BUY ME PRESENTS | draco malfoy
summary; draco loves you, and you love him. he just needs a little push to make things official. OR, draco malfoy fighting for his life when he realises just how much everyone wants his girl.
word count; 8928
notes; this is based on christmas eve, but I'm posted a couple days later! this fic puts us half way through our slytherin boy holidays! I'm not sure how the one I expected to be the shortest became the longest one so far. like, seriously, I know I keep saying this but wtf? why can't I write a short fic?
Dinner had already been served by the time you made it to the Grand Hall, the smells of roasted meats and seasoned potatoes filling the air, your mouth watering as you navigated between the throngs of people. Your seat had been saved, of course. A spot on the bench between Draco and Daphne, and as you neared, your friends noticed, smiles rising and waves in your direction.Β
Sinking into your seat, you pressed a kiss to the cheek of the blond boy beside you, his face tipping up to receive it and lips twisting into a smile, attention moving to you as you sat.Β
βGood day?β
βBetter now that itβs over.β You smiled, a chuckle falling from him, and his hand came to rest upon your thigh, squeezing comfortingly while you helped yourself to a plate of whatever food was left. βWhat are we talking about, what did I miss?β
βNot much. Just Theo telling us all about Christmas in Italy.β Mattheo rolled his eyes, as though you all hadn't heard this exact same speech since that very first Christmas youβd become friends. Most of the group seemed to have simply tuned it out, laughing and nodding at the correct times as they whispered their own conversations.Β
A swipe of a thumb over your thigh as you finished filling your plate with food, and you shifted your attention to Draco. βSo, what are your Christmas plans, Dray?β
Shuffling a little bit closer now that your plate was full, his arm moved to lay across your shoulders instead, letting you snuggle up into his side. βOh, you know, the usual.βΒ
He smiled, and your world seemed to get a little bit brighter, his lips brushing your hairline as he left a barely-present kiss there.Β
βTypical Malfoy-family Christmas. I get to do the tour with my parents, visiting every other rich-arsehole couple they know. Christmas Eve party. The pleasure of my fatherβs annual βyouβre growing up now, son, itβs time to get serious about the worldβ over the dinner table on Christmas Day. Open some presents I donβt want, on a schedule I donβt like.β He sighed, clearly used to it by now, but it didnβt make it sound any less awful.
βWell,β You smile, nudging him playfully with your elbow. βMaybe we could write to one another, or even get a little visit in?βΒ
The hope in your voice was evident, and Pansy gave you an encouraging smile across the table. Youβd been meaning to ask Draco this question for weeks now, and your last chance had been fast approaching. Since the summer, you and Draco had been hooking up. It was no secret among your friends, or even the students; your affections for one another were hardly contained, but it wasn't official.Β
You wanted the labels, the security, and the safety of knowing that he was yours and you were his, and nobody else could come between you. You wanted to be introduced to his parents, be his date at events, to have him be proud to call you his girl. But Draco had been hesitant, avoiding every conversation that might inch into the βso, what are we?β territory, keeping a safe distance from any kind of real commitment.Β
It wasnβt enough for you anymore, not by a long shot, but trying to talk to Draco about it only ended up with him shutting it down, or skilfully diverting the conversation and you were growing tired of his games.Β
Draco only made a vague noise, neither an agreement nor disagreement, and looked away from you as he picked up his drink to take a sip. βI donβt knowβ¦ maybe. I can get pretty busy over the holidays, Iβd hate to let you down.β
Another skill of his, making it seem like cancelling or delaying or not doing something at all was your idea. He was clearly hoping youβd brush it off, and tell him not to worry about it, but instead, you kept quiet. Not giving him the satisfaction of any easy win, this time.Β
Pansy caught your eye across the table, shaking her head disapprovingly, and shooting a glare at an oblivious Draco. She had been your confidant these last few months, every update and development in your situationship, sheβd been informed of. Every decision, sheβd been a part of. She was practically as invested as you were, at this point, and she certainly did not approve of his nonchalant behaviour either.Β
βSpeaking of parties,β Mattheo cut Theo off, clearly having had enough of the annual rehashing of βthat one Christmas when Theo was eightβ for today, and changing the subject, βWhoβs got their dates sorted for the Malfoy Christmas Eve Ball, and whoβs daring to go solo and have Narcissa set them up like a matchmaker all night long?β
Chuckles rang out among the group, and Pansy smiled, leaning into Blaiseβs side with a love-struck grin. βI think weβre safe this year.β
βIβm going solo, but, I did tell Aunty Cissa that I have my eye on a girl in one of my classes, and Iβm seeing how it plays out. So, sheβs not setting me up anytime soon, since she believes Iβm already onto someone.β Enzo smirked, and Blaise congratulated him for his clever tactics.Β
You smirked through your mouthful of food, listening to Mattheo explain his complex excuse, to Reggie mournfully spill the story of how heβs already been set up by his parents witha βpotential bride to meetβ, and how he hopes she doesnβt show up. You laugh with the others as Tom simply raises an eyebrow, knowing that even Narcissa doesnβt attempt to set him up anymore, lest he scare away any more of her friendsβ daughters. Theo, ever the player he is, is looking forward to dancing with every single lady he can find, and taking his pick at the end of the night.
βI suppose nobody needs to ask Draco who his date will be.β Mattheo grins, wiggling his brows at the pair of you as you smile, leaning a little further into the man at your side.Β
βHey, who knows?β He chortles, and your eyes narrow a little, βIβve had plenty of offers. I havenβt made up my mind yet.β
βOooh.β Enzoβs eyes went wide, the other boys joining in, and Pansy fixed him with a glare. Daphne leaned around you with her jaw dropped at his statement, and you sat up from his embrace, lips pressed flat and a brow raised.Β
The boys snickered, βheβs in shitβ and βsomeoneβs in the doghouseβ, but he lived for the spotlight, a drama queen at heart, and he smirked down at you.Β
βOh, cβmon. Donβt look at me like that, babe.β The playful nickname was one he only ever used when joking around. When he was sincere, he was much more romantic; darling, sweetheart, beautiful. βWhat am I supposed to say? βHi mum, hello father, meet the girl Iβm skipping class to shag! Thanks for paying my tuition!β, I donβt think so.β
The boys all laughed, Daphne scoffed in sync with her sister behind you, and Pansy looked like sheβd lunge across the table at any moment, if it wasnβt for her chastising Blaise for laughing, instead. βYou and Draco can share that couch youβll both be sleeping on tonightβ, sheβd said. βSee how funny you think it is thenβ.
