donât know who out of all my followers this will serve but surprise aged up draco malfoy x fem!reader â manacled inspired fic! except the reader is the kidnapper! dark themes expected donât read this if you canât handle the tags :3
this one is for the boys in the polos⌠he just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look then the panties comin' off
or reader is kinda tipsy and rafe looks a little too good in a black polo (3.1k)
cw: 18+ mdni, p in v, tipsy reader, possessive and a bit obssesive rafe but thatâs expected, starts off with reader down bad but he very quickly matches your freak <3, praise k!nk, size k!nk, he has to make it fit :>, sweat k!nk(?), no protection (wrap it up!), dumbification if u squint
the neon blue mixer youâd been drinking all night was tasting more and more like candy than anything else and you could tell it was finally having its intended effect. rafe had made sure you werenât given anything hard, he didnât want his baby to be too drunk before he could make his way over to you. youâd gotten to the party hours ago and you had scarcely seen your boyfriend, he was busy doing business. sure in the grand scheme of things it wasnât that long since you spent most of your day together but when your friendsâ conversation started becoming boring and your feet began to hurt you wanted nothing more than his strong arms supporting your weight. usually heâd be against your back, biceps curled at the side of your head while he held you close. the pout on your lips was beginning to feel impossible to remove and the pathetic sighs were increasing in frequency. if you didnât see him soon enough youâd go looking for him, to hell with his wishes that you stay out of his business. you mumbled something about getting more to drink, your cup still practically full as you walked on your damned platform heels in search of your man.
as if he could sense your growing impatience rafe was making his way downstairs. he could probably find you with his eyes closed as he made his way down, watching your body move through the crowd, in that damned baby blue tank that youâd worn cause âit matched his eyesâ. he loved how you looked in it but hated that everyone else probably did too, especially since you sacrificed a bra for it. there was a pout on your shiny lips, your arms crossed as you looked around, looked for him. he wasnât any better. heâd been thinking about you the entire time you were apart, wishing he was fiddling with the hem of your shirt rather than dealing to idiot college students. he stepped into your space, you recognized his cologne before you could register his presence, the expensive and overwhelming scent somehow comforting you, a large hand clasped around your waist and turned your body towards him. and it was as if you could finally breathe you looked up at him, your shoulders dropping and with it the tension you hadnât known youâd been holding. blue eyes softened as they met yours. he looked too good, you hadnât seen him when he left, heâd headed out early while you got ready with the girls. low light and his tan skin against the black polo accentuated his features and muscles. your arms looped around his neck before you even spoke and rafeâs lips curled as he watched the frustration in your eyes be replaced with need. your big doe eyes looked up at him, slightly glazed over from your drink and something he shared. as you raised up, your shirt did the same and his thumb swiped against the soft skin of your stomach. just enough contact to make you melt even more.
ââmissed you.â your voice came out small, almost a whine. oh his poor baby. he leaned down, forehead resting against yours and he didnât care what it looked like, heâd do anything for you. no one would fuck with him or you regardless. the pout was back on your lips and rafe hated it.
âsorry angel, let me make it up to you hmm?â his hands caressed your skin, distracting you from your frustration, and the soft squeeze of your waist thoroughly removed any doubts from your mind. with a slight nod to your head, rafe removed one hand, the other coming to rest on your lower back as he pulled away and led you two away. heads turned as rafe moved you through the party, a satisfied smile creeping onto your lips now that your boyfriend was by your side and rafe felt the same. he could finally relax.
when rafe decided youâd reached your destination he removed his hand. you were on the other side of the house now, there were less people around and an empty couch rafe pulled you onto. despite the room for three people, you were promptly pulled onto his lap, not that you minded, you wouldâve ended up there anyway. you leaned your head back to face him, the only downside to being on his lap was not being able to stare at him properly. rafe chuckled at something you werenât privy to, you didnât know how transparent you were when you were drunk. it wasnât even the alcohol anymore that had you in such a state, it was him. the smell of his cologne, his strong thighs under your own, the possessive curl of his arm around your middle, it all had you so far gone you couldnât even notice his amusement. his hand came up to press a thumb against your lips, his large hand cradling your face easily. god he hated when you pouted, your pretty glossed lips looked so much better when they were smiling, laughing, and especially when they were around him. the cold metal of his ring pressed against your cheek and you shivered.
âhey iâm here now.â you nodded, grabbing his large hand with two of your own and pressing a sweet kiss to the thumb that had been trying to force your lips into a smile. your wide round eyes always gave away your true feelings, you were fine now but you wanted to give him some hell, and heâd let you. rafe smiled at your actions, always so damn adorable.
