers swept across the furnace as he titled his head towards you, knitting his brows. “You must be a sweet little thing, huh?”

“I’m not sure if this is appropriate. Madam isn’t here,” you finally spoke up, your words hypocritical to how you actually felt. You couldn’t possibly be a home wrecker. “I think it’d be best—“

Feeling a strong hand grab your throat, all in one moment, you cried out as your back slammed against the wall. Cool, silver fingers that shined under the moonlight melted against your flesh. With bulged eyes, you breathing stuttered as Draco chuckled darkly. His scent of faint cologne and musk wafted up your nostrils.

“You’re so loyal to her. How cute. If only you knew how horrid she speaks of you.”

You blinked at him. “What…kind of things?”

Your voice had came out quiet. Small. Considering his bulky hand was still wrapped around your throat, barely squeezing. His eyes flashed to your lips before meeting yours.

A wolfish smirk crossed his features, “How you’re a no good mute—and she feels sorry for how ugly and poor you appear. She believes her presence gets infected with yours, so she even showers then meditates after your meetings. One time, she even asked me to fetch a new girl to forcefully befriend her. And when I told her you’d most likely be killed…”

His smirk grew.

“..she told me that you could meet her in hell.”

Your jaw clenched at his words.

That…bitch!

You had been nothing but kind to her, and she talks shit to her husband about you? How could anyone tolerate this woman?

An unhealthy amount of rage consumed through you. Your eyes only saw red. You didn’t think she liked you that much, but to talk so crudely about you and not even blink an eye if death was thrown your way. When she had the power to save your life. It made you feel used—pathetic.

Your body slightly shook. The alcohol began to warm your body, a slight buzz growing in the center of your brain. Your vision became more glossy and bright, a pulsing in your lower abdomen growing as Draco looked down at you.

He must’ve been six foot something, your shoulders reaching his abdomen. Slightly hunching so he can be eye level with you, he faked worry, “Oh? You don’t like her very much anymore do you?”

The feeling was growing. Lips inches away from yours, hot breath fanning your face. His throat fell to your cheek.

“You smell divine.”

“That’s not the topic of discussion.”

“But it’s still a topic I’d like to delve into,” he murmered, leaning in to whisper into your ear. Shivers ran down your spine as his smooth voice filled your senses, “Tell me, _ _, are you as innocent as you seem?”

He knew your name.

And his question, it made you tingle.

“How—“ You breathed,

“How do you know my name?”

Another chuckle blessed your ears. Your anger had flooded away, feeling sensitive everywhere. Goosebumps covered your neck as a pair of soft lips gently pecked the side of it. Shutting your eyes, a soft moan played in the room.

His fingers dove back behind your neck, pushing you against him. Draco’s hips dug into yours, a hard bulge rubbing against your core. It caused another moan to slip as he soothed the ache between your legs. Teeth sinking into your skin, your hand flew to his shoulder for support, “Oh!”

And then his lips trailed up your neck, using his other hand to grab your ass. He smacked it before pushing you onto him, being able to feel his chiseled body under his clothes. So much adrenaline. Like if you had pulled away from him, you would get burned.

And you didn’t want to get burned.

Your legs opened for him as he lifted you, your back against the wall once again as he held you in his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck, grinding against him with whimpers and cries being muffled against his relentless lips as he slammed his against yours.

A hint taste of cigarettes and alcohol was what you tasted. His warm tongue swiped across your bottom lip, before taking a nip. He growled at as you cried out, pulling his strands. He sucked gently on the sore area before shoving his tongue inside.

“Been wanting to do this since I first saw you. That’s why I took you,” he groaned against you. A sharp thrust against your core, his cock deliciously rubbing against you, made your eyes roll back. “You were always going to be mine. Ever since I saw you on that battlefield, _ _. I just had to have you.”

His words should’ve disgusted you. Repulsed you. But they didn’t, they made the wetness grow between your thighs inside your gown. But it did slap you back to reality.

He was married.

And this was wrong.

You couldn’t.

“Stop,” you breathed, opening your eyes. Draco pulled away, narrowing his eyes. Your hands flew to his chest, pushing him away. Your feet landed on the floor as the man furrowed his brows, “I’m sorry. I just—I can’t do this. You’re drunk—“

He stepped away. Without a word. You watched as he swallowed thickly, letting out a sigh before glancing at the window.

“Forgive me. This was a mistake,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t look at you, a stoic expression crossing his features as he cleared his throat and walked out the door. It didn’t close properly, a door knob missing, but you were sure Draco knew you weren’t planning on leaving your room.

Well, that was quick. You were almost bummed he gave up so quickly.

Astoria had been gone for a few days now. You staid in your room, so no, you hadn’t seen Draco either.

You weren’t sure when she was coming back, but whatever had happened between Draco and you must have been a one time thing—because he never came to your room again. The door had been unlocked, the knob never being fixed. Which confused you, because if Draco wanted to he would’ve.

And so, after four days, you decided to explore.

Stepping out horrified you. After being here a few months, you never managed to step outside. There had always been a lock. But now, you were free to do what you pleased. You couldn’t escape, unfortunately, due to their being wards and charms casted around the house.

But exploring was better than nothing.

You were tired of sitting in your room.

