| Draco x reader | smut | angst |
Summary: Both of you haven’t defined the relationship yet and Draco thinks your skirt is too short.
Warnings: SMUT, oral (f receiving), fingering, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, choking, degradation, praise, squirting, etc
As the lights in your room lit up your appearance in the mirror, you turned to see your outfit from the back.
There was a huge party in Slytherin tonight and it was the last thing on your mind. Earlier that day you spilled coffee on your skirt at breakfast, running to your dorm to change. Only to find your skirt from years ago as your sole option, it was tight in the waist but that wasn’t really the problem. There was maybe 4 inches between the end of the skirt and your ass. One wrong step and you’re flashing everyone, so you decide you better be careful.
What you didn’t anticipate was the amount of eyes glued to you, including Draco’s.
You two had been together for a few months, and it was heating up fast. Initially you were friends, studying together frequently, only to discover that neither of you could deny the attraction.
It began with heated make out sessions everywhere: empty hallways, broom closets, stairwells, dorms, any place he could be with you alone really.
It wasn’t long before he was on his knees pleasuring you, of which was only the beginning. He made you feel things you couldn’t imagine, and he was obsessed.
He found himself finding you every chance he got, just to speak with you. Searching each room for you became automatic, as you were constantly on his mind.
The feelings he had for you scared him, but he had lost all sense of self control, seeking you out each night because the days just weren’t enough.
Although your relationship pursued, the label was never discussed and Draco continued his old habits. He flirted incessantly, driving you crazy, but you couldn’t tell if he was doing it just to rile you up or because he simply couldn’t help himself.
The attention you received was used to your advantage, forcing jealousy through the veins of the blonde you loved.
All you wanted was for him to admit it. He forced you to say that you were his, and you refused to so much as kiss him until he did the same. He didn’t even last a week. It was then that he realized that he couldn’t bare thinking of anyone but you. You were together and everyone knew it, but nobody knew for sure, not even you.
As you left your dorm, pulling your skirt down as you went, it was hard to ignore the stares. Turns out the skirt was a bit shorter than you had anticipated, and every guy around you noticed.
When you walked into class to sit next to him, you saw his eyes widen and his jaw clench. The second you hit the seat his hand was on your thigh, eyes locked on yours.
He whispered, “What the ever-loving fuck are you wearing?”
Anxiously you tugged down your skirt, squirming in your seat as you responded, “I spilled coffee on my other skirt this morning, this is my back up one.”
He looked from the skirt to your eyes a few times before asking, “You don’t have any other skirts?”
You let out a sigh, “If I did, don’t you think I’d be wearing it?”
He simply turned his head back to the professor, hand leaving your leg to take notes.
You continued on like normal throughout the day, keeping your robe on in an effort to draw the attention away from yourself. It initially worked, nobody really noticed until Potions.
Due to the somewhat messy nature of the recipe for today’s potions class, Snape had asked everyone to remove their robes and the second yours came off you felt every pair of eyes on you.
Sat next to you, Draco pulled you down to sit on your stool, hand gripping your arm as his eyes flashed.
“For fucks sake y/n, don’t stand up.”
He looked around the room to see who had been looking. He knew your skirt barely covered your ass, and it was taking everything in him not to stare at your thighs, imagining the way they felt wrapped around his head- a feeling he was VERY familiar with.
There was an abundance of quick glances at you, all of which Draco noted but elected to just seethe in silence. His hand stayed firm on your thigh for the entirety of the class, holding you down as everyone stood up to leave.
“Is there a reason we are the only two left in here?” You asked as Snape slipped into his office, the rest of the students filing out into the hallways.
His grey eyes met yours as his grip tightened on your thigh, “Because you’re wearing a child’s medium and are inches away from flashing everyone.”
You scoffed, “This is an adult small! It’s from fifth year and it’s all I had. I wasn’t going to be counted absent for my classes today because my skirt is a little too small.”
He rolled his eyes but brought them back to you as they darkened, his hand sliding up your thigh slowly to disappear under your skirt.
“Well classes are over. Now go change before I take you right here on this desk.”
Your eyes snapped up to his, considering his threat as a nice proposition. Although, Snape’s office was right next door and you knew Draco wouldn’t be discreet. You decided to stand up quickly, grabbing your robe in your hand, walking out of class with your skirt on full display.