The words stung as he spoke them, dismantling your relationship down to the bare minimum; to sex and physical connection and nothing else. Like the nights spent talking until the sun came up were nothing, the times youβd held him while he cried, or washed him in the bath when he was so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open. Like he didnβt rub your stomach for hours every month when you got cramps, or had a stash of your favourite snacks in his bedside table for whenever you came over.Β
You knew that Draco Malfoy lived you, just as much as you loved him. It was evident in everything he did, every kiss and every word. But, he needed a little push.
βI suppose youβre right,β You sigh lightly, giggling along with the laughing boys around the table. βIβm not so sure Lucius wouldn't burst a blood vessel then and there.β
βExactly.β Draco hummed, and you glanced back to Pansy. She was shocked, only for a second, before taking in the subtle signs of mischief on your face. Her own smirk stretched out in return, and her gaze flickered once to Draco, before back to you.Β
A new game was afoot, and Draco wasnβt going to stand a chance.
Slipping your coat from your shoulders, the annual Malfoy Christmas Eve Ball was well underway. Your parents had disappeared into the crowds before youβd even stepped out of the carriage, uncaring of where you were as long as you werenβt causing trouble. They were here to mingle with the other importants, and you were just here to learn the ropes of proper socialising.
The garment was taken from you, your small bag clutched in hand as a ticket was given to you for it, and you brushed down the front of your dress delicately. Pearls moved under your touch, beading along the bodice flat and perfected, and you felt your confidence rise as you looked at yourself once more in the reflection of a dark window. Adjusting the small lace gloves on each hand, you took a step towards the dining room.Β
Elegant music was playing from a live band up on a stage, the room was decorated this year to look like a winter escape. Pale and frosty, like a palace of ice, twinkling lights and glittering decor, crisp white tablecloths and ice sculptures. A layer of goosebumps travelled along your skin at the sight of it all, despite the warming charms that took place for the guests.Β
Scanning the room, you quickly found your table. The designated kids table, despite you all being legal adults and far beyond such status. Youβd all be the babies of the ball until the new generation emerged, no doubt. Moving through the bodies and crowds of people politely, Theo was the first to glance up and spot you, his mouth falling open, and a rush of confidence took over as he raised two fingers to his lips and whistled.Β
The sound caught the attention of the othersβ chatter fading to quiet as they all turned to look for the object of his cat-calling, Enzoβs eyes widened, Pansy cheered loudly, and even Mattheo looked momentarily speechless. Youβd had the same reaction when youβd seen yourself in the dress too, your stylist had truly outdone herself for this one.Β
You looked flawless, and you looked expensive, and utterly elegant. Doing a little spin as you approached, a smile broke free on your lips as you stopped before the chair with your name card before it.Β
βMerlin, babe,β Pansy started, drawing your attention straight her her, βYouβve got every eye on you tonight. If I was single, Iβd be all over you.βΒ
She winked when you laughed, and Blaise rolled his eyes but smiled, leaning in to kiss her cheek affectionately.Β
βPretty necklace,β She commented, and your fingers rose to the pretty string of pearls and diamonds that you had.Β
βIt was a gift,β You simply hummed, tugging at your gloves. Glancing at the others, you gave each a polite smile, eyes lingering on Draco as he stared. In any other style, this dress would be scandalous for an event like this. A low neckline, spaghetti straps, no sleeves. Tight and fitted to every curve of your body, and yet the classic designs and vintage nature elevated it to the kind of class Audrey Hepburn would be proud of.Β
He looked just as good, a dark suit, a fresh white shirt, a champagne-coloured tie that made the colour of his eyes and his hair stand out and your mouth dried out a little. Silver rings adorned his fingers, the Malfoy signet standing out, clenched so tightly around his whiskey glass that his knuckles were almost white.Β
Youβd worn soft, golden makeup effects today, a dusting of glitter along your cheekbones and eyelids, a shade of pink on your cheeks and lips that you knew was his weakness.Β
βSomeone really wanted your attention with that, huh?β Your best friend teased, and your eyes snapped away from Draco, back to her.Β
βI suppose so,β You muse, hand coming up to touch one of the beads on your ear, βSince they also got me this lovely pair of matching earrings.β
Pansy made a dramatic show of admiring them, and Blaise gave a funny look, glancing at the jewellery, and then back at Draco, who was frowning. Before you could reach for your chair after placing your clutch down, Enzo was shooting to his feet from beside you, tugging out the chair for you.Β
Draco scoffed as you gave him a thank you, settling into your seat, and he glared at the man beside you. Enzo didnβt flinch, however, smirking at Draco as he spoke;
βWhat? Itβs called being a gentleman, cousin.β
Crossing your leg delicately, youβd hardly even removed your gloves, before a tray was coming down by your side, and a young waiter with a dazzling smile was looking right at you.Β
βChampagne, maβam?β Not a planned pawn in your game, but a welcome addition, you smiled sweetly in return.Β
βOh, Iβd love some. Thank you.β Taking the single glass by the stem, you lifted it from the tray and the manβs smile stretched wider as you sipped the bubbly, holding his eye.Β
βOf course, miss. If you need anything, anything at all, Iβll be at the bar, happy to serve.β His flirting was heavy enough that normally youβd want to roll your eyes, but tonight, you suppressed that urge, playing into it as you bat your lashes.Β
βIβll be sure to keep that in mind. Thank you.β
He took the dismissal, staring appreciatively as he walked away, another look over his shoulder to you as you watched him go.Β
βStop eye-fucking the help.β Draco snapped, and your focus moved to him slowly, just to find his icy glare on you. He didnβt scare you, though, all that mean bravado, but you knew what was underneath.Β
βI was doing no such thing.β You tut, placing down your drink. βDonβt be jealous, Dray. You look even better in that suit. If you want compliments, just ask. No need to be mean.β
He seemed rather placated by this, his ego settling down, even if the others did laugh at him.
The conversation seemed to continue around you as you settled in, avoiding Dracoβs heated stare and sipping at your champagne. The rush of warming alcohol through your veins settled every dancing nerve, and gave you the calm confidence to do what you had planned. Sitting forwards, just enough, you angled your body so that Draco might have the perfect view over your cleavage as you feigned interest in the chatter around you.Β
He took the bait, his gaze falling right where you wanted it, the gems of your necklace dangling just over the swell of your breasts, and he licked his lower lip, pulling it between his teeth.
Raising your hands and catching the swinging gem, you toyed with it carefully, letting it run over your fingers. Time melted away as Dracoβs gaze flicked between your nimble touch, your lips, and your chest, shuffling in his seat every so often, and gulping at the bubbly in his glass.Β
He was on his third refill by the time food started to be taken around, and you took pity on him momentarily, sitting back in your chair and angling away from him, ready to receive your first course.Β
As the starters came around, you turned to thank your waiter, surprised to see it was the same man from the bar who had brought you your champagne. Youβd given him little thought since heβd walked away, and youβd never spotted him again, but perhaps that was exactly why he was delivering your food now, as he beamed at you and set down the plate.Β
Men did love a little attention, after all.Β
Reaching for the bottle of champagne cooling in the centre of the table, the waiter never looked away from you as he refilled your glass without being asked. Draco finally seemed to notice as he finished adjusting his napkin, gaze narrowing on the man serving you. βYouβve got to be kidding meβ¦β He muttered.