And so you wandered. A long black hall, filled with paintings of all sorts. One room was lit at the end, a light illuminating the open door. It smelled of burning wood, realizing a fire place must’ve been left on. It smelled wonderful. Holding up the ends to your white peasant gown, with peering eyes, you carefully made your way to the light.

As you reached closer, your hands slid on the walls. A smooth, non-rough paint was applied on them, a black color. It made the manor look much more creepy at night.

Tilting your head, you craned your neck to peek past the doorframe.

And that’s when you almost gasped.

Covering your other hand on your mouth, your eyes continued to watch as Draco Malfoy pleasured himself on his office chair. As you presumed, a fireplace was in the center wall. A bottle of Fire Whiskey, the one you drank from, was on the desk along with a laptop.

Glasses rested on the desk, discarded and forgotten whilst his large hand tugged at his pink cock. The tip was flushed, blonde patches of curls at the bottom. It looked delicious as pre-cum dribbled out the thick head, peeking out his hand everytime his wrist flicked.

You licked your lips, knowing you were going to touch yourself later to this. Draco’s head had been thrown back, low deep moans passing those parted, plump lips of his. You craved them against your mouth again.

This had been wrong, but you didn’t care. Not at this moment.

And then his moans began to quicken. A white button up with his sleeves rolled up halfway, was now half way unbuttoned as his strands once again fell over his eyes. You noticed his abs, glistened in sweat, begin to clench as he neared his high.

“Fuck, _ _.”

Your name fell from his lips. You couldn’t believe your eyes, cheeks turning pink like his cock as he began to come. White ribbons shot from his head as he tossed his head back, showing off his adams apple. Your core had been drenched at this point, a sticky mixture of your juices moistening your inner thighs.

You wanted to go in there and lick the cum off his tip, hopping onto his cock and making him cum again. His large, strong hands gripping your ass as he guided you with praises in your ear. Thick fingers wrapped around your throat, making you—

“_ _?”

Your eyes snapped open, locking eyes with Draco. He had a small smirk playing on his lips, cum still on his stomach, as you jumped in your spot.

“I’m so—sorry!”

Blurting out the words, you spun around and retreated back to your room. You were never exploring again.

You had been absolutely morrified.

Not only had you walked in on Draco touching himself, you had also touched yourself afterwards. Later that night you shook on your fingers, wishing they were his—guilt consuming your chest. The sight of his cum spurting from the tip, head thrown back as groans left his throat burned your brain.

Another few days had rolled by. Not a knock at the door, until Astoria had returned. You had to remain on good graces with her, otherwise she could have you possibly killed. Just like Draco had mentioned. She held the authority.

So when she came into your room, knocking of course..you began to panic. You didn’t know how to face her, when a couple nights prior you had shamelessly kissed her husband. In this very room. Drunken and sloppy. But it had also been the best kiss you ever had, without a doubt. You could taste his scent on your lips, hands squeezing your as—

“Janet!” She called, “I hope you’re decent. I’m coming in,” she didn’t wait for you to reply. You were standing in front of the door, with wide eyes, and a tight lipped smile. Your cheeks felt like they had been on fire. Astoria’s brows rose, “Darling! How much did you miss me?”

You held back bile. You wanted to slap that smile off her boney features, “Very much so.”

She giggled, clapping her hands. “It was amazing, dear. The flight was a bit long, and I was absolutely fami—“

You zoned out at her words as she began to provide details of her trip you couldn’t care less about. Keeping a simple smile on your lips, you couldn’t help but imagine Draco kissing her. Had they been intimate? Surely not recently if he had been touching himself. And he had said your name, not hers.

You felt your chest swell with pride.

Even with all her makeup, dresses, and fancy perfumes—Draco wanted you. The prisoner who hadn’t touched makeup in ages and wore the same dress everyday. It was washed of course, three times a week by the house elves. You had two of them, the dresses. And as for the house eleves, you never ran into them. They usually left your food at the door but that was about it.

And by the time they dropped off the food, they would apparate away with a crack.

You wondered if what Draco told you what Astoria had said about you was true. But you could believe it, noticing an empty look behind those eyes of hers. It almost seemed eery how invested into herself she was, the more she talked—the worse it became.

No wonder Draco thought she was a cunt.

After a few more minutes, she finished finally. “—but yes—thank you for asking. I had a wonderful time as expected.”

You didn’t ask.

Astoria furrowed her perfectly plucked brows, “Darling…have you bruised your neck?”

Your eyes bulged.

Covering the hickey, you stuttered as cold waves of ice kept washing over you. “I—uh—well, you see Madam, I was looking out the window and slipped like the idiot I am. And my neck, it—crushed into the window ledge.”

That was the worst fucking lie you ever gave.

But for an airhead like Astoria, it worked.

She hummed, “I see. Perhaps we should schedule a screening test for your brain. It appears your growing worse with your words,” she smiled sweetly at you. Your nostrils flared as she patted your shoulder. “Anywho—I shall surprise Draco now. He doesn’t know I’m back yet.”

Biting back a curse, she sent you one more look before shutting the door behind her. And that was when you noticed—

The door still hasn’t been fixed. And she didn’t even notice.