His eyes widened as you left, watching your hips sway in that tiny ass cloth that you called clothes.
You were quick to your dorm, quickly shutting the door and removing your uniform. You sat on your bed thinking about his hand on your thigh, his threat.
You stood up to look in your closet, opting to find an outfit for the party tonight. The way Draco had been looking at you all day, glares full of warning. Draco got very jealous very easy, but you both knew he had no right to be.
It was clear that you two were together, it had been confirmed that you were his and he was yours. Although, Draco Malfoy didn’t date and didn’t have girlfriends, so who knew what you were to him.
All you knew was that he fancied you and wasn’t with anyone else. You had made it very clear from the start that you would not so much as kiss him until he admitted that he didn’t want anyone but you, ensuring his devotion. All of that and you still had no idea what you two were.
You were exclusive but not dating. And that fact had become your new favorite thing to tease Draco about.
As the hours moved on you finished your homework and heard the loud music blaring from the common room. You stood up to get dressed, eyes landing on the skirt on the floor. Picking it up you set it on the bed along with a cute top as someone knocked on your door.
Opening it you found Draco, who stepped into your room and immediately sat himself on your bed.
“Yes please come in,” you said with sarcasm as you shut the door and walked over to him.
He looked over at the clothes laid out and said, “Is this what you’re wearing tonight?”
His eyes were locked on you as a smirk slid onto your face, “Maybe.”
His eyes flashed as he responded in a cool tone, “With this skirt? Absolutely not.”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise. As much as Draco hated to admit it, he was a feminist and respected your right to wear whatever you wanted. Although he couldn’t stand the thought of other guys seeing you the way he did, and that skirt definitely allowed that.
“Absolutely not?? Draco I will wear what I want.”
He laughed in exasperation, “What would possibly make you want to wear that? You spent the whole day with your robe wrapped around you to avoid people seeing you in it.”
He did have a valid point, but you had noted the way he had been looking at you all day. Pure lust. It also just so happened that flustering Draco was one of your favorite hobbies.
“School has a dress code, parties don’t. It’s a cute skirt and it makes my legs look good.”
He raised his brows, “Seriously?”
You strolled over to stand between his legs, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned into him. His hands met your waist as you responded, “Draco. I am an independent person and I will wear what I want.”
His jaw clenched as he looked up at you, coldly responding with obvious restraint, “Okay. Well that skirt bothers me. I don’t want other guys seeing you in it.” His hands smoothed up your sides, then back down towards your thighs.
He stood up quickly, growling in your ear, “You’re mine. I’m the only one allowed to see you dressed like that.”
You looked from his lips to his eyes before leaving a soft peck against them, “I might be yours but we’re not dating.”
He rolled his eyes as he let out a breathe, “Why the hell does that matter?”
His hands were still firmly gripping your hips as he stood against you, eyes burning holes into yours as he looked down at you.
“It matters because the only person whose opinion I will even consider in regards to my outfit, is a boyfriend’s. And you are not my boyfriend.”
He took in a deep breath at your words, fingers digging into your hips as he tried to mask the fire burning behind his eyes.
His words were like venom, “Yeah? Then what the fuck am I?”
You stepped back as you took in his angered state, normally he got annoyed when you joked about him not being your boyfriend but he actually seemed bothered this time.
Teasing Draco had become a hobby of yours, enjoying the way he snatched you up to kiss you senseless every time. This time he seemed mad and dare you say…hurt?
“I don’t know Draco! You tell me!”
You huffed at him, getting just as annoyed. He rolled his eyes as you shoved past him towards your bed.
Mumbling, you fiddled with your clothes, “If you don’t want to date me, that’s fine but don’t act like you care whether or not I consider myself your girlfriend. We both know that’s not what you want me to be.”
You turned to see him staring at you, expression unreadable. His words came out monotonous and cold, “And how would you know what I want?”
Your eyes widened as you raised your voice a bit, “I wouldn’t! That’s the point! The only thing you’ve said that you “want” recently, has to do with the damn skirt.”
He seemed as if he wanted to respond but forced himself into silence. You walked to your door, opening it to say, “I’ll see you tonight.”
