enough for you (dark draco malfoy x f! reader)
cw: reader is old enough to consent/ large age gap/ kind of grooming??/ infidelity/ mentions of smut but no explicit writing
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𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥
you applied a red lipstick and a coat of lip gloss to enunciate the plump in your lips.
'𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦
you put on a pretty and lacey nightgown that left little to the imagination with nothing underneath, just how draco liked it. you specifically chose this colour, knowing it was draco's favourite.
hopefully he would call you pretty, compliment you.
𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴, 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦
you knew how hard it was to please the man, considering the numerous number of girls that would kill just to be in your position.
𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥
you heard the lock of your apartment door rattle and you quickly sat in the middle of the bed like a good girl.
draco threw his briefcase onto your dresser and removed his tie throwing it onto the floor.
𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦
"strip." draco instructed and fiddled with the buckle on his belt.
"b-but i thought you'd like to see me in this."
"shut up. be a good girl or i'll have to punish you."
your once excited smile faltered and you moved quickly to remove the nightgown.
"fuck, you're so good, i love you," he kissed you feverishly as he finished inside of you.
he pulled out, got you and himself cleaned, and slipped under the duvet with you pulled to his chest.
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦
you woke up before draco and padded into your kitchen, making you and the blonde man a cup of coffee.
a dash of milk and two cubes of sugar, just how he took his morning coffee.
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵
you hummed a tune while you cooked breakfast on the hob, the record player softly playing draco's favourite song.
"good morning," you felt draco wrap his arms around your torso and hug you from behind, kissing the back of your shoulder.
you turned your head slgithly to face him and kissed him on the lips, smiling into the intimate gesture.
𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥, 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦
you jolted awake to your alarm clock blaring and you realised that you had dreamed of waking up.
you felt the sheets next to you and they were cold. your best guess was that draco had left either in the middle of the night or during the wee hours of the morning.
𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦
that was always how it was. you did not even know why you were surprised anymore. whenever draco would pay you a visit after a frustrating day at work, he would never stay long enough to even just greet you good morning.
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯', 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨
you sulked to your en suite and looked at your reflection in the mirror. you noticed the bruises that littered your collarbone, and the handprint on your thigh.
you bent over the counter, leaning your elbows against the sink as you buried your face in your hands.
how the fuck did you end up here? but you knew.
you knew exactly how you ended up here.
you were 18, just out college about to start university. you had a summer job working at a pub. it was not ideal, but they paid relatively well.
wealthy businessmen would hire private rooms and you would serve them drinks, making sure to bring out the expensive menu.
it sometimes baffled you how much these men were willing to spend on a single bottle of wine.
you were serving a group of businessmen one night and one of them got to handsy for your liking, his hand on your lower back.
a blonde man, who was in a tailored tom ford man pushed the drunken man away from you.
he sat you down by the bar and made sure you were okay. he introduced himself as draco malfoy and that was the beginning of it all.
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪'𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥
"could you just stay till the morning?" you asked as you ran your fingernails up and down draco's chest.
you felt his chest rise and fall as he let out a tired sigh.
"we've been over this y/n, i can't, you know i can't."
you picked yourself off his chest so you could get a better look of his face.
"just this once?" you pouted.
draco rubbed his face with his hands, "y/n..."
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦
"it's my 21st birthday tomorrow," you mumbled as you settled your head on your pillow, turning away so your back was facing him.
you heard rustling from behind you and you assumed it was draco putting his clothes back on.
"i'm sorry sweetheart, i'll get some presents sent to you tomorrow. happy birthday," he placed a chaste kiss on your lips.
'𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶
your birthday was supposed to be a good day, an exciting one at that.
but that was not the case, because you were you and life was a shit hell hole.
you were already late for school, struggling to put on your clothes as you swung your backpack over your shoulder.
you swung your front door open right as someone was about to knock it, causing them to slightly tumblr forward.
"i'm so sorry," the delivery person apologised, "i have a delivery for a ms y/l/n from mr malfoy?"
"oh uh yea that's me," you anxiously took the flowers from the young man, "thanks."
you threw the flowers into your condo, not bothering to even set them on the floor as you shut the door and locked it.
the delivery man looked at you half worriedly and half confused.
you noticed his gaze and let out a awkward huff, "sorry i'm in a rush, d'you need anything else?"
"no, you're all set." the delivery person shook his head with a kind smile.
"great uh, have a good day," you smiled curtly and quickly rushed down the stairs and out the condo building.
"fuck you malfoy and your stupid flowers," you muttered angrily as you swiped your oyster card and caught the tube.
you were finished with your last class of the day and you decided to have a late lunch at a quaint cafe.
you set your bag down at an empty table and as you were walking to place your order, a lady who was on her phone bumped into you, spilling hot coffee all you.
"oh my god! i'm so sorry!" she immediately apologised.
you wanted to curse and shout obscene profanities at the lady but you composed yourself with a deep breath and pursed a smile.
"sweetheart, are you alright?" a familiar voice spoke, one you would have recognised anywhere.
you were almost relieved to hear draco's voice, hoping he could help you out of this terribly awkward encounter.
"yeah i'm alri-" you said but was cut off by the woman who had spilled her coffee onto you.
"yes i am dear, this young lady might be hurt though."
you looked up from the ground to see draco holding onto the woman's forearms lovingly.
you flinched slightly and blinked a few times, absolutely shocked at the sight in front of you.
what were the absolutely fucking odds?
draco looked just as surprised to see you. the woman picked up on the tension between the two of you.