With an angry grunt, you stalked over to the mattress. Lifting it, you uncovered the original bottle Draco had left in here before he had stormed out. You hadn’t drank since, but decided to wash away the anger this devil of a woman kept causing you. How could someone be so—

Ugh!

Throwing your head back, the alcohol burned your lips and throat as it slid down. Staring out the window, you blinked as the world began to grow more clear once again around you.

Everything had been glossy. Shiny. Moving in fast forward. How many shots had you taken?

Five..? Six…?

And everytime you kept thinking about Draco, and those plump pink lips of those—you took another shot. Gagging and coughing out. Until the bottle had finished.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself, forehead leaning against the chilled glass. Your core had been pulsing again. Alcohol seemed to make you care less about consequences, and more about what you got in the moment. And currently, you wanted to fuck the shit out of your captor.

Draco Malfoy.

Flashes of his hands running across your figure flickered in your mind. The way his voice spoke your name. Abs drenched in his cum. You wanted to cling onto his large bicep as he slipped his face between your thighs, devouring every inch of you until you turned to ash. To feel his hair between your fingers as your heels dug into his shoulders, begging for his cock.

Tossing the empty bottle onto your mattress, your drunken mind sought to find the blonde. It had been night time, and you didn’t care if Astoria was with him. It would be a plus if the bitch could watch.

Everything wobbled. You kept your hands on the wall as you made your way down to his office. The office door had been closed, so you finally noticed the large wooden platform. It had gold accents in the corners, and noises came from behind it. In your drunken mind, you could’ve sworn they were moans.

And then more.

Pressing your ear to the door, a woman began to cry out, “Yes! Faster!”

Your heart twitched.

Draco had been fucking her.

When he was supposed to be fucking you.

And like a fool, you had finally realized he only missed his wife. He probably had an argument before with her before she went to Paris, and now that she was back, he could have her again. Most likely made up with sex.

You hated that bitch.

But you hated him more.

You were glad you didn’t have sex with him. He had been The Mind Reaper after all. He wasn’t a good, honest person at all. He would kill people with their deepest, darkest thoughts. A man like that couldn’t possibly care about anyone other than himself.

How could you have forgotten?

A knock sounded at your door.

Standing up from looking out the window, you decided to open it. And your mouth almost dropped.

“Draco!”

His eyes slightly widened. Holding a finger to his lips towards you, he grabbed your arm before pulling you out your room. You remained quiet, with a pissed and confused look, as he stepped inside his office down the hall and slammed the door behind the two of you.

Furrowing your brows, you stared at him as he released his grip on your arm. You heard Astoria’s heels click against the wooden floor of the manor, annoyance creeping within you. Draco had on his all black suit, appearing he had just returned from business. “What the hell are you doing? She’ll find us.”

“You don’t leave your room. I didn’t fix the lock on purpose,” he replied with a stern tone, earning a scoff from you. He looked a bit taken aback at your demeanor as you placed your hands on your hips. Draco clenched his jaw, “For your sake, I hope that was a sigh and not an attitude.”

You remained silent, unable to hold his piercing stare. He could crack a glass with one glare. Feeling small beneath him, you simply aimed to spin around and walk away. But when you reached for the knob, his chest slammed into your back. His hand flew to your chest to stop you from falling against the door, pulling you into him as his lips graze your ear, “Why do you keep fighting it? I know you saw me, dove.”

He held amusement in his voice, large hands gently squeezing both of your breasts through your gown. You shook your head, knowing he had just touched that wench just before you. You turned your body to face Draco and pushed him off, him not even stumbling back. His eyes did form into daggers though, sending you a scowl.

“What do you take me for?”

Draco was unamused. His upper lip curled, “I beg your pardon?”

“You like having multiple women, is that it? For different times of the day?” The words held a sour taste in your mouth, stepping back from him. Draco stared at you intently with a blank, firm look. “After saying such horrid things about your wife—I figured you hated her—“

“I do hate her,” Draco hissed.

“Oh really? Was that before or after you fucked her right here in this office?”

“Impossible.”

“Oh? Really? How so?”

“Because—my wife and I haven’t had sex in ten months,” Draco growled, grabbing you by the throat. A gasp tore from your lips as he captured them with his. His taste was sweet and held a hint of whiskey, as well as that familiar sprinkle of cigarettes. It was warm and rough, sending you sparks of arousal down to your core.

He bit your lower lip, smirking down at you. “I’d rather come to my hand thinking of you then lay with my wife—as you can tell. Perhaps you are a stupid girl.”

And then he was back on you. Holding your small face in his huge hands, forcing your lips onto his. Both of your tongues swirling against one another. Your feet felt like they weren’t even on the ground, wrapped in his warmth as he savors your taste.

“Draco!”

He ignored the call of his wife, peppering kisses down your neck. Your hair fell to his strands as he kissed down your gown, handing the bottom to you. You blushed as your fingers gripped the fabric, his eyes falling onto your pussy. He appeared to be an animal, licking his lips and pupils growing dark and wide.

No one had ever been down there before. Not like that.

Seeing a man as powerful as him at his knees, felt absolutely euphoric. Your chest swelled as he looked up at you through his lashes, setting kisses on your hip bones. Your flesh lit on fire as he neared you core, until he pecked your pelvis.

“Shall I feel you come undone on my tongue, dove?”