âyeah itâs just you look really good, kinda wish i couldâve had you all tâmyself.â the air left his lungs at your boldness, he knew it was the alcohol making you so careless with your words, but it didnât matter when he was finding it near impossible to control himself. you were back to looking at his chest, you could easily meet his eyes but no you were just drinking in how tight the polo looked on his arms, how broad his shoulders were, how even though the material was dark you could see his pecs stretching it out, his gold chain peeking through under the collar taunting you. god you needed to buy him more black shirts maybe even a size too small. rafe caught onto your gaze, you had hardly been subtle. his jaw clenched at the way your thighs shamelessly pressed together as if he couldnât feel them move on his own. heâd had enough, his hand moving down the side of your body, tracing your curves as it landed its target, thick fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, this finally made you look up. this time his laugh was less comforting, youâd been caught. his lips were on yours in an instant, and the force of his kiss made you squirm on his lap, his hand slipping under your skirt and making you gasp. you tried to match his energy, his tongue swirling in your mouth, drool collecting on your tongue and you wanted more. the slight roll of your hips made rafe pull back abruptly, could you even feel how hard he was or were you that far gone? the hazy look in your eyes and slight drool slipping past your lips gave him his answer.
âget up.â he glared down at you, the blue being swallowed by black and you watched his jaw tick in impatience. your body warmed at the way he looked at you, not angry no he was desperate for you. you knew the feeling. you nodded dumbly, a smirk curling his lips as he stood unceremoniously, you stumbling to catch yourself. he wouldâve laughed had he not been so pent up, offering a hand as he led you away with fervor. it wasnât to his car though, no you were going deeper into the house. anticipation coiled in your stomach, your lace underwear drenched through at how forcefully rafe was acting with you. you almost tripped at how quickly he was moving, his long legs making it hard for you to keep up, he didnât care. you wondered if it might have been better if he threw you over his shoulder at this point. the thought made you even dizzier. rafe tried every doorknob before one opened, an empty guest room that you were being ushered into.
âwhat are-â rafe pushed you back gently onto the bed. your mind caught up to his actions, you thought you were going back home, you were supposed to be leaving. the way he was looking down at you, made your skin prick with heat, youâd be lucky if you made it out of this room alive. his arms caged you on either side of your head, veins protruding and muscles taut from tension. he was gonna make you start begging for it if he didnât act soon.
ânot making it home.â the gruff answer was all you could take, a desperate sound crawling up your throat as you fisted the material of his polo and pulled him into a kiss. sloppy and feverish, you were more so trying to consume him than kiss him and he gave in, groaning as you bit his lip hard. at least now he could finally get his hands under that scrap of fabric you called a skirt, tracing the edges of your laced panties as you gasped at the ghost of his touch. and just like that he had the upper hand again, he could feel your nipples pebbling against his chest and he didnât bother removing his clothes, he knew you liked how he looked with them on anyway. instead he was shoving your legs open, looping one around his hips to make space for himself, drawing a gasp from your glossed lips.
âwhat do you mean-â your wide eyes looked up at him, hands instinctively curling into the fabric of his polo. eyes dripping with need and adoration, he wished he could keep you by his side forever he felt so fucking stupid for leaving you in the first place. the way you looked at him made his heart break.
âneed you now, fuck do you even know what youâre doing to me?â narrowed navy eyes glared down at you through long lashes, tearing your underwear and skirt down in one fluid motion, the cool air against your sticky cunt making you shiver. âgonna burn this, everyone can see your tits, pissing me off all night.â rafe shoved the blue tank top up your chest, your breasts recoiling and bouncing down to rest against your chest, nipples hard and tempting. mesmerized, rafe was thanking every deity that he was the only one fortunate to see you like this.
ârafey-â a whine of his name was all it took for something in him to snap out of his trance, without warning your legs were being hoisted over his shoulders and he was unzipping his pants. he was painfully hard and you groaned at the feeling of his weepy tip pressing at your entrance, shaking your head furiously for him to continue. you knew it would hurt, rafe had to prep you before taking him but clearly neither of you could care at the moment. your poor cunt spasmed as he shoved his way in, being pushed out once or twice as you felt your walls spasm in pain at the intrusion, all the while getting wetter in a frustrating dichotomy. such a stretch you couldnât help the whines leaving your lips, rafe was cursing under his breath at how fucking tight you were. when he finally slipped in he let out a sigh of relief, one heâd been holding since he left your side those few hours ago. your warm wet walls enveloped his tip, holding him tight like heâd ever even want to leave. you felt so good he couldnât help but want to propose to you every time, he had to hold his tongue the first time you let him hit raw. his calloused thumb reached down to stroke your clit, jolting your body and making you grab onto his shoulders even tighter, trying to relax you so he could be all the way in.