He was hurt but wouldn’t dare show it, masking it with obvious annoyance. He moved to walk through the door but stopped to look at you as you added, “Okay?”
He nodded softly before leaving.
The conversation stirred you up, getting ready angrily. You stared at the skirt for a minute before deciding to wear it, knowing exactly what would happen.
The second you entered the room his eyes were on you. His jaw was clenched and you could feel the anger radiating off of him as he watched you socialize.
Sipping on his drink, he opted to stare, being completely unaware of everything else around him. He kept his cool until you leaned over the makeshift bar for a drink, every man within a close radius’ head turning to get a look.
He snatched you up in a second, hand locked around your arm as he dragged you to his room.
The second the door closed he had you pressed against it, face so close you could feel his breathe against your lips, a hint of bourbon on it.
“What did I fucking say about the skirt y/n?”
His voice was low and serious, eyes wild as they scoured your figure.
“I told you that I will wear whatever I want and the only person I will even think of changing for, is my boyfriend.”
Your snide tone lit the gasoline that had been burning through his veins. His face remained still but you knew you had struck his last nerve with that statement.
You knew Draco had feelings for you, more than he led on but you needed that confirmation. If he didn’t care enough to even date you then what was the point of allowing yourself to fall deeper? You were infatuated, how could you not be?
The smirk on your face slid a bit when you saw him tense up, his jaw revealing the clenched teeth he hid behind a straight face.
His response was a bit delayed, almost as if he was refraining from losing his composure. Although, that was basically out the window anyways.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He had fire behind his eyes as he stood there stiffly.
Your eyes widened, this was a new look on him. Draco was cool, calm, and collected. It didn’t matter the situation. Obviously his mood fluctuations showed his feelings, but he rarely allowed them to affect him openly.
And honestly, you had never seen Draco look so…bothered.
He stepped towards you as he repeated himself again in angry false disbelief, “Seriously y/n. Are you fucking joking?”
The blank stare and big eyes portrayed your confusion. He hated the outfit, and that you’re trying to squeeze his feelings out of him. But why was he so exasperated?
In a quiet but strong voice you said, “Draco…”
He anxiously pushed his hand through his hair, before responding, “Obviously I’m your fucking boyfriend y/n. You know I haven’t been with anyone else and have no intention of it. So what makes you think you’re not my girlfriend?”
The air left your lungs at him calling you his girlfriend and himself your boyfriend. A small smile slipped onto your face as you realized how much it took for him to say that.
You knew and he knew, but he said it anyways.
He looked you up and down with furrowed brows, attempting to decipher your expression.
“Why are you smiling, y/n this isn’t funny.”
You stepped towards him as your smile grew, “I’m smiling because you called me your girlfriend, you hadn’t said it before.”
His posture relaxed as did his features. In a calm tone he responded, “I didn’t think it needed to be said. You know how I feel about you.”
You were inches away now as you slid your arms around his neck. His hands instinctively grabbed your hips, pulling you closer.
“I know, but you said it anyway.”
His eyes flicked to your lips and back up before whispering, “Well since you need to be told everything…”
He kissed you harshly, lips colliding with yours in a fierce passion. His hand found your neck, holding on gently in contrast to the aggression of the kiss. His other hand snaked around your waist to pull you closer, chest to chest as you melted into him.
His tongue slid into your mouth as his lips moved with yours, relishing in the taste of you.
He pulled back quickly to finish his statement, “get on the fucking bed.”
The tone he used was calm but you knew it was a threat. One that said ‘you disobeyed me once tonight, don’t do it again.’
Eyes wide, you turned a walked to his bed, quietly sitting as he watched you. He walked slowly, his fingers moving to undo the buttons on his shirt. It felt like he took years to get to the edge of the bed, each button that opened revealing more and more of his chest.
Your breaths were getting heavy as he undid the last of them, standing in front of you with his shirt open, muscles shining in the moonlight that fell through his bedroom window.
You reached out to touch him but he caught your hand, tilting his head to look at you with a sly smile, “no touching.”
He slid his shirt off his body as he put a knee up on the bed next to you, his hand meeting your chest and pushing you down against the pillows.