You could’ve came during that moment. A knock sounded at the door, causing you to flinch. “Draco? Honey?”

He delivered a flat stripe up your pussy, reaching the clit to suck on. Your eyes bulged, and without thinking—a moan fell past your lips.

Radio silence rang on the other side. Draco didn’t seem to care his wife had heard you, more happy to have heard the banging stopped. Your brows furrowed as your fingers dove into his hair, hips leaning into his mouth, “Draco,” you breathed, his warm tongue licking at your bud. “Draco I think she heard us.”

He hummed, grabbing one of the rings on this fingers before letting it fall to the floor. And then slipped it inside—sending you a wink.

“Moan for me. That bitch fucked some bloke in my office, so I want you to fucking scream my name.”

His words were naughty and cold, finger stretching your walls. As it sunk into your dripping pussy, you felt your walls stretch, “Ah! Draco!—“

“THE PRISONER? DRACO! DRACO!”

He chuckled against you, the cool medal of his rings inside your hot pussy feeling absolutely delicious. Plump lips wrapped around your swollen, abused clit. You began to thrust your juices onto him, riding his tongue while his wife continued to bang outside the door. You were surprised she hadn’t broken it down by now, a hint of guilt hitting you. But it fled away quickly as you squealed on his awaiting tongue.

Your tits jiggled as you bounced. He added a second finger, eyes locked on yours, “Just like that! Oh my god—fuck. It feels so good, Draco.”

He smirked, licking your pussy up and down. Astoria screamed, the pounding growing harder. Your eyes almost crossed as he kept licking from your entrance to your clit, repeating the motion. You grabbed your breasts, pinching your nipples, as Draco’s hand held your ass to push your pussy onto him.

His other hand was busy fingering you, “You like when I eat this little pussy, dove? It tastes so fucking sweet—I might catch a toothache.”

Your giggle turned into a cry as he added a third finger, stretching you out more. Your eyes squeezed shut, “Draco! I’m gonna—Oh!”

He growled against you.

“Let me taste it, _ _. Fucking let me have it,” it was almost animalistic. Your hands pushed his head away, but he kept a firm grip, ravishing your pussy as he slurped loudly.

His fingers mixed with his tongue sucking on your pulsing clit threw you into your climax, jolting above him as your hips stuttered.

“I’m coming! Draco? I—“

“That’s if. Ignore her, and focus on my tongue.”

And you screamed. If the door had been made of glass, it would have shattered and broke down. Your stomach clenched as you released everything onto his tongue, your orgasm almost knocking you over. If he hadn’t been holding you from behind, you would have. When it slowly began to fade out, Draco tapped your thigh. “Hop on, dove.”

Smirking, you let him pick you up and lead your way to the desk. Astoria had continued to pound on the door, her screams turning to cries. You were surprised she hadn’t stopped. Draco gently laid you on his desk, spreading your legs and sliding between them.

Your bruised lips parted, panting with red cheeks as you observed Draco. His blazer was tossed onto the chair, lifting his black t-shirt to reveal his muscular torso. Every ab was sharp, so sharp you were sure they could cut you. Black ink trained across his entire chest, as well as the back of his neck and hipbones. Your body turned warm as he removed his trousers, revealing his huge cock.

His skin was so fair, as if he hadn’t even been human. Like a doll, absolutely unreal.

You wanted to trace his tattoos, but the ache in your eyes had been urgent. And with the animalistic lust he had been looking at you with, you knew he felt the same.

His soft, yet cold skin pressed against yours as he knelt down to kiss you again. Grabbing your thighs, your behind hung off the desk as he didn’t waste time. Both of you moaned in unison as he his cock stretched inside you for the first time, his head slowly inching inside.

“Fuck,” he growled, watching his cock spear your pussy with stormy eyes. “Cunt so warm and tight.”

Astoria had finally stopped shouting, most likely either left or listening. Whichever it had been—you didn’t care.

Draco was inside you, using his grip on your thighs to fuck your harder. His eyes pierced into yours, a wicked smile hanging off his swollen lips as he watched you cry out ever few seconds. Your hands grabbed his forearm as he continued to plow into you. His cock felt large inside you, almost ripping you apart.

Pleasure began to consume you.

Your mind was hazy.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Yeah, baby? Yeah?”

“Oh,” your eyes crossed as he grabbed your throat, completely fucking you onto him. Your cries and squeals intensified, as well as the burning wave in your pussy. Your body began to shake as he reached deeper inside, almost exploding from ecstasy. Draco kissed your heels as you came down.

And then it slapped you in the face. Your orgasm blindsided you, Draco watching you with hooded eyes as you creamed on his cock. Praising you with how wonderful you looked shivering on top of him, he gave you a kiss before grabbing you. Carrying you to his chair, he sat down as you remained in his lap. Hands still on your ass, he peered up at you with admiration, “Put it in, _ _. Let me tell you come on my dick again.”

Your body jolted as you nodded, eagerly placing your feet on the chair before slipping his head inside. He grabbed your back, holding your hands behind you as he began to thrust up into you, “How’s that baby? Am I fucking you good enough?”

“Yes!” You screamed, clawing at his back as your pussy spasmed from his speed. “Draco! I’m going to come again soon!”