âso fucking tight baby god you feel like a dream, never gonna leave you again.â he gritted the words out, your nails now scratching at his back as you tried to ground yourself. rafe pushed against every ring of resistance, bullying his way in and you felt a lump in your throat, panicked that it was somehow his tip. you could feel every vein, every curve molding your cunt to take him.
âsâtoo big.â you whined and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. a moment of reprieve from the way he was treating you.
âyou can take it, youâre my good girl right?â you squirmed under him at the praise, cheeks puffing up as you huffed out a frustrated breath. you were so damn adorable, rafe fought the urge to bite you. you didnât respond, continuing your fight to adjust to his size. âlet me hear you baby, âmissed your sweet voice.â his words came out low and sweet, an adoring lilt to his tone that you know he only reserved for you. a siren beckoning you to your demise.
âyes rafey, im yours.â you had barely processed what he said besides the praise, you were slowly adjusting to him and the pain was giving away to pleasure. your adoring, annoyingly accurate, boyfriend had angled you just right so his tip pressed right against your sweet spot. you could feel him hot and angry inside you, leaking precum adding to the mess between your thighs. you didnât have any space left so all of your arousal was dripping down your crack, pooling on the sheets in an obscene puddle.
âfuckkk thatâs right youâre mine.â the kiss he pressed against you was less desperate than yours, sweet and slow, like you had all the time in the world and maybe you did. the weight of his body pressing into yours to kiss you was a welcome one, calming your nerves and reminding you of home. when he pulled back his blue eyes stared into yours, creased at the ends from how he smiled at you, you felt shy all of a sudden, closing yours eyes as you smiled and nodded for him to move.
despite how badly he wanted to rail you into next week he started out slowly, fucking his length in and out of you until he didnât have to push into you each time. âshouldnât have looked at me like that pretty girl,â you were starting to grow feverish, he was purposefully missing where you needed him the most, moving too slowly to scratch your itch. his words finally caught up to you, realizing he wanted a response before he gave you what you wanted.
âl-like what?â the sweat running down his neck looked tempting, you wondered if you reached up would you be able to taste him, but that would prove difficult in your current position. rafe could see your hungry gaze trying to work something out, his dick twitching at how even now, when he was 9 inches deep you were still desperate for him. heâd made you like this he knew that, how could he blame his poor baby?
âlike you are right now.â your eyes flickered up to meet his, you were caught once again. you didnât care any more, he was yours and you were his.
âcanât help it-hah-black suits you.â rafe scoffed at your indignant response, ramming his hips a bit harder than he intended and making you cream around him. there was a white ring forming at his base and heâd make you clean it up after. by now heâd had enough, he couldnât ignore how painfully hard he was much longer.
âblue suits you baby, but just mine.â his sentiment was a bit insane in hindsight, you should have recognized that but you didnât really care when he slid all the way out and rammed into you. the bed shook from the force of his weight pressed down into yours and you screamed. you were guessing it was his name but it didnât matter because the next few times it definitely was. rafe was fucking you mean and hard, your legs were far past his shoulders as he slammed his hips against yours his rip bruising your cervix and your g-spot every thrust. you were shaking after being filled by him and then being left empty, every time your body went into shock from the sensation. he chanted your name and a string of curses, drops of his sweat and a few tears mixing on your cheeks and falling into your mouth. the pressure building inside you felt like a dam ready to burst, your orgasm came abruptly, and rafe didnât even slow down a bit when your walls spasmed around him, trying desperately to hold him still. your back arched and violent shivers ran down your spine at the sensation and subsequent overstimulation. smalls hands shoved his shoulders and it was useless when he had you close to a second orgasm in seconds, as an apology for the sting he pressed a kiss to your ankle between thrusts. the second orgasm was warm and fuzzy, your mind going a bit numb to the pleasure and youâd blame him for making you so cockdrunk if he teases you later for what you were about to do. rafe felt your tongue lick a long wet stripe along his jawline, his sweat salty on your tastebuds and you hummed at the taste. he was close to coming from that alone. a groan left his lips, rumbling deep through you, washing over you like a silent command.
âbaby come inside please.â he slowed down at your words, thinking he might just knock you up if you keep talking like that. with the mean mating press he had you in, it wouldnât even be difficult.