He straddled you, leaning down so that he was inches from your face, “I asked you not to wear that skirt and you did it anyways.”
He placed a small kiss next to your lips, gentle and teasing.
“And since I’m your boyfriend, I guess it’s my job to teach you a lesson.”
His hand was quick to wrap around your neck, squeezing with a light pressure that forced her head up a bit. His eyes remained on you as his other hand snaked down your body to your skirt, before disappearing underneath.
He kept ran his fingers softly up your thigh, moving back down right before reaching your heat. He had you squirming in seconds, but you refused to let him know that.
In all reality you would let him do anything to you. He called you his girlfriend, said he was your boyfriend. You were his and he was yours. The fact that he admitted that allowed him an unspoken agreement that he could and would do whatever he wanted to you.
“Draco…” You leaned up slightly to catch his lips but he moved back, causing you to groan in frustration before throwing your head back against the pillow.
A small chuckle left him as he moved the hand around your neck to caress your jaw, “What is it baby? Don’t like being teased?”
His brows were furrowed in fake concern as he taunted you, placing a gentle kiss against your lips before moving his hand back to your neck with a light squeeze.
His lips brushed yours in a whisper, “because you’ve been teasing me all day with this poor excuse of a skirt. Can’t have my girlfriend walking around like a whore.”
At this his fingers on your thigh immediately met your clit, pressing down hard enough to draw a surprised gasp from your lips. He continued to move his fingers in a circle as he spoke, loving the reaction he was getting.
“Showing every bloke at the school what is mine.”
At this he kissed you hard, lips moving together in a passionate frenzy of tongues and moans. The smell of him consumed you, peppermint and mahogany, one that invoked comfort in the same way that it set your body ablaze.
He moved your underwear to the side, moving one finger up your slit to gather your juices before circling your clit again.
You whispered his name as your eyes shut in pleasure, he watched as small breaths left you, smirking at the effect he had on you.
Without warning, he inserted two fingers into you, pumping slowly.
He swallowed the gasp that left you as he kissed you again, moving in and out at a fast pace.
Your hips were bucking against him as you rode his fingers. You opened your mouth in a silent moan as he kissed the side of your mouth and down your neck. Your orgasm was seconds away, although you couldn’t figure out what to focus on. The way his fingers curled perfectly inside of you, the way his lips felt pressed against your neck, how his dick strained against his pants against your thigh, or the hand around your neck. All of his actions were intoxicating and you were well past your ability to control the pleasure about to course through you.
Then he stopped, removing his fingers before you came. Your eyes snapped open in time to see him staring holes into you as he slowly opened his mouth and sucked his fingers dry. A guttural groan left his throat as he took in your taste. He removed them while his hand on your throat tightened, forcing you to look him in the eye.
He looked from your eyes to your lips while you attempted to hold on to the fading pleasure. You knew he was going to tease you but you weren’t sure how many times he was going to edge you before letting you come. The thought of having him on top of you, feeling his skin against yours while inhaling his scent, led you to reach up and press your lips to his.
He hesitated, considering forcing you back down to the mattress in punishment for being a tease, but he couldn’t. As much as you couldn’t resist him, his magnetic pull to you was all the stronger.
You were the only woman that he would allow to talk back to him the way you had earlier. He had a giant soft spot for you that you both were fully aware of, and even in this moment he just wanted to let himself sink into you and your love. But you needed to be taught a lesson.
As you made out he pressed himself against you, laying fully on top of you now as his fingers went to unbutton your shirt. Your hands slid down his chest to his belt in an attempt to pull his pants down a bit, indicating to him that they needed to be removed. Immediately.
He smirked before leaning up to get a full look at you, leaving his shining physique on display before you. All muscles and ivory skin, he was beautiful and you were mesmerized.
You reached up to touch him but he caught your wrist, “no touching.”
You groaned in annoyance, “Draco…”
A smile played at his lips while he leaned down to you, “Sorry my love but this is what you get for your little stunt earlier.”
He popped the last button on your top before opening it to reveal the lacy bra you had underneath, breast perky and spilling over the top. His pupils dilated as he took you in, hand leaving your neck to both run up your sides in sync with your curves.