“Sounds like a fucking plan,” he spat while continuing to pound you. He had also been growing close to you—you could tell. His chest began to clench as he held you in his arms, completely ravishing your figure. “I’m going to come too, dove. In this tight fucking pussy.”

“Draco, we aren’t marr—“

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, thumb reaching your clit. Your eyes widened down at him as he smirked wickedly. “Why don’t you just come for me and give me those pretty little moans again?”

And that’s exactly what you did.

Hot flashes shot through you, and if he hadn’t been holding your body against his—you would’ve toppled over onto the ground. His cock rubbed your walls as your orgasm flew you threw the roof, sobbing out against his lips.

He came with a shout, looking down at your push as his brows furrowed. You felt warm cum deep into your pussy as Draco finished inside you.

“Your wife,” you panted, smirking down at him. Your hands landed on his chest as he pecked your breast, sweet dripping down his forehead. “—is a lucky woman.”

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NOT THE FORESHADOW GOODBYE 👋

HI PLUTO I HAVENT BEEN ON YOUR ACC IN SO LONG ANYWAY THIS IS ME SLIDING IN TO SAY HOPE YOUR DOING WELL, DONT DATE UGLY GUYS, AND ILY!!

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HI PLUTO I HAVENT BEEN ON YOUR ACC IN SO LONG ANYWAY THIS IS ME SLIDING IN TO SAY HOPE YOUR DOING WELL, DONT DATE UGLY GUYS, AND ILY!!

I did not follow this advice well..

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brother’s best mate | draco malfoy

pairings - draco malfoy/reader’s | brother’s best friend!au |

sypnosis : when your older brother's best friend finds out about your date with Diggory—he decides to give you a piece of his mind.

word count : 3.4k

warnings: smut, established siblings, weed, choking, pet names, minor girl fight, size kink, not proofread so sorry

authors note: the reader is 18 in high school and graduates in less than a few months!! no minors are sexual in this one-shot. draco is 19 and only one year older than the reader. this was fun to write but lowk got lazy at the end. hope you all enjoy its very smutty.

© elliotsblunt 2022. do not repost, modify, or translate.

You walked alongside your class mate, Ginny Weasley—a fourth year just like you. A Gryffindor with fiery bright red hair and the personality of a lion, freckled marks littering her nose. She had been your newfound best friend, usually sticking within your own house which had been Slytherin up until recently.

Some drama that had occurred in third year, so you began to seek friendships from other houses as well. You never really cared, but your older brother insisted you hang out with your true kind. Whatever that meant.

Ginny paused as they strolled past the Great Hall. “Say, _ _—Oh!”

You felt someone run into you from behind, a brute force slamming into you full force. Your knees wobbled and collapsed as your palms shielded your face, stinging as they slapped the concrete floor. Blinking with wide eyes, your eyes snapped up to meet a pair of narrowed blue eyes.

“Parkinson,” Ginny called from behind you, storming past you. Your arm shot to reach for her wrist as you held her back. “Chill Gin, it’s cool.”

The dark haired girl smirked, crossing her thin arms over her chest, where her tits practically spilled out. You almost gagged at the sight as Pansy chuckled,

“Sorry, _ _. Didn’t see ya.”

“Bullshit!”

“She’s not even worth it. Come on,” You rolled your eyes, thankful Ginny had your back in the back of your mind. Pansy’s smirk faded as you spun around, reaching out and shoving you from behind. You fell forward once again, Ginny calling out your name as she kneeled beside you. Both of you send the laughing girl a glare.

“What is your problem?” You hissed, standing up on your feet. “I haven’t—“

“He broke up with me. Neville broke up with me—for you. You fucking cunt. And now, I’m going to beat you and that Gryffindor’s ass.”

Your brows knit together. Neville? But you hadn’t spoken to him in months, ever since last year. When he had broken up with you for Pansy Parkinson.

A smirk crept onto your lips, still on the ground. Her cheeks reddened at your next words, “Huh. Isn’t that ironic.”

“You bitch,” she gritted her teeth before slapping you across the face. Your eyes widened as you smiled in shock, not believing that this whore was fighting you over a man. When you had found out that Neville, who you dated for a solid two months, decided to cheat on you with Pansy Parkinson. The new, shiny exchange student from Beauxbaton Academy. She spoke French and was the only girl to show off cleavage.

She had been the talk of most of the boys in each house for months.

Apparently, the French liked to get down and under. Real quick. Half the boys went through her by the time summer rolled around. You remember your older brother mentioning her, saying if his best friend hadn’t fucked her before he graduated then he most definitely would have “tapped”. All he had earned from you was an eye roll.

“You crazy slag!” Ginny shouted, but before she could step in—a deep voice interrupted.

As you stood from the ground, picking up your book that you had dropped, you froze before quickly facing the voice. A warmness flourished in your chest as a familiar smirk was given to Pansy, by a blonde Slytherin that had graduated last year. Your brother, Alex , stood beside him, “Parkinson. Please don’t tell me your shoving my baby sis because of one of your personal wankers.“

Draco chuckled to himself, his head shaking before shoving his hands into his pockets. His hair had been combed to the side, a single strand falling over those piercing eyes of his. A black long sleeve tightened around his muscular back, a pair of black slacks to matched. You could almost smell his cologne from here.