âfuck want it to-ugh-drip down your legs for everyone to see huh?â you whined at his words, nodding furiously and he smiled down at you, proud of how equally unhinged youâd become. your wish was his command, after all. he drew you to another orgasm before driving his hips into you again and cumming into you, making sure every single drop was given to you. his hips flush against you, with no space for anything to slip out, effectively plugging you full. with the cloud of pleasure slowly drifting away you started to feel the aches in your body and between your legs. no one would see anything because youâd have to be carried out. he rolled off you, pulling your underwear up your legs and making sure his cum didnât slip away from you, it felt so disgusting but you didnât have the luxury to worry about that. you were more worried about how you felt like youâd been body slammed by a linebacker. rafe looked thoroughly fucked out, you wondered how bad you looked. he didnât tell you that heâd have to fix your makeup before leaving the room.
âdonât think i can walk.â you turned towards him on the bed, pulling your shirt down which he watched unabashedly. instead of frowning or faking some kind of empathy, the fucker smiled.
âhell yeahâ you shoved at him and he laughed, pulling you closer as if it were possible, your forehead pressed against his. âdonât worry baby iâll carry you, plus you were kinda slowing me down anyways.â a roll of your eyes and a twitch of your lips told rafe that youâd be okay, heâd pamper you tomorrow and maybe fill you up again, and again, just to see how it would look like running down your legs. youâre the one who asked for it, how could he deprive his baby?
the demons r speaking to me theyre saying jon snow loves when you stick your fingers down his throat while you ride him, he loves when u shut him up and all he can hear is your whines and the sick squelch of your bodies connecting⌠iâm feeling faint
omg anon iâm so sorry for seeing this just now but this has got my eye twitching (every jon girl remembers him telling ygritte heâd rip off her dress itâs haunted us long enoughâŚ)
fem wife!reader x lord jon snow
you walk in rather casually into the shared space of your living room, jon had some guests over so you made sure to dress properly
the fabric of your gown was a deep blue velvet, adorned with silver embroidery, bell sleeves adorned your arms of a finer material, with a straight skirt, and a heart neckline that displayed your cleavage
when you went to greet the guests you bowed low and deep, they were unfamiliar to you but it didnât matter, your husband outstretched his hand with wide eyes and small hint of a smile reserved for you alone, pressing a kiss to your hand when it found its place in his
you made polite conversation, all the while feeling jonâs gaze on you every so often, he was stealing rather obvious glances, unbeknownst to you he was counting down the seconds till he could have you all to himself, if you werenât both under the scrutiny of your guests he would have dug his hands into the flesh of your thighs, letting the material singe his thumbs with how hard heâd grip
NSFW UNDER THE CUT MDNI
itâs not even minutes after the guests leave, maybe a total of ten seconds, all you know is itâs two breaths and a gasp before jon has his hold on you like a wild animal, hoisting you over his shoulder and to the nearest room he can find. he lays you down gently on the furs that line the mattress. you donât even look down, your eyes are fully trained on him and his ravenous gaze. it makes the slight breeze traveling up your skirt all the more pleasant when you can feel your bare flesh, moisten and clamp down on nothing.
he doesnât need to hold back any longer, heâs drinking in every inch of you, although he hasnât even touched you properly you shiver at the way his jaw clenches at your now exposed calves. you hold your breath when he gains on you, predatory and careful like he didnât want to scare away his little lamb, not that you would dare to run, you were entirely at his will
warm, large hands roughened by the leather of a sword clasp your ankles, tugging you down the length of the bed effectively dragging your skirt up as he planned for, jonâs gaze burns your skin, a flame licking up the trail he leaves and his hands are like fuel, making you writhe under his attention
he tries to wedge himself between your legs finding that your skirt couldnât accommodate him, a dark look cascading his expression, and you shake your head as he removes a hand and takes a hold of the velvet âjon itâs a new dress.â he spares you an amused glance, tugging it apart and trying to make the fabric stretch, it doesnât yield as he assumed, but he might as well give it a try for you his pouty wife. you look practically edible splayed out on the bed and he canât hold back much longer.