His kiss was sudden and passionate, he needed to feel your lips on his. Your hands remained on the bed by your side as you strained to hold yourself back from sliding your hands into his hair. You had a tendency to pull at it during your late night make out sessions, an action that made him weak in the knees.
His hands squeezed underneath your back as he undid the clasp, throwing your bra to the side and immediately replacing it with his mouth.
He twirled his tongue around your nipple as small moans left you, his hand kneading the other. He flicked his eyes up to meet yours as he continued to suck on your breast, a smirk appearing as he let go to press kisses further down your body.
Once he met your skirt he flipped it up, continuing his ministrations onto your thighs. His kisses rose further and further towards your heat, only stopping after placed a wet kiss against your soaked panties.
You groaned his name in an effort to push him along, a silent request to satiate the desire she had coursing through her veins.
He gave you a quick smirk before aggressively pulling your underwear down your thighs, wasting no time before taking your clit into his mouth.
He released a deep breath of relief at the action, finding nothing more satisfying than the taste of his girl.
He eagerly lapped you up, hands holding down your hips that bucked up to him. Out of habit, your hand found his hair to pull gently as he ate you out. He stopped abruptly to say, “if you want me to even consider letting you come tonight, your hands better stay flat against the bed the whole time.”
You reluctantly removed your hand from his silky hair, placing it back against the bed in an annoyed huff.
His smirk grew as he returned to your heat, sucking and licking your clit. The previous orgasm that had been denied approached quicker than you expected, but you held yourself together in an effort to prevent him from catching on. If he knew you were close, he would pull away and this was a fact you were all too familiar with.
The way his mouth moved against you had you bucking your hips as a powerful orgasm nearly overtook you, but he knew your body way too well. He pulled away just as you were about to tip over the edge, kissing his way back up to your lips.
A whine left you as your orgasm faded for the second time of the night.
You were so flustered, hair matted to your forehead in sweat, lips puffy from his kisses. He couldn’t help but stare.
“Draco,” you whined as he looked down at you.
“What baby?” His tone was soft but his grip on your hips was strong, holding you against the mattress.
“Please,” you begged in an attempt to get him to help you finish. He smirked and shook his head a bit as he laughed silently, “what do you want?”
He wanted you to admit it, but you were stubborn.
“Draco…” you whined, carrying out the ‘o’ sound.
His lips drifted down your neck, sucking on that one spot that he knew made you crazy.
“I want you,” you blurted out.
You felt his smirk against your skin as he leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips before sitting up to undo his belt and pants.
Once his remaining clothes had been discarded, he climbed over you as you lay completely naked except for the skirt that had gotten you into this mess.
You moved to unzip the skirt on the side but he stopped your movements, “Keep it on. You wanted to wear it so badly, so you’re going to until I say to take it off.”
The stern tone had a hint of irritation in it at the events from earlier, although it only made you rub your thighs together in an effort to create some friction.
He took note of this and grabbed your legs firmly, holding them still as he looked you in the eye, a silent warning.
His hands slid up your thighs to your skirt, flipping it up so he could fully view your heat. His thumb met your clit, pressing down as he kissed you. He met your eyes again to ask, “Ready?”
The question was laced with affection but held the same dominant tone. You nodded eagerly, “plea-oh!”
He immediately pushed into you, starting at a slow pace before his hand met your neck and forced you to look him in the eye.
His other hand held your hips as his snapped against yours, curses rolling off of his tongue.
Looking down at you nearly made him weak, seeing you all doe eyed and obedient as you softly pleaded, “let me touch you.”
He kissed you in response, your hands immediately flying to his hair to gently pull at.
The kiss was passionate as he poured his love into you, hand still wrapped firmly around your neck to remind you that he could still deny you another orgasm.
It was approaching quickly due to his previous edging, small noises leaving your mouth in sync with the groans flowing from his.
“Draco,” you huffed in between kisses, “please.”
His put pressure on your neck as he spoke against your lips, “Are you going to wear this poor excuse of a fucking skirt again?”
The question was more of a warning. He was the only person allowed to see you this way. The way your legs looked in that skirt had him dying to stick his head between them. And your ass? Barely covered, and the thought of anyone else seeing you like that made him furious.