You pretended to take no notice, smiling at the man and waving your fingers flirtily as he walked away.
βIβm going to get another drink at the bar,β He announced, leaving without his glass and without asking if anyone else wanted one. You knew where he was truly going, if the lock of his jaw and the stamp in his step were any indication. You doubted youβd be seeing that waiter again.
As you poked at your food, Pansy excused herself too, only a few bites into her meal before she disappeared with a wicked grin and no explanation to anyone. Enzo just chuckled beside you, glancing around the room like he was watching all the cogs of a machine in motion, before turning his gaze on you. βYou do look lovely tonight, do you know that?β
βOf course I do. I spent days on end trying on dress after dress to find this.β You sighed, admiring the gorgeous piece of art on your body as you set your cutlery down.Β
βAnd is it serving the purpose you need it to?β He teased, voice knowing, and you nodded. Flicking your gaze over the patrons and guests in the room, you searched for Draco, finding him talking politely to one of his motherβs friends at the bar.Β
βIt is, I think.β
βLetβs hope it stays that way.β He whispered, your focus still on the man who truly held your heart, who was making his polite excuse and walking way, back towards you all. His gaze locked on yours, only for a second, before Pansy was calling your name and drawing your focus elsewhere.Β
When you looked up to her, she was grinning, a man by her side. βThis is Elliot, heβs been wanting to meet you for some time. I promised him Iβd introduce you both tonight.β
You offered the best smile you could as his cheeks reddened, and Pansy merely patted him on the shoulder, slinking away as you offered your hand to him. βLovely to meet you, Elliot.β
βYou too. As embarrassing as that introduction was, itβs true. I have wanted to meet you for some time.β He had a kind smile and pretty eyes, and he seemed far too nice to be dragged into your game tonight, but he seemed almost like a willing participant, and you werenβt one to look a gift horse in the mouth. As Draco took his seat, Elliot continued, βPansy has told me so much about you. You know, if youβre free one day before you go back to that fancy boarding school of yours, Iβd love to take you out.β
βYeah? What have you got in mind?β You smile, twisting a little more to face him, and your encouragement only brightens his expression as Dracoβs darkens in your peripheral.
βA night in London, perhaps. We could get dinner, and see the opera?β
βShe doesnβt like the opera.β Draco sneered, openly staring at Elliot with enough contempt to scare away lesser men. Elliot tugged at his collar, glancing at Draco, and then back to you as you tried to hide your shock at his behaviour.
βThe theatre, then?β
Draco looked ready to snap again, and before he could, you nodded, sparing your unwilling partner. βThat sounds wonderful, Iβll see what my schedule says. Iβll get in touch with you through Pansy if I can find the time, is that okay?β
βPerfect.β He smiled, sneaking another wary glance at Draco who was not backing down from glaring at him unflinchingly, but Elliot shook it off, bravely. βIt was a pleasure to meet you, truly.β
βAnd you, Elliot.β
Soon after he left, the plates were being cleared. You tried not to smirk as a different waiter, and one who very pointedly did not so much as even catch your gaze, cleared your dishes away at record speed.Β
You knew that Draco had something, everything, to do with that. He was jealous by nature, a spoilt single child who did not like to share his favourite toys, and that is exactly what you were betting on tonight.
You stood, taking a lap around the room with Pansy to settle your food before the next course, and to get another drink. She took the opportunity to fill you in on how her first Christmas event with Blaiseβs family had gone, and when you returned, you made sure to surreptitiously place yourself behind Dracoβs chair.Β
You placed a hand on his shoulder, a friendly gesture, squeezing and rubbing enough that your thumb swept over his collar and across his neck. His pulse jumped under your touch, and he tipped his head closer, into your touch.Β
As he did so, your heart leapt in your chest. To others, it might look like a friendly gesture but to you, it meant so much more. You were tempted to cave then and there, to live with this being enough, to settle, but you couldn't. You didnβt want this to be it, you wanted to follow this by leaning down to kiss him, to have him smile against your lips in public the way he did when you were alone.Β
To arrive at these events together, arms linked, and to stumble out tiredly together too. To sit by him, his hand on your thigh, to rest your head on his shoulder, to kiss him on the dance floor. The thought was enough to push you through.Β
He twisted his head, to kiss your hand like he often did when you did this. Carefully, you slipped your hand away just in time, knuckles brushing across the nape of his neck as you stepped away, and back to your seat.Β
His sights moved to you, but like a saving grace, the servers began to appear with more dishes, and dinner soon distracted you all. A delicious serving of salmon and potatoes, and the hall fell quiet enough for you to hear the beautiful music playing when chatter fell low.Β
Low conversation, drinks refilled, and that perfect mood set across the room, as people took to the tables and quieted down. Your favourite part of the night, usually. Good food, your friends, and a chance to catch up without the usual weight of it all sitting on you. Regulus was talking, telling the rare story that had him caught up in a long conversation where he usually just observed quietly, but your attention was fixed on your lover.Β
Until, Theo spoke up.Β
βOh, merda,β He muttered across Reggieβsβ story, his gaze cutting to you alarmingly quickly. βI forgot to tell you.β
βTell me what?β Your heart skipped a beat, a flash of panic.
βMy cousin flew in last minute for the party, and he wants to speak to you.β Theoβs words soothed your panic, and you offered him a flat look for the dramatic way heβd put it. Taking a sip from your glass, you raised a brow.
βWhen?β
βNow.β He confirmed, sights lifting to sit just behind you, and before you could even turn, a chair was being pulled up beside your own from another table. Turning your head to the owner, a smile burst across your face at the man sitting before you.Β
βDario!β Your arms were around his neck before you could stop yourself, and he was chuckling as he bundled you into an equally enthusiastic hug. He chuckled lightly, pulling back only far enough to press a friendly kiss to your cheek, and you cupped his face as you parted from him. βYouβre growing a beard!β
βMy mother hates it.β He chuckled, rubbing a hand over it. As you twisted a little more towards him, he reached down, practically manhandling you as he reached for the edge of your seat by your legs, tugging it sideways to face him. You squealed as the chair jolted, screeching on the floor, tugging you closer as he leaned in. βSei incantevole.β
βAre you charming me in Italian?β You smirk, a boyish smile on his face as he lounged back in his seat. βWhat are you doing here, anyway? Theo said none of you were flying in this year! I thought you couldn't make it.β
βI couldn't,β He sighed, shrugging, βBut, then I heard that you would be here, without a date, and I knew I just had to make it. So, here I am, la mia bella donna. You think a short flight from Italy would stop me rushing over here to you?β
Your giggle was against your control. Even if he was more like family than a romantic interest, the way his accent twisted around coyly spoken words, was enough to bring a blush to even the most unreceptive womanβs face. βCut it out, you flirt.β
βYouβll save me a dance later, right?β
βWeβll see.β He rose his brow, and you lifted your glass, taking a sip of bubbly to hide your smile, leaving him hanging. βDepends on how much more of your cheesy flirting I can endure.β
βYou mean my wonderful Italian charm?β He teased, pinching one of your cheeks, and deepening the flush he had already created. βDonβt think I donβt see the way I make you blush.