ââaye it is my love and iâll buy you one in every color, you look beautiful in it.â you try to stop him but you know it would be futile, you hear the rip of the fabric before you can even speak, and then the skirt is pushed off your legs. fortunately it has some semblance of being saved, a tear down one side is manageable, if only you could count on this one being the last. jon swears under his breath at the sight of his wifeâs pretty puffy cunt glistening all for him. âthe dress never stood a chance.â your legs are hoisted onto his shoulders as he kneels between them, reverent and a ostensibly gentle gaze, drinking you in like he doesnât plan to ruin you. the warm breath of his exhale fans across your core, pricking the sensitive bud and you shudder beneath him, trying to roll your hips closer to his face, for any semblance
âjonâŚlord snow please.â your whines snap him out of his trance, his lips pressing to you before he spits onto your cunt, as if it needs more slickness, and dives into you. jon slurps, spits, kisses, bites, and eats like he might never see another drop of liquid again, like he would rather die than be torn from you. you buck and cry his name as his tongue laves over your clit between coercing and drinking straight from your source. youâre about to cum and he can feel it the way you flutter around his tongue so he pulls back, drawing another whine from you. jon seems drunk off your taste as he licks his lips clean and relishes in your scent staining his beard. the sight of him lost in pleasure because of you makes you sit up and pull him up the length of you, urging him to take up the space that pulses for him, the space that feels empty without him. he chuckles at your desperation but assuages you regardless, tearing down the front of your dress, buttons and fabric flying across the room and you canât find it in you to care, not when jon is latching onto your breast and biting at your nipple, youâre so sensitive you arch into him and try to find some friction by bucking your hips into his. he realizes what youâre doing and pulls off with an obscene pop. his poor wife, flushed and breathing heavy, pouting and writhing beneath him. how could he be so cruel?
your dear husband, finally gave you what he you needed and unbuckled his belt, drawing a sigh of relief from your pretty lips, and you fumbled with his zipper, he brought his hand to your entrance, ready to prep you but you gently slapped his hand away, prying his cock out instead. you didnât care if it hurt, you needed him so badly and your body screamed for him to fill you up.
jon pressed a kiss to your lips and then your heart before he lifted one of your legs up and onto his shoulder, before pressing into you, you were so tight around him he felt like he had to push into you, a gush of your liquid coating him and his balls, making it easier for him to slip in. when you could feel the heavy tip of his cock brush against your cervix you knew it was in, relaxing and acclimating to his length and girth. jon was shallowly and slowly thrusting in and out to help you, but as soon as you shook your head slightly he knew you were giving him permission, permission to ruin you as he wanted
he pulled all the way out before slamming back into you, knocking against your cervix and jerking you up the bed, your eyes nearly rolled back into your head at the sensation of feeling so empty and then all at once filled so much you swore you could feel him in your lungs, the air was knocked out of you because of it, but your husband, still drunk off of you didnât give you any time to recover as he continued his bruising pace, fucking you so hard the bed scraped against the floor and you worried the headboard would leave a dent in the wall. he had no such concerns, pulling your hips into his, as if he could reach further into you, when that proved unsuccessful he pulled your other leg over his shoulder and pushed down, down, down until his hips were flushed with yours and driving into the bed, the new angle made him curve against you, his tip hammering against the spot inside you that made you scream his name. in a few more thrusts you were coming around him, spasming and clenching him so much he felt close too and that wouldnât do. he let you ride out your orgasm, his pace unfaltering but to him that was acquiescing enough. of course when the wood under the mattress snapped he had no choice but to pull you off of the bed, carrying you (speared onto his cock) to the desk nearby. you moaned at the change in position when he stood, pressing into you deeper and the pain of him pushing against your cervix had you near tears.
he put you down on your shaky legs before turning you around, pushing you against the desk and your fuzzy mind caught up to his actions, you gripped the edge of the mahogany in preparation for what was to come. the skirt was once again shoved up your legs and jon pressed into you from behind, a new angle offered new sensations and your clit bumped the wood with his first experimental thrust, earning a groan from you, jon moaned at the new position too, satisfied with how he could dive into you without the fear of breaking you, you werenât so sure about that though with how deep you could feel him.
the sound of the desk shaking was negligible against the sick squelch of your cunt, you were nearly dripping onto the floor underneath you, you had came again at some point and then again and the orgasms began to blur into one hazy blissed filled sensation, your cunt tingling and spasming around jon
you could feel that he was close, the twitching inside you and the tightening grip on your hips told you enough, finally when you moaned his name, jon always loved to hear it from your lips, did he come inside, rope after rope filling you up and then out when there was no space left, he pulled back and held your skirt up so he could watch your hole pucker and try desperately to keep it all in
your legs crumbled underneath you as his weight left yours, the support you needed now gone and jon cooed at your shaky form, covering you in his discarded robe and carrying you out in your half-torn dress to a different room, one with an unbroken bed. your skin burned at the thought of your staff having to clean it up the next day, but then it wasnât the first time theyâd found such a state and it wouldnât be the last with how your husband looked down at you, he still looked ravenous. oh you were in for a long night, especially given that your dress was still partially on your body, jon had more plans for the remaining fabric
okay i went a lil crazy (not gonna read the word count im embarassed)
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