“Can it, Waters,” she snapped at your brother, shifting her scowl into a smile when your sights landed on Draco.

“Draco—I didn’t know you were back. I would have looked for you.”

“Exactly why I didn’t,” he replied quietly, rubbing the back of his neck before clearing his throat.

Parkinson blushed a deep red, looking away from Draco. Ginny threw her a brow. “Didn’t you and Longbottom just break up?”

“Longbottom, Pans? The kid looks like a human piranha—bless his soul,” Alex chuckled, but you shook your head.

“No, he looks better. He got surgery.”

“No wa—!”

“Both of you shut up!” Pansy spat at both your brother and you, causing you all to just look at her with expecting looks. After her eyes swept back and forth across all of yours, she groaned before spinning around and stomping away. Alex tilted his head at her, “What’s with her?”

“Neville broke up with her for _ _,” Ginny replied, an knowing smile on her face as she nudged you. “But she happens to fancy someone else.”

“I would be mad to if a bloke that looked like that broke up—“

“Who?”

Your eyes found Draco’s. He was looking at you, with something new flickering in his eyes. His jaw was clenched as a soft smile played on his lips for you. Ginny nor Alex responded, waiting for you to respond.

“Urm, just some kid I met at a party.”

You were talking about Cedric Diggory. He was the golden boy of Hufflepuff, with those dreamy eyes and charming smile. Your heart soared whenever he passed you in the halls, sending you his specialty wink. You had to bite your lip to hold back a smile for the rest of the day, almost drawing blood. And last night, you had both texted non-stop.

Tonight you were supposed to meet him in Hogsmeade. Spring Break was coming up, which is why your brother had came in the first place. You always spent Spring Break with your brother—and Draco just always happened to be with him. They were inseparable. Ever since first year.

“You go out with him yet?” Draco asked another question, narrowing his eyes. His head tilted as he studied you.

“No.”

“But she’s meant to tonight,” Ginny added, throwing an arm around you. You threw her a stare but she wasn’t paying attention to you, sending heart eyes to Draco. She always a massive crush on him, and you were sure he knew. Especially when he sent her a boyish smile right now. “Thank you, Weasel. Though, you don’t look much like a weasel anymore.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear as Alex rolled his eyes. “Gross, bro. Don’t flirt with my baby sis’s friends, ight?”

Draco chuckled as you groaned, “Ginnyishelpingmepackokbye,” you rushed out before grabbing your giggling friend.

You stood outside your favorite restaurant in Hogsmeade—The Flying Dutchman. They had the best burgers in town, and you’re the one who actually proposed to come here when Cedric asked you out. Your brother, Draco, and you always came here for dinner when you rented out your hotel room. Like every Spring break. A faint smile wore on your lips at the memory as the spring breeze pressed warm kisses onto your flesh.

But as more time passed by, that smile began to fade. Cedric had been more than thirty minutes late.

Ginny texted her that about after an hour, you should call it quits. And so you kept checking your phone, tapping your glossy heel against the concrete of the sidewalk. Your heart banged on your rib cage as blood rushed to your ears. Everything was slightly muffled as embarrassment overcame you.

And when it hit nine o’clock, you began to walk to your hotel.

Anger coursed through your veins. How dare he asked you out then ghost you completely?

You pulled out your phone and sent him a few messages cursing him out before shoving it back into your purse. With glossy eyes, after about ten minutes, you had reached the hotel room you were to be having alone. Your brother and Draco would be sharing the next one over. Approaching the entrance, where green glass pillars cascaded over a tall, lavish building—you hummed as the cool air conditioning welcomed you.

“Welcome,” a faux customer service voice rung in your ear. Your eyes landed on the front desk attendant, a young man. “Do you have a reservation?”

“Yes. Under Waters.“

“The single queen bed with a walk in-closet?”

You blushed, “Yes.”

“Perfect. Will that be cash or credit.”

“It’s on file. I come like, every year,” you explained, and he nodded firmly before clicking his mouse a few times. He was short and chubby—hair receding slowly from the sides. You didn’t know that was possible. “Have you found it?”

“Yes. It went through and….perfect. You’re all set,” he bent over, opening a drawer and a pair of keys jingled in your ears. He pooped back up whilst kicking the drawer back closed—handing you your card and the wifi password. “This here is your room card for room number 67 as well as our wifi and password.”

“Thanks,” you sent him a smile before making your way inside. As always, the halls were the same. A green carpet with beige walls, random paintings everywhere. It smelled of old paper inside your room, a bed with red covers and white pillows rested on the large bed. A walk-in closet, as promised, was lodged in the corner next to the bathroom.

You decided to shower, still in a sour mood about being stood up. Taking off your makeup with a cleanser, you stripped off your clothes and hopped into the shower. Craving to feel the warm water soothe your tense muscles, you moaned as it happened moments later. Digging your vanilla shampoo into your roots, you used your net to scrub off the dirt and dead skin from your body.

After finding everything off, you wrapped a towel around your figure and opened the door to your bathroom. A scream tore from your throat at the sight of someone sitting on the corner of your bed.