You could only scoff, mouth dry as you tried to think of a retort, and you didnβt miss Theo muttering in Italian behind you, curse words youβd picked up on tumbling from his mouth.Β
βPerhaps this can convince you,β Dario reaches for his inner pocket, producing a small, slim box. An excited squeak breaks from you as he hands it over, your fingers brushing the elegant leather, an Italian name embossed across the front. βOpen it later, alright?β
You could only nod, admiring it happily, before slipping the box safely inside of your clutch. He took your hand, kissing your knuckles as he stood. A final wink as he offered you hid charming goodbyes, and a farewell to the rest of the table, before returning his borrowed chair to where he had taken it from.Β
You watched as your friend left, disappearing into the crowd, no doubt to mingle and socialise as he had always been so good at, before you swung back around in your chair.Β
βHe taught you everything you know, huh, Nott?β
Theo only shrugged, a cheeky grin on his face. βWhat can I say, tesoro? We Nott men just have charm. Weβll woo your panties right off.β He winked, the cockiness not lasting long as Draco swung at him, a fist landing roughly on his arm as the Malfoy heir scowled, glaring at his best friend.Β
βCut it out.β He growled the words through gritted teeth, and your hand shot up, rubbing at your lip to hide your grin as Draco made no effort to hide his own emotions. Theo only laughed, rubbing at the patch on his arm heβd taken the hit.
Dessert was served, a beautiful display of ice cream and winter berries that almost looked too good to eat. The key word being almost. You hadn't been able to resist, however, and the first small groan youβd let out as the sugar hit your tongue had Dracoβs gaze snapping straight to you. I did not leave, once, after.Β
Instead, he watched, through a dark gaze, every curl of your lips around the spoon, every swipe of your tongue to catch the juice of burst berries. If youβd put on a little extra show, just for him, nobody else had to know.Β
It was like he was staring right into your soul, so intense, even after the meal was long since finished. Finally, you indulged him once again, turning to look at him and raising a brow. βYes, Draco?β
βYou look beautiful tonight, I am simply admiring.β He let his gaze move across you slowly, making his admiration apparent, and his gaze lingered a fraction of a second longer on your neck. He stared at you with open adoration, the kind of look that told you exactly how he felt, even if he was fighting it, but he was close to breaking. He was close to losing this game he didnβt know he was playing. Then, his gaze flickered over your shoulder, sweet observation morphing. His brows drew together, his open hand slamming down on the table hard enough to make the glass rattle. βOh, fucking hellβ¦β
Mattheo erupted with sudden laughter, loud and brash, and there was a tap on your shoulder before you could even ask him what had him in such hysterics. A young man you did not know, perhaps a few years younger than you, and glanced around the table to see which of your friends had put this one together. Each seemed to have caught on in their own time, and had a hand in adding to the fun, to watch Draco suffer more, but none of them were laying any claim to this one.Β
βIβve been watching you all evening, and you are beautiful.β He smiled, stuttering over his words slightly, and Draco made no shy show of his disdain, rolling his eyes and making a disapproving sound. βI was wondering if you might grant me the pleasure of a dance?β
βShe would dance with you,β Enzo interrupted, before you could speak at all, leaning forward toward the edge of your chair from his own, and you could have kissed him in gratitude for saving you. βBut, she promised me her first dance. Isnβt that right, love? And I think now is the perfect time. Letβs go.β
Offering you his hand, you took it, letting him sweep you away without a secondβs delay, navigating you both to the dance floor and twirling you expertly into his arms. One hand clasped your own, the other sitting at a respectable place on your waist, your own on his shoulder, and he fell into the well-rehearsed steps of a classical ballroom dance heβd been doing since he could walk.Β
You let out a shaky sigh, relief flooding your veins as you looked back to your seat, noticing that the boy had taken Enzoβs rejection well and disappeared, not hanging around and waiting for your return.Β
βYouβre killing him slowly, like a predator playing with its prey,β Enzo smirked, neither of you needing to clarify who you were talking about, as he brought up his cousin.Β
βI donβt know what youβre talking about.β
βReally?β He chuckled, spinning you out before pulling you back in, sharp actions that made you dizzy with their accuracy, and you grinned as he brought you tumbling right back into his arms, perfectly. If heβd been trying to win you over, his dancing alone wouldβve had you swooning. βYou just show up to a fancy event like this, dripping in diamonds and pearls and looking like a million bucks, supposedly single. You mean to tell me you didnβt know that all these rich London boys wouldn't descend on you like vultures?β
βNot my fault Iβm single and hot, Enz.β
He just laughed, dipping you a little. βWe do struggle, donβt we.β You wove between people, a happy silence falling between you both once again as he guided you over the floor, back and forth, βAre you, though? Single, I mean.β
βThat is up to your cousin.β
βTouchΓ©.β
You continued to move, until your feet were sore from all the twirling, clinging to Enzo in fits of giggles as he spun and twirled and dipped you more, hands on your waist as he lifted you through the air, making a show of his dancing.Β
He may have seemed altruistic in his gestures, sweeping in to save you and Draco from your dance with the boy, but he was using you too. Enzo was taking every opportunity to show off his moves to every lady around the room watching, a flirty smile on his face between conversations and he glanced around, and you wouldn't be surprised if he received more offers than Theo or Dario by the end of the night.Β
As the third song came to an end, and the music fell for just a second, you panted slightly, arm around his neck now, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and a bright smile. βCan we take a break?β
βTired, already? You only gave me three so far.β He smirked at the way your jaw dropped, your face going hot and you knew your cheeks were red. You untangled yourself from his body, barely making it a step away from his laughter before he wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you into his side. βOh, cβmon. I thought the aim was to flirt and make him mad?β