He squeezed tighter, “I said: are you going to wear that fucking skirt again?”
You writhed underneath him, holding back your orgasm.
“No!” You blurted out desperately, only to be met with another statement that wasn’t the one you needed, further prolonging your suffering.
“That’s right.” His tight grasp on your neck remained as he leaned in to kiss you, pulling back when you moved towards him.
“You’re mine,” he growled, “and the only person allowed to see you dressed like that is me.”
At this he smashed his lips against yours as his hand found it’s way to your clit, rubbing circles nearly made you scream.
He pulled away to speak a barely audible, “Come.”
The reaction was immediate, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm consumed you. Your walls clenched around him, forcing him to follow.
Draco’s previous teasing forced powerful shockwaves through you, releasing absolutely pornographic moans as you rode it out.
Nearly blacked out in pleasure, you registered Draco filling you and quietly whispering, “holy fuck.”
As the feeling began to fade, you slowly opened your eyes to see Draco staring at you with a smirk. He then looked down to where you two were connected to see him drenched in your arousal, darkening the green sheets beneath you.
Your eyes widened, “I’ve never done that before.”
His smirk became softer as he heard the insecurity in your voice.
“Well it was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen, so it won’t be the last time.”
His hand moved to your face, cradling your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you. It was soft, everything that their actions beforehand weren’t.
As he pulled away he laid down next to you, turning so that he was looking at you.
“Y/n,” he asked with curiosity and nervousness.
You looked over at him, responding with a “hm?”
His eyes were big and if you didn’t know him, you’d say he looked fine. But you did know better, there was insecurity in them.
“Why did you say I wasn’t your boyfriend?”
Your head snapped sideways to look at him, sitting up so that you could see him better.
“Earlier?” You looked down at your lap as his eyes burned into the side of your face, your question obviously what he was referring to.
He sat up against the headboard and put his fingers under your chin, turning your head so that you met his eyes.
His gaze softened as you responded, “I was upset…we acted like a couple and did things like a couple, but we weren’t. Initially I was just teasing you about it because i knew it got under your skin but then I started to get sad…because I wanted you to be my boyfriend.”
His eyes stayed on you as you spoke, not an ounce of emotion could be deciphered from his features.
“And I don’t know, you acted like that would never happen so I guess I did too.”
There was a pause of silence between you two before he took a breathe and reached his hand out to grab yours, causing you to look at him.
In a low voice he responded, “I’m sorry.”
The caring look on your face pushed him to continue, “I really fancy you and to be honest, it bothers me. How much I like you, that is. You know I’m not the dating type but I’ve wanted that since the moment this began.”
He indicated the two of you before reaching his hand up to stroke your cheek.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
He moved closer so that he was inches away, looking ever so lovingly into your eyes.
“You did tell me how you felt but we just never made it official and I thought dating ‘wasn’t your thing’” You imitated the words he had spoken a few too many times before the two of you had gotten close. As friends you knew this fact, but as more than friends you had hoped otherwise.
He laughed quietly before gently responding, “It’s not. But with you it’s different.” A soft smile appeared as he finished his statement, “and I guess I am too.”
At this you kissed him, only pulling away when his hand pulled your head down to his chest as you laid against him.
You grabbed the covers of his bed, cradling them around the two of you as you cuddled. His hand drifted up and down your bare back softly as he closed his eyes, a soft smile playing on his features.
You looked up at him, finding his eyes open and trained on you.
“You do know that even though you’re my boyfriend, I’m still going to dress however I please?”
A laugh left him at your comment, opening his eyes again to respond gently as his hand stroked your hair.
“Well then I guess you’re just going to have to get used to being punished.”
The softness of his expression was a stark contrast to the threat held in his response, although you both knew the reality of the situation.
You would continue to wear whatever you want because no man could tell you how to dress. He could continue to seethe in silence until he couldn’t, dragging you to his room to teach you a lesson. One that he knew you’d never learn from, and one that you loved to be taught.
A/N: Hi!!! Here’s this. Quick reminder: do not ever let anyone tell you what you can/can’t wear. This is a kink thing but in all reality nobody should ever seriously make those decisions for you. I care for you all and needed that to be said!!! Anyways send me some prompts or ideas!! Much love xx