“_ _. I’m high as fuck,” Draco ran a hand through his hair, a red hue glowing from his eyes. His eyelids hung low as he smiled lazily—flickering his gaze over to you. “Alex is passed out. He took too many edibles.”

You scoffed, “And I assume you were the more responsible one and maintained a decent amount of sobriety?”

“Big words, _ _. Big words for a little girl,” Draco taunted, your eyes rounding at his words. He had never seemed this laid back with you, always being the more poised and dignified out of him and your brother. Hair always slicked to the side, clothes looking tidy and clean cut. But his hair had been messy due to him running his fingers through the strands, and his black button up he had changed into had been unbuttoned halfway.

His gold chain glistened against his pale skin, your thighs clenching at the thought of it hanging in your face while he—

“How was the date?” He questioned, his eyes darkening. You gulped.

“He didn’t show.”

“What?” He rose his voice, standing up from his seat. You flinched at the intensity of his tone as his eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Why do you care so much?”

“Dammit, _ _,” he balled his fist, storming over to you. Your back hit the wall, clutching your towel to your body, as his palmed slammed against the wall and staid there. His scent of peppermint and marijuana, which led you to believe he had smoked instead of taking the edibles with your brother. His eyes swirled with a hidden emotion as breath fanned your lips. “Why can’t you just answer a simple question?” He scoffed,

“You never do what you’re told.”

“And you’re too high,” you mumbled, placing your hands on his chest to push him back. But he caught them, “Draco.”

“_ _,” He whispered, “I can’t watch you get heartbroken over these little fucking boys anymore.”

Your throat went dry. Had Draco liked you?

That didn’t make any sense. He had been the most popular boy at school. Him and your brothers were the two most crushed on guys at school, Draco running through a number of girls throughout his years. He always paid attention to you, never leaving you out. “What? You think it’s a coincidence that every dude you have a date with bails on you?”

Your eyes widen, “You’re the reason Cedric—?”

“Back when I was in Hogwarts,” he continued, his boyish smirk returning to his lips. “Looks like you don’t need my help in that department after all.”

He had been your brother’s best friend, and if you didn’t know any better, his high self just confessed to scaring off other guys to date you. Out of all the girls he could have had, tonight, it appeared he wanted you. And one thing about Draco Malfoy—

He always gets what he wants.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as his piercing eyes bored into yours. His thumb reached out, shocking you, as it took place of your teeth. An animalistic look flashed in his eyes, “Relax, kid. It was a joke.”

“Don’t call me kid.”

Draco released a chuckle, taking a step back before shaking his head. He ran a large hand the lift his pale hair again, “Fuck. You’re Alex’s little sis,” he sighed, letting out sarcastic chuckles. “I’m turned on by my best friends sister.”

His words caught you by surprise. Your lips fell open in shock, eyes bulged and skin flushed. He tugged at his strands once more before muttering fuck it, turning around and walking straight towards you. You flinched say Draco grabbed your arm, pulling you into his chest before slamming his lips against yours.

They were smooth and plump, sucking on your own as his hand flew to your cheek. At first you hadn’t kissed back, in shock, but when his thumb began to rub the flesh of your face—you melted. Your lips fought against his as you completely surrendered to him.

His fingers found your hair, lightly tugging on the strands. A soft moan left your lips, causing him to hum, “You like when I pull your hair, little one?”

The nickname caused a shiver to run down your spine. A pool of wetness shot down your core, a pleasurable sensation overcoming you as he continued to kiss you. His scent overcame you as he spun the two of you around, laying you on the bed before crawling above you. His lips didn’t part from yours.

Pulling away, you panted as he observed you from above. Your hair had probably been a mess and completely damp. The towel wrapped around you had been the only thing separating you from the Slytherin above. His eyes were clouded with the drug, “You’re fuckin’ breathtakin.”

You blushed. You didn’t think you would ever hear him say that. Considering how much of a fan girl you used to be for him back in primary.

He dived down to close the gap between you two. “I wanna fuck you. Show you how it feels to cum around a grown dick like mine,” Draco breathlessly panted against her lips. His fingers dove to her towel, tossing to to the floor before looking down. His hair tickled her nose,

“Looks like every inch of you is perfect, _ _. Can’t wait to have you fall apart on my tongue.”

“Next time. I—want it now,” you breathed, craving to get fucked by Draco. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he grabbed one of your tits, popping it into his mouth before swirling his tongue around the bud. His eyes crossed at the taste, “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“YehBaby?” His voice was muddled by your mounds. You giggled as he founded the other one before doing the same. Your hips began to arch and he smirked,

“My horny little one,” he teased, sitting up straight. You chewed on your lower lip, clenching your thighs as his eyes staid on yours. Unzipping his slacks, he tossed them to the side along with his trousers before hooking his arms around your thighs. You shrieked as he yanked you to the edge, grabbing his cock, “You sure you can take it? A big dick like mine?”

You grabbed his bicep, which bulged under your hand. His arm had been twice the size of yours. Rubbing his swollen pink head against your clit, peering down at you. Your eyes widened up at him, all innocent like, pinching your nipples. His lips reached to kiss your feet before resting them both on his shoulders, “You sure about this, _ _? Because once I start, I can’t stop.”

“Please,” you pleaded, reaching for him. He chuckled before bending down, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. His thick cock began to slid into you, making you squeak his name, “Draco! Oh my—urgh.”