βHeβs not even here to listen!β
βIβm practising,β Enzo murmured, steering you towards the bar, and leaning on the wood as he flagged down the bartender. You were quickly served, by a woman who fawned over Enzo as she passed by, and you had to snap your fingers in front of his face to snap his gaze away from her retreating form. βSo, how long are you going to make himββ
A tap on Enzoβs shoulder cut him off, and he turned to look, straightening up instantly from his slumped position. As soon as he moved so you could see, your relaxation melted away too, as you found yourself face to face with Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy.Β
βLorenzo, Iβve hardly had a chance to talk to you all evening. I want to ask you about your schoolwork.β The impressively formal and deep voice of Lucius Malfoy settled over your skin like fresh snow, cold but smooth, and you shuddered.Β
Narcissa only chuckled lightly at her husbandβs words, her eyes on you. βYouβve been busy, though. Who is your lovely lady?β
βUncle Lucius, Aunt Cissa. This is my friend, (Y/n).β
It wasnβt exactly the circumstances youβd wanted to meet them under, but you smiled nonetheless, nerves running wild as you offered your hand to them both, shaking politely just as your parents had taught you.Β
βAh, (Y/n). Yes. I make a point of knowing all of Dracoβs school friends, but Iβm in business with your father, arenβt I?β Something like a small kernel of sweetness was buried in that statement, his interest in his sonβs life, even if he tried to hide it behind formalities, but it wasnβt your place to comment.Β
βYes, sir. That is correct.β
βTheyβre very proud of your schoolwork. They were telling me about your latest project. You synthesised a new potion to grow murkweed faster, is that true?β
You were surprised he knew so much, your small project submitted for Herbology was the last thing youβd expected Lucius Malfoy to know of, or take an interest in, and your mouth felt like sandpaper as you tried to form words. βYes. Yes, sir. Thatβs right.β
βInteresting.β That calculating gaze scanned over you, analysing you from head to toe, like he could see right through you with a single glance. βThat is impressive, for someone of your age. Iβd be open to learning more. Are you considering making a future out of your alchemy talents? I have connections that I could contact for you.βΒ
You were speechless, your stomach going wild with butterflies born of both excitement and anxiety. He smirked, a look that would set you on edge if you werenβt sure deep down that this was in your interests, not against them.Β
βPerhaps we can discuss it more soon, when we next see you. With Enzo?β
Enzoβs arm around your waist shifted, a reassuring weight that you were sure had been your only grounding presence for this surreal conversation. He patted your hip encouragingly. βOh, no, we arenβtβ¦βΒ
Motioning between you both, Luciusβ brows furrowed, and Narcissa tried to hide her sigh.
βSorry to disappoint you, Aunt Cissa. (Y/n) isnβt mine, though it is wonderful that you approve.β Before either could question him, or expand on their confusion, Enzo gave your waist a final rub, before removing his touch from you entirely, and stepping towards his family. βShall we go and discuss schoolwork then, Uncle? You have questions, and I have answers. I hope the ones you want.β
βIt was a pleasure to meet you, Miss (Y/l/n).β Lucius politely offered you his hand again, shaking it firmly, and that was about as friendly a dismissal as youβd ever get from him, youβd heard. This was only supported by the surprised look on Narcissaβs face, and the beam Enz gave you as he guided his uncle away.Β
βI hope to see you again soon, (Y/n). You look wonderful this evening, thank you for coming.β Narcissa murmured, before following her husband and nephew, glancing back at you only once over her shoulder. She knew. The woman was far more cunning than she let on, the true embodiment of a sneaky Slytherin, observing quietly and taking everything in. Her eyes glinted. She knew you knew she knew, too.
Your heart was pounding, cheeks warm as you lifted your fingers to them cautiously. The disappointed waitress placed down two drinks before you, Enzo long gone without his, but you smiled at her with appreciation, fingers shaking a little as you lifted the glass to your lips to take a sip.Β
Youβd spoken to Dracoβs parents.Β
Theyβd liked you. Lucius had offered to put you onto the career path, and Narcissa had complimented your dress. A soft laugh of disbelief slipped free, your eyes sliding closed for just a second as you revelled in the moment.Β
It hasnβt been what youβd set out for tonight, but it was far more than what youβd hoped for. Opening your eyes again, to head back to the table and find Draco, you were met by the sight of a stranger leaning before you on the bar, grinning down at you in amusement. βHello.β
βHi.β You gave a terse smile, and a single nod. βIf youβll excuse meββ
βI didnβt even get to ask you to dance yet. Saw you out on the floor with the Berkshire boy, earlier, and I thoughtββ
βIβm dancing with her next, mate. Piss off.βΒ
Draco rarely sounded that mad, a chill went down your spine as you felt an arm slide around your waist, tugging you back into his chest. βDrayβ¦β
The stranger only scoffed, glaring at Draco as he wandered away, and your hand reached for his forearm on your body. He snatched it away too soon, however, tugging on your hip to turn you around. His jaw was clenched tight, eyes more frozen than the coldest glacier. βDance with me.β
Not a request, and he didnβt wait for an answer, before plucking your drink from your hand and slamming it down onto the bar, guiding you back to the swaying bodies. Standing before you, you offered him your hand, your hand sitting lightly on his shoulder. He didnβt take the respectable route, instead, his arm wrapped tight around your waist, sweeping you close to his body, and beginning to move you both in simple steps.Β
It was several minutes before he relaxed, your arm sliding further around his neck in a more intimate hold, bringing the two of you much closer, swaying slowly. The tension in his body gave way with every step, and with a resigned sigh, he finally spoke, βYou met my parents.β
βI did. They were lovely. Very curious about Enzo and Iβs relationship.β
His hand clenched on your waist, and you tipped your head at him as his piercing gaze drilled into you. One more moveβ¦
βOh, donβt be so mad, Dray. Weβre only shagging, after all. Youβll find a new girl if I get swept away by someone else.β
His eyes narrowed, jaw clenching, and a fire burned in those silver eyes now, melting the ice away with rage. Checkmate.
