can you write something about you and draco just got had an argument and now you’re both at a common room party but you decide to try and make draco jealous with another guy and draco takes you to his room and fucks you in front of a mirror 👍🏼
jealousy || d.m. x reader
warnings: smut, degradation, choking
a/n: i kinda fell in love with theo here so excuse that, i was having my fun
his eyes tracked you as you sauntered across the room, running hands down the biceps of faceless males and sending winks to those who gave you more than a appreciative glance.
you didn’t forget what draco had done. how could you? it’s not my fault that you can’t handle a little competition, he had taunted, dangling the fact that pansy hung off his arm all day in your face.
he was your secret boyfriend. not hers. and you didn’t even try to form a rebuttal, simply spinning on your heel and leaving him in the middle of the corridor. the absolute nerve of him turned to dust in your wake.
that’s when the idea dawned on you. because if he was allowed to tease you, to tug those envious strings that composed the chambers of your heart, then you were more than welcome to tug on the possessive ones of his.
your gaze met theo’s, that ever-present cocky smile of his playing across his lips. you turned your head for only a moment, ensuring that draco could get a good view from his seat across the common room, the zeroed in on your target.
theo looked up at you, grinning, and shifted his legs apart slightly. invitation. his arms spread, firewhisky in one hand, two fingers curling on the other. it was all you needed, taking a few more steps before plopping in his lap.
you giggled, the party roaring around you, but no louder than the absolute fire trapped in draco’s pupils. he was going to kill nott. or maybe you. he hadn’t decided yet.
you played with theo’s already-loosened tie as his lips tilted down to your ear. “he’s contemplating murder,” he murmured, voice tantalizing yet still nothing compared to the usual that tickled the shell. “if i end up in the infirmary, i expect multiple gift baskets as compensation for your idiotic endeavors.”
“you know about us?” you pressed a kiss under his jaw, relaxing into his body. theo was one of the people you trusted most in the school, second only to the snake still glaring daggers.
sighing, theo went along with your act. he tangled his fingers into your hair, playing with the strands and letting them flow like water between his fingers. “the rest of the school may be blind, but i’m not.”
a pause, then, “ah, would you look at that?”
you had been kissing your way up the side of his neck in the most indolent of fashions, when the observation came out. you turned your head, finding draco making his way toward the couch you were situated on.
he gave you a hard stare, gripping your upper arm and nearly dragging you from theo’s lap. you could feel the bruises forming from his fingertips, and electricity shot down your spine at the prospect.
“thanks, theo,” you whispered as draco pulled you along.
“anytime, princess.” he winked as he searched the crowds of students, all of which were too busy to notice the two most recognizable members slipping away. together.
draco wasted no time in pulling you into his prefect dorm, all but throwing you onto the bed before locking the door behind him. he didn’t even bother with a silencing charm, wanting you to be heard.
“strip.” the order was crisp, clear, stained with equal parts anger and jealousy.
you crossed your arms, tilting your chin up at him. defiance.
a mistake. his grip was on your chin and his teeth were bared. fingers slipping to your throat and shoving you to a poster of his bed. “wasn’t a request,” he growled, limiting your airway.
when you refused to move once more, he took matters into his own hands, spinning you so your chest was pressed against the wood pole. he unzipped your tight dress quickly and threw the fabric away, no pretense as your bra followed.
“fucking whore,” he muttered as he saw your bare ass, the result of forgoing panties or any sort of coverings. “just opening your legs for anyone, aren’t you?”
“can’t handle a little competition?” you smirked, using his words against him.
what happened next was a quick succession of numerous absolutely pleasurable actions. he grabbed your wrists tightly, making you squirm, then released them to fasten his own tie around your neck, backward so he could wrap his hand around the tail. like a fucking leash.
“on your knees,” and he didn’t wait before shoving you onto all fours, carpet burning into your skin. he kept a sharp grip, taking more oxygen from you as he walked you like a pet across the room.
each step had you flushing bright red, humiliated to be lessened to the likes of a dog. any time you tried to pull away, he only yanked you harder, making you practically wheeze by the time he brought you into the bathroom. the cold tile cut into your palms like ice, fighting the heat blooming.
“throat already sore?” he pouted, faux-sympathy stealing his face. “such a shame. i was going to put that pretty mouth of yours to so many uses.”
you looked up at him, waiting for him to say you could stand. finally, he gave a softer tug, orders to rise. you did so on shaky legs, still feeling more than degraded, treated in such a demeaning manner.
when you were face to face with him, he dragged a thumb across your cheekbone, but didn’t remove the tie. you caught your breath, massaging your skin gently as you knew the bruises that would form.
“tell me who you belong to, darling. i want to hear it,” he brushed his lips against the shell of your ear, so much better juxtaposed with theo’s.