His red rimmed eyes looked down at you. As he inched deeper, the more your mouth dropped. He pecked your lips before moving more fluidly, more and more spikes of pleasure adding to your tummy. You weren’t a virgin—every guy you’ve been with always made you do all the work. So the fact that Draco had expertly began stroking his hard cock into your gushing pussy, you noticed more moans escaping you.

The blonde grunted, working half his cock inside. And then he pushed it all the way in, making both of you cry out in unison.

And then he chuckled darkly at your blissed out expression, a wicked smile curling onto his lips as he angled himself. His hips rammed into yours, holding your knees against him, as your tits jiggled before his eyes.

Cries and pleads babbled from your mouth.

“Yes! Please!”

“Draco—it feels too good.”

“My Merlin—I can’t—“

“Yeah?” He cooed, brutally snapping his hips against you. His thick head pushed into your walls, his abdomen rubbing against your puffy nub. With a tender voice, his hand flew to your throat, as he continued, “Just like that, little one? Move my hips like this?”

He gave her two harsh strokes, giving her a bruising kiss. Draco’s hair fell over his eyes as sweat glistened over his abs. Ring clad fingers snaked to your pussy, his thumb pressing circles into your clit. It began to pulse, meaning you were going to cum, making Draco raise his brows.

“It’s so warm, _ _. You gonna come on this dick?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, “Yes yes yes YES YES—“

Draco chuckled, kissing your lips to silence you. You came on his dick, being completely lost in the trance of your orgasm. It felt like a million glasses had broken in your ear, earth shattering before you as euphoria paused time. Never in your life had you came that hard.

And then he pulled out, sitting against the headrest on the bed. You sent him a look, still calming down from your high, as he tapped his thigh, “Come take a ride on this dick for me, baby.”

Without time to waste, you crawled over. He smiled at you evily as he guided you, “Sit with your back-good girl,” he instructed, making you face your back to his chest. He lifted your feet and stood them on his thighs, “I’m going to play with your pussy. Throw your arm around my neck and take this dick, that’s all you have to do. Okay little one? Can you handle that?”

To answer his question, you instantly grabbed his cock before sliding down. You cried out, “Ah!”

“That’s it. Juuuuuuust like that,” he shushed, rubbing three fingers on your swollen pussy. You jerked in his hold as he nipped at your ear, “I got you, baby. I got you.”

And with that he began rapidly thrusting up into your clenching pussy. You screamed out as his fingers fastened their pace, your back arching against his chest. Your arm shook as it clung to his neck, his lips attached to your nipple. The crude licking sounds edged you closer to your high.

His hand covered your entire stomach, “So tiny, baby. You like when I fuck this little pussy?”

Your tummy began to contract. Draco licked his fingers, tasting your juices, before rubbing them against your creaming pussy once again. Your brows rose in pleasure as a scream came from you, “I’m gonna—ah—“

“Come on,” he urged, “Come on come on come on—there it is! Just like that, _ _. Allll over my fucking dick.”

Your body twitched as you came on top of Draco. And when he felt your tight pussy gush around him, he grabbed you by your waist, prolonging your orgasm by animalistically rutting up into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna, fuck fuck fuck—“

“What the fuck?” Alex’s voice screamed in the air.

[elliotsblunt]

𝐀𝐨𝟑 : Histruth

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 : dollforcigs_

𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐤: Romanshomeofficial

[elliotsblunt]

Draco Malfoy Office Sex Blurb

"Fuck," Draco howled, bright baby blue eyes sinking into the side of your temples. Your eyes had been squeezed shut, holding onto his bicep for support. His fingers wound up in your hair, as usual, pulling roughly at the strands as your hip bones dug into the wooden edge of his desk, "I would kill every person in this world for this tight pussy, Miss _ _.”

"T-Thank you, Mr. Malfoy," your voice shook, tits spilling out of your work button up as his muscular hand moved to your throat. The pleasure of his thick cock rubbing against your walls made your cries grow higher.

"Arch that back for me, little girl. Make your boss come like a good whore."

The pleasure began to double, using his hold on your neck to push him down onto his cock.

Rapidly pounding into you, your eyes squeezed shut. Your clit began to pulse, signaling your end was near. She felt Draco's lips nip at the shell of her ear, "Come on this dick--and make sure Potter hears too."

[elliotsblunt]

rest in peace angus cloud 🥺💔

[elliotsblunt]

Hey guys, it’s Mir.

It has come to my attention that Angus Cloud, aka Fezco, has passed away. As someone who incredibly valued this man’s character as well as his own authentic self—I felt the need to write out a message as a token.

Fez was my favorite character. He was a pothead, just like me. He made us all laugh, cry, even fangirl. My heart is too torn. Angus will forever live on this place, and I hope we can all hold our loved ones a bit longer and tell them how much we love them 💔

Euphoria helped me incredibly, especially Fezco, showing me that friendship and family are two things that you must always uphold and value. From the bottom of my heart, tearing up while writing this, we all genuinely thank you for your hard work as an actor.

RIP 👼🏻

(I made the pic. Don’t steal.)

[elliotsblunt]

do u write smut 4 central cee😞😞

Just posted an angsty blurb abt him !!