βYou win, alright? Iβm not playing this stupid game any longer.β He took a deep breath, and another, fingers twitching on your back as jealousy bubbled under the surface. βFor fucks sake, how many pieces of jewellery from other guys are you wearing? Who bought you those earrings, that necklace? I should be the only one buying you gifts. I should be the one spoiling you. You want the Malfoy family ring? Iβll go yank it off my motherβs engagement ring from her finger right now, just take all this off.β
He studied you for a second, confusion growing at the smirk that grew on your lips. Victory was yours, and you leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. Letting the hand from his neck smooth down his chest, his gaze stayed locked on the jewels around your neck, glaring angrily. βNo.β
βNo?β
βNo. Itβs pretty. Iβm going to keep wearing it all, let it remind you what you have. Next time you piss me off, forget a date, or use the last of my shampoo, Iβm going to put it all back on so you can remember how many guys would jump at the chance.β His nostrils flared, but he stayed silent, wisely knowing when to keep his mouth shut. βI donβt want your family ring, Malfoy. Not yet. I just want a proper title, and the respect that comes with it. Iβm not your booty call, or your side piece. You donβt want to play games anymore? Then donβt.β
βYou already won.β He whispers, his head dropping down to let his forehead rest on your own. βYou know how much you mean to me.β
βYes, I do. But I want the whole world to know it, too, Dray.β
He didnβt respond verbally. Instead, he twisted his head, enough to press his mouth to your own, silencing any more arguments between you both as he kissed you. His lips claimed yours, a tender and loving kiss, showing everyone just how much you meant to him. There was no mistaking the emotions within it, not as his arms wrapped around your body, holding you to him as the pretence of dancing was given up, your hand on the back of his head, fingers in his hair, meeting every push and pull.
When he pulled away, your smile took over, bashful now under his openly adoring gaze, and he stole several more pecks from your lips. A happy sound escaped you as he tugged you in, tucking his face into your neck, and swaying you both to the music.Β
βHave I told you how beautiful you look tonight?β
βYou have, but Iβd be open to hearing it again.β Your hand smoothed over his hair, and he chuckled against your skin, leaving a kiss on the crook of your neck before raising to meet your eye.Β
βYou are breathtaking, darling. Iβm in awe. This colour is my favourite, you know.β
βWhy do you think I wore it?β
His fingers trailed down your spine, eyes sparkling even more at that revelation. βHow about we get out of here? Weβll make our goodbyes to my parents, and head out.β
βOur goodbyes?β You repeated as he took your hand, lacing your fingers together.Β
βYes. From their son and his girlfriend. I think you deserve a proper introduction, after all.β
Tugging you across the floor, he gave you no time to prepare, and certainly, none to disagree, as you smoothed your hair and attempted to control the blush heβd brought to your cheeks. Through the crowds he wove, until he was pulling to a stop just shy of his parents, and Enzo looked as though he could have cried with relief when Luciusβ intense focus was taken away from him. The boy quickly slipped away as both of Dracoβs parents turned to face you.Β
βMiss (Y/l/n), when we said we hoped to see you again soon, I didnβt realise youβd take it quite this literally.β He murmured, voice as low and calm as always, and your lips parted, a different kind of heat flooding your features.Β
βOh, behave now, Lucius,β Narcissa grinned, her gaze dropping to your clasped hands, before she reached up to her sonβs face, pinching his cheek with a smile. βDraco, darling, Iβve hardly seen you all evening.β
βWell, Iβm sorry to disappoint you Mother, but weβll be leaving early.β She only gave him a knowing look, ignoring Luciusβ displeased huff, as if she wasnβt surprised at all.Β
ββWeβ?β
βMy girlfriend and I.β He said, proud and strong, before tugging you forward a little more to stand in front of him. His hand left your own, circling your waist instead, and she offered him a smile at the news.Β
βI see.β She smiled, patting her sonβs cheek affectionately, before turning that knowing gaze on you. βNow Lorenzoβs evasiveness whenever I asked him about you makes sense.β
βYou asked about me?β Your words were a rushed squeak, which only seemed to amuse Narcissa more.Β
βOf course, dear. I wanted to know more about you. Iβd ask you to sit and chat with me for a spell, but I believe my son might combust if I did.β
βMother!β He gasped, and Lucius only tutted.Β
βDraco.β His father growled softly, shaking his head, and the red on his sonβs cheeks only grew.
βYou both may go, for now. But I hope youβll visit me soon, and we might talk?β
βYou meanβ¦ just us?β Your words tapered off to a near whisper, and Lucius smirked to himself as Draco rolled his eyes.Β
βYes, dear. Weβll have tea.β
You could only nod, bidding your final farewells to them both in a state of awe, before Draco was hurrying you along. Tight hands gripping your waist, lips on your neck as he loved you through the crowds, swiping up your bag and giving you barely a moment to say goodbye to your friends before sweeping you away again. It was only due to the snow falling outside, you were sure, that he allowed you to stop long enough to get your coats.Β
Helping you, he lifted the garment onto you from behind, kissing your cheek as he reached around your body to fasten it. His elegant coat was already on, and leather gloves were on his hands as he offered you one. Lacing your fingers through his own, he smiled, tugging you out into the freezing night, and ushering you around the side of the Manor, away from the stream of cars lined up for guests as they left.Β
βWhere are we going, Dray?βΒ
βTo one of the gardens near the path.β He never turned back, leading you carefully around patches of ice and slippery snow as you moved, the light from the house fading. It was almost pitch black, before he mumbled a small spell, and the garden lights glowed to light, glittering on the fresh blanket of ice.Β
Sitting on the grass was an old-fashioned sleigh, enchanted to keep dry, even in the snow, and two reindeer sat happily in the snow snuffling at the grass and scattered food.Β
The landscape stretched out far before you both, trees and grass and walls all covered in snow like something from a Christmas card, and the sigh that left your lips clouded in the air before your face.Β
βOh, Dracoβ¦β Taking a few steps closer, snow-tipped over the tops of your heels as you stepped off the pathway onto the grass, chilling your feet for only a second, before Draco was following. Scooping you up into his arms, you kicked the ice from your feet with a giggle, your arms looping around his neck. βWhatβs all this?β
βThis is your Christmas present. I didnβt realise that was the kind of ice you wanted instead.β He muttered, eyes flicking down to your neck, as he carried you carefully through the snow and towards the ornate sleigh. As you leaned in to kiss his cheek, he smiled shyly, avoiding your gaze as he became embarrassed, βI wanted to do something romantic for you. We can take the sleigh back to the town, get a cab, and take the jet anywhere you want to go. Pansy already packed a bag for you.β
He placed you down on the edge of the sleigh, letting you shuffle across onto the warmed leather. With another kiss to your lips, he scoffed at your smile.Β
βMerry Christmas, my wicked little girlfriend.β
βI canβt believe you arranged all this.β You were practically bouncing in your seat, watching as Draco nervously tugged on the reins, prompting the lazy animals to stand back up, before settling into the sleigh himself. Like they knew just what to do, they took off in a slow trot, tugging the pair of you along through the snow.Β
βMaybe if youβd have waited, instead of making me fight for my life tonight, youβd have been surprised.β
His arm was splayed along the back of the seat, and you snuggled in a little closer to him. Curling his arm around you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, shaking his head and burying his nose in your hair. βIf I didnβt make you fight for me, Dray, youβd probably have introduced me to your mother as your study partner. I gave you a little push, thatβs all.β
βIs that so?β He muttered, guiding your face up so he could peck your lips. βWho do you think helped me arrange all of this for my βlovely lady friendβ, hm? Iβve been writing to my mother about having an interest in someone for months now. You underestimate me.β
βYou never gave me any other indication!βΒ
βOh, please. You walk me like a damn dog, you knew how I felt.β His mouth closed over your own, stealing a kiss, and you couldn't help but smile into it. βI think tonight just proves it.β
The sleigh trotted on as Draco kissed you in the back, beyond thought and reason, your hands tucked into his coat for warmth as he kept you cuddled in close to his side.Β
Minutes melted away, the two of you lost in your own world as you jostled and trotted through the fields, back toward the town. Whatever he had planned, it had been in motion for days, and the thought only made you fall a little more in love with him. Perhaps you had underestimated him, but none of it mattered now, not when he was kissing you like you were his only way to breathe, and you had him in your arms, properly, at last.