“myself,” you breathed. “if you want to own someone, go see pansy.”
he chuckled. “pathetic. my whore has been insulted by parkinson. if i wanted her, i would have her. don’t be an idiot.”
the words weren’t nice, but they eased some type of hurt in your chest. he didn’t let you respond, simply spinning you so your hips were pushing into the edge of the counter, sharp pressure on the bones.
“you’re wrong about two things, though. because you most certainly do not belong to yourself. you know better than that.” you heard his belt clink, then drop to the floor. “watch very carefully now.”
draco pushed you down so you were bent over the vanity, meeting your own eyes in the mirror. the marble made your nipples harden into defined peaks, and you groaned at that bit of friction. you heard more metal, zippers, fabric against skin. crinkling foil, soft laughter, breaths of preparation.
he spared one second to alignment, then lifted your head up with the tie, bringing your gaze to him. he smirked, but gave you no time to dwell as he snapped in at once, shoving your hips against the edge so hard that you whimpered.
but beside the pain, there was the immediate pleasure of being filled so well. he brushed your cervix with every thrust, and you were so close to the mirror that if you were to catch a glimpse of your pupils, they would be beyond blown. you bit your lip to contain the noises that threatened to spell out.
“look at you”—he yanked on the tie, bringing your head up—“you can barely take my cock. so pathetic.” he groaned loudly as your muscles started trembling, closing around him.
“dray—” you cut off with a gasp, fingers flushing red and white and back to normal as they gripped the counter, needing the anchor.
“take it. take it all. i don’t want you to stop until you’ve cum so much that you can barely move.”
you whimpered again, just as his hand fell to the apex of your thighs, rubbing fast circles on your clit. you involuntarily bucked, body trying to escape while your heart cried for more. you wouldn’t last long.
your tears made quick work of the kohl lining your eyes, saliva dribbling down your chin as he fucked you with a fervor you had never known. the idea clicked that if draco were to employ this energy in another way, he may truly be compared to a real death eater.
he was ruining you, dragging heartstrings and weaving them together in an intricate picture. a picture of his tie around your throat and his cock reaching spots that had never been touched. not by anyone else.
“tell me—” he snapped into you so suddenly that you screamed, orgasm making your tongue heavy, knees only barely keeping you up, “—tell me one more time—” another snap, another gasp of pain and pleasure as it felt like he was bruising your cervix, “—who it is that you fucking belong to.”
he pulled the tie harder, making you strain your spine and letting you watch him destroy you. you were painted with desire; flushed cheeks, black running down your face, wide—so very wide—and entrancing pupils.
“y—you,” you sobbed, shaking as three more deep and hard strokes—accompanied by strokes on your clit and u-spot—had the coil in your stomach snapping. your knees buckled, falling as draco just went harder and harder, chasing his orgasm and not giving in until he got it. not even when you begged him to stop, the overstimulation utterly too much.
he was throbbing inside of you, twitching as he finished with a last snap, filling you to the hilt. every inch of you was shaking, and every time you thought the climax ended, another wave dragged you under, leaving you a sobbing and quivering mess. completely incapable of response or protest when draco spun you, backs of your thighs in the location your hips so previously occupied.
you fell into his shoulder, inconsolable as you still were feeling aftershocks. his hand skimmed up and down your back, then undoing the tie—the leash—around your throat. he took the responsibility of massaging the area, your vocal cords feeling raw and abused.
“look how pretty you are,” he admired your ravaged state. “can anyone else do this to you? can nott do this to you?”
you shook your head. of course they couldn’t. and you would be the worst kind of idiot to ever think as much. you scanned draco; the sheen of swear on the chest that you laid against, the longer locks of platinum loose and in view, that angelic aura that contrasted the absolute devil contained inside. “only you,” you murmured.
“you saw us tonight—saw what we did. and when you find another man who can take you like i can, let me know. because until then, you are only mine.” that tone sent shivers through your body, dispersed amongst post-coital tremors.
“doesn’t mean shit,” he finished for you, drawing your chin up. “she couldn’t do half the things that we do. and even if she could, i wouldn’t want her.”
you drew in a few breaths, gathering yourself before sliding your hands up his biceps and to his shoulders, pushing back. you smiled at him, and draco’s adam’s apple bobbed as he realized just how thoroughly he ruined you.
“show me,” you said, ignoring your aching body as you tilted up to press a kiss to his throat. “show me just how much you don’t want her. show me just how much you want me instead.”
the smirk permeated the air as draco hoisted you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, and carried you away. your clit brushed against him and you had to hold in the wince, knowing pain turned to pleasure just as quickly as clouds did to storms. the type of thing that seems unexpected, up until it happens. that’s when it all makes sense.
moments like the one where he threw you onto the bed, notably gentler but still nowhere near kind. you wouldn’t get that with him, and that was exactly how you wanted it.
you saw the look in his eyes. the depth of his pupils that scared you as much as endless oceans did. the way there was so much lust, desire, hunger, and beside it all, lingering tendrils of pure jealousy.
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