βSo, Pansy knew about your little plan?β
βYes. I told her days ago.βΒ
βHmβ¦β You loved her, and it was perhaps her knowledge of Dracoβs actions that made this all the funnier. βSo, she knew about your plan, and mine. And still, she made sure to introduce guys to me all night. She played us both just for her own amusement.β
As you thought of her, your fingers lifted to your neck, sitting on the delicate jewellery there, and Draco huffed. Looping his finger underneath it, he tugged lightly. βCan you take this off now, please?β
βWhy would I do that?β His pout deepened, glaring at the offending item, and you gave in with an airy laugh. βPansy, Daph and Tori picked it out personally.β
βWhat?β His head snapped up, pout gone as his jaw dropped, and he was not laughing like you were. βYou let me believe another guy decked you out in diamonds all night! What about the matching earrings?β
βBlaise.β
βThe bracelet?β
βTheo and the Notts.βΒ
At that mention, his eyes narrowed again, searching for your clutch and finding it resting in your lap. βBut Theoβs cousin Mario gave you a separate gift.β
βDario.β You corrected, and he mimicked it childishly, scoffing afterwards. βWell, that part was real. He truly was flirting, and I have no idea what it is, I havenβt opened it yet.β
βGive it to me.β He reached for your bag, a second too slow as you swiped it away from him with a gasp. He didnβt give up, still trying to snatch it as he leaned over you, pressing you back into the seat through fits of laughter, the two of you fighting over the bag until it was pressed to your chest, your eyes wide as you stared up at him, shaking your head. βGive it to me! Iβm chucking it, hand it over!β
βNo, itβs mine!β He slumped back into his seat, panting for breath and smoothing his hair back down. He was pointedly staring away in the opposite direction, and when you leaned in closer with a chuckle, he leaned away. Grabbing his shoulder, you planted yourself firmly in his lap, kissing the underside of his jaw. βIβm keeping it, but your present is better, I just know it. Whatever it is, could never beat this.β
βPromise?β
βI promise, Dray.βΒ
He gave in, wrapping his arms around your waist, tugging you in closer to his body and pressing a happy kiss to your cheek. βFine, but Iβm buying you a new necklace when we get off the damn plane. I donβt care who bought that one.β
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ft.Β harry j. potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy, cedric diggory, sirius black, remus lupin
warnings.Β aged up!! nsfw content, MDNI! mostly soft sex but rough sex is also included, twitter links. fem! reader, sub! characters will be mentioned in the names, imaginative texts included! pet play, teasing, nasty stuff
a/n.Β cedric, sirius and lupin's image is below!! kinda ooc! ron? i barely see any hp visual links so.. here this is lmao, and please, again, MDNI. sirius n remmy in the marauders era // this is my 2nd nsfw hc/fic im crying happy tears.. ALSO FIRST EVER HP WORK
here's a spotify playlist.
harry james. potter
πππππ ππππππ πππβ¦ absolutely adores your tits, he will rest/sleep on your chest, sucking on your nipples as he falls asleep (his mouth latched onto it still), it's some sort of.. comfort to him. he loves how they're so soft and squishable. loves playing with them, rolling your nipple in between his fingers as he sucks on your other nipple before switching sides.
"I- mhm, god your tits... please.. can I?" harry pleads while looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. Your fingers run through his hair as you nod. He's quick to latch onto your tit as he starts to suck them softly which makes you softly moan as you tug onto his hair, rutting your pussy against his leg.
πππππ ππππππ πππβ¦ even after a long day will take his time and be patient and soft with you as he tenderly places a kiss on your thighs before kitty-licking your pussy <3 he's quite literally making out with your pussy and devouring it. if you didn't know any better you would've thought he was a starved animal.
"Just be a good girl f'me yeah? Be nice and good while I eat this pretty pussy.." harry says before ducking down in between your thighs as he begins to eat your pussy feverishly.
πππππ ππππππ πππβ¦ loves to fuck you in the reserve cowgirl position, watching as your tits bounce up and down, as his appears before being engulfed with your pussy. sometimes giggling and smiling while staring up at you in awe.
"Oh- fuck, oh your pussy feels so good-!" he says, his head lolled back as his dick slips in and out of your wet pussy.
πππππ ππππππ πππβ¦ just wants to be soft with you although most times it turns into a heaty session. loves to make out before having sex with you or during, as long as his lips are on yours that's all that matters..
making out with you before having passionate sex is his favourite thing to do. "I love you so, so much y/n.." he whispers before ghosting your lips to which you smile at before kissing him, for real this time.
πππ! πππππ ππππππ πππβ¦ squirms, twitches and whimpers when you touch and jerk his dick, rolling your thump and hand over his tip as he desperately tries to stop you from overstimulating him.
"mhm, please.. y/n-! Ah.. stop, please." harry whimpers as he takes hold of your hand, "uh-uh, just be a good boy and let me touch you.. you'll be a good boy, right?" you chuckle when harry nods his head vigorously.
πππ! πππππ ππππππ πππβ¦ is shy during your first time having sex, he's quiet at first but after you ride him he's whimpering and panting, he can only look at you in awe as you ride him
"Shy? Why are you shy?" you question while straddling his lap, your hands on his shoulders as you smirk from his flustered face. "I-im, because.. it's my first time you know.." he mumbles as he turns his head away from embarrassment. You place your finger on his chin and make him look at you, "don't be shy, harry.. let me make you feel good. I promise I will.." you coo.
ron weasley
πππ πππππππ πππβ¦ jerks off while allowing you to ride his hand as he rubs circles on your clit.
"Oh wow... this is nice.." ron whispers, watching you stroke his dick with your hand while he rubs circles on your clit. "Oh please.. ron just get on with it." you whine, ron smirks and nods, "anything for you."
πππ πππππππ πππβ¦ is slow with you, peppering you with small kisses. thrusting slowly in you before gradually fucking you like how you want to be fucked <3
"You like that, hm?" ron is never the one to tease you in bed but seeing you all open to him sparks something in him that he can't explain, all he knows is that he's feeling good. "Let me make you feel good baby"
πππ πππππππ πππβ¦ makes out with your pretty pussy! on most days he just wants to stuff his face in between your legs until you cry out his name multiple times, gripping onto his hair tightly as he makes your stomach knot over and over again.
"Oh, ron! Please.." you whine as you gripped onto his hair tightly. "Please what?" ron mumbles, his mouth still latched onto your pussy as his tongue licks stripes on your clit. "Please go faster.."
πππ πππππππ πππβ¦ pounds your pussy after a long day without seeing you, he just missed this pretty pussy of his.
"D'you know how much i've missed you? Huh? Missed this pretty pussy." ron bucks his hips forward as he slams into your cunt and he doesn't stop, he just missed you so much, he missed being inside of you. You'll be good a girlfriend and allow him to, hm?
πππ πππππππ πππβ¦ watches as his cum drips out of your pussy, admiring it before fucking you again and again, pulling his dick out just to see his cum drip out of you.
"Oh would you look at that.." he whispers, fingers prodding and stretching your pussy to see his cum dripping out of your fluttering hole. "So cute" he coos, he could not wait to do that again.
draco malfoy
πππππ ππππ
ππ πππβ¦ fingers you, leaving you breathless and moaning for more. who slaps your face harshly before kissing you.
Draco's fingers are pumping in and out of your weeping hole, and he's doing it roughly. "You like that? It feels good?" draco whispers in your ear, grinning as he already knew the answer. Your hands are clutching his arm. You were too tired and overstimulated to speak, you could only nod. "I need words baby."
πππππ ππππ
ππ πππβ¦ sneaked you into his room after his roommates left and proceeded to fuck you balls deep.
Draco invited you to come visit his room just to "study" but you knew that draco was never really the one to study, but you agreed anyways, he was your boyfriend after all. What you didn't expect was in after a few minutes he would be balls deep inside of you. "Oh-! Draco, it feels so good, mmm"
πππππ ππππ
ππ πππβ¦ has a breeding kink, wanting to stuff you with his cum, watching as it all dribbles down from your pussy. Watching as your pussy clenches around nothing.
"You're so cute y/n, you know?" he hums teasingly, his hands gripped onto your thighs tightly as he pulls them apart to admire his work. You knew draco was looking at you, or rather your pussy, but nonetheless it made you feel hot under his gaze. You mew in response as your pussy clenches around nothing, obviously hinting that you wanted something more.. thicker inside of you once more.
cedric diggory
ππππππ πππππππ πππβ¦ fucks you in doggy style <3 relishing in how his dick is being swallowed whole by your pussy.
"You look so pretty like this.." he murmurs as he pounds into your red and abused cunt. "Mmm so pretty for you-!" you sputter out as your hands clench onto the bedsheets tightly.
ππππππ πππππππ πππβ¦ passionately makes out with your clit before fingering you whilst licking and flicking your bud with his warm tongue.
"You like that don't you?" cedric mumbles as he stares up at you while fingering and licking your cunt. "Mhm! Yes i dooo" you drag the 'o's as he speeds up his fingering, cedric only grinned as your juices flow down his chin.
ππππππ πππππππ πππβ¦ holds your hand as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, he just wants to hold hands while doing something intimate with you <3
"Here, hold my hand pretty" he says β in a sweet tone as if he wasn't fingering you harshly β as he intertwines his hands with yours. "God you're so cute."
ππππππ πππππππ πππβ¦ eats you out in his room while his roommates are away for quidditch practice, he called in sick just to eat his pretty princesses' pussy. Loving your cute little moans as he burrows his head further and further in as if he wasn't already.
"Oh c'mon! Let me just have a quick taste.. so what if they burst inside?" he says with a pout, his head hovering just right above your glistening pussy. "So what? We could get in trouble!" you whisper-yell. "Awh, well too bad im going to anyways." he states before burrowing his head down.
sirius black
ππππππ πππππ πππβ¦ fucks you until your shaking from your orgasm and squirting. Slapping his cock on your pussy as your hips buck forward.
"Aww, look at you, all of this because of me?" sirius teases before patting his cock on your wet pussy. "We ought to do this more, hm?" you nod ever so slightly to which he chuckles at. "Alright, lets get you cleaned up now."
ππππππ πππππ πππβ¦ loves to see you all tied up as he teases you with his cock, torturing you as he slides it along your aching hole before finally giving you what you really want.
"Look at you, all dolled up for me.. gorgeous aren't you?" he says just barely above a whisper. You nod you head and whine, "alright alright, ill give you what you want now" he chuckles before slipping his dick inside of your needy hole.
ππππππ πππππ πππβ¦ trains you with a leash on, all dressed up just for him as he fucks you again and again.
"What's the safe word?" sirius asks, his finger tracing your spine, "green." you respond with a smile. Sirius returns tn before giving looking back at his dick that was positioned in front of your entrance. "There we go.." he whispers as his dick slips inside your pussy before tugging onto your leash.
ππππππ πππππ πππβ¦ wants to hold you in his arms as you two have sex, he wants to be close as possible, this is as they say, an intimate act.
"Fuck- y/n you feel so good. Come closer to me will you, yeah?" sirius mumbles, pulling you closer to his chest. Both your arms wrap around each other as he pounds into your poor, abused cunt.
remus lupin
πππππ πππππ πππβ¦ hates being rough but since he is a werewolf, his... tendencies tend to come out. He fucks you harshly as he holds you down from moving.
"Come on y/n.. stop squirming you- fine." he mutters before holding you down, his hand on your belly before switching to your arm, trying to subdue your squirming and movements. "Please remmy! I-i need it.." you whine, lolling your head sideways, bucking your hips forwards in the hopes of getting more friction. "Then let me give it to you."
πππππ πππππ πππβ¦ teases you with his dick sliding over your needy hole, grinning when he sees you whining and twitching at his touch. But, he is nice so he will give you a reward for being so patient.
"Remus, please.. I want it." your hand gripping onto his sleeve as you tried to move your slips to "accidentally" make his dick slip inside. "Nuh-uh, just be patient and i'll give you what you want.." even though you weren't patient you nodded anyways, "good girl."
πππππ πππππ πππβ¦ is smitten with your boobs! He loves how soft they are, small, medium or big, he will love them nonetheless! Remmy will fondle with them, suck on them, toy with them, lick them and so on. Just please let him have your tits.
"Mm, don't you think that's enough..?" you question, looking at your boyfriend who was fondling with your breasts. "Enough? Absolutely not!" you frown at his response. "But- what about-" "that can wait, love. Just wanna focus on my girls first."
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