"do you two know each other?" she asked curiously.
you opened your mouth to say something but draco beat you to it, "yea, she's uh, the daughter of a friend of mine. mr y/l/n? you remember him?"
she definitely had never met your father before because your dad was most definitely not a friend of draco's.
"oh i'm sorry i don't remember, but are you alright hun? did the coffee scald you?" the woman looked genuinely concerned for you, reaching out to inspect your hand.
"daddy, can i have a chocolate scone please?" a small blonde boy, a splitting image of draco tugged on his coat.
"i'm fine, i promise," you retreated your hand away from the woman as you stared at the small boy.
"are you sure?" the woman asked again.
"she said she's alright sweetheart, come on let's go," draco nudged his wife, not even sparing a glance at you.
"he's right, i'm peachy," you forced a smile as you turned around to where your backpack was, picking it up and dashing out the coffeeshop.
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶
that night, draco entered your flat with the key you had given him.
he found you in your bathroom, hugging your knees as you cried.
"fuck off," you croaked as you threw your phone at the man which he quickly dodged.
draco attempted to step closer but you pointed accusingly at him, "get the fuck away from me or i swear i'll scream."
"you promised," you choked out between a sob, "you promised it was over between the two of you, that you were in the midst of a divorce. it's been three years. three. years."
"y/n...sweetheart..." he treaded cautiously.
"stop. no. don't fucking call me that if that's what you call her."
𝘪'𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵
sure you knew draco never got a divorce with his wife like he had promised you years ago. he always assured you that she would never find out and that he was just still together for his son.
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵
but something about seeing the small family today broke you. you saw the love that draco obsviously had for his wife and son, and it made you feel like an absolutely slut.
you were a homewrecker, messing with a married man and father. you hated yourself for ever letting yourself get into this messy, to fall in love with a man who clearly would never put you first.
𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘺
draco's wife and son would always be his priority and if he were to ever be put in the position to choose, he would always choose them.
no matter how hard you tried or were to try, it was never enough to compare to them.
all you ever were was a booty call, and you had no choice but to wait patiently by your phone for him every night. if he sent you a text it meant that he was coming over and if it was radio silence it meant he was not.
you were young, you were naive, your prefrontal cortex not even close to being fully developed when draco had his way with you.
"i was eighteen, i was only eighteen. i had a life ahead of me, friends to make and night outs. but i was always here, for you." you ran wiped your cheek with your palm.
"out." you instructed sternly as you wiped your nosed with the back of your hand.
"out." you pushed yourself onto your feet as you nudged draco towards the front door.
you opened it fully and when draco refused to move, you shoved him roughly and slammed the door shut, locking the chain lock so draco would not come in even if he had a key.
you slid down the door dramatically as your throat burned from crying.
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘣𝘰𝘺
the next day, you opened the door to the delivery person from yesterday. this time, he had a bouquet of flowers in his hand twice as large as the one you had recieved yesterday.
"uh, these are from mr malfoy." he handed you the flowers and you thanked him.
you continued to ignore draco's calls and messages, refusing to open the door when he knocked profusely outside of it.
the following day, you opened the door again to the same delivery person from before.
"from mr malfoy," he handed you the even bigger bouquet than the last.
this routine went on for a week. at this point, the delivery boy did not even have to tell you who the flowers were from for you to know who was the sender.
you wondered if the boy was sick of seeing you everyday, for quite literally the seventh time in one week.
you tried to ignore the knock on the door as you focused on the piano sheet in front of you, your hands hovering over the keys.
the knocking did not stop and you were growing annoyed.
you angrily stomped towards the front door and swung it open.
"would you just leave me alone?" you spat coldly.
the poor delivery man stood there wide eyed holding a box of chocolates and a bouquet of tulips.
you quickly realised you had just told the poor man off.
"shit, oh my god, i'm sorry i didn't mean to tell you off like that. i'm so sorry it's just been a terrible week." you spewed apologies faster than they could leave your mouth.
"it's alright, i could tell it's been a rough week. had a fight with your boyfriend?" he referred to the flowers and choclates in his hand.
"i wouldn't really call him that," you chuckled dryly, "i've actually seen you more times this past week then i've seen him this month."
"i'm sorry," the man apologised sincerely as he passed you the delivery.
"don't be, he's an absulute wanker." you sighed out as you shrugged.
you studied the man's features for the first time.
"wait, you're in my friday class! with professor brown!"
"yea, i am," the man scratched the back of his neck, "i actually recognised you the first time i delivered those flowers but you were in a hurry and i didn't want to hold you back. and the rest of the time when you answered the door you looked like you couldn't be arsed to and i didn't want to piss you off."
"oh my god you must think i'm a cunt or something i'm so sorry."
"it's okay, we all have our off days,” he assured.
"i'm y/n, pleasure to officially meet you" you balanced the chocolates and flowers in one hand and stuck your hand out for him.
"i'm oliver, the pleasure's all mine." oliver shook your hand.
"what time do you get off work?" you asked.
"actually, this is my last delivery."
"this is going to sound insane, but would you like to come in and perhaps finish this box of chocolates with me? god knows i can't do it myself."
oliver did not reply and your face immediately fell.
"oh i-it's fine just forget i ever said anything, hell this is embarassing."
"n-no i'd actually liked that. i just wasn't expecting someone as beautiful as you to ask me out." oliver admitted.
you felt your cheeks grow hot and you were sure you were blushing. draco had never complimented you like that. he always just said that you were hot, whatever the hell that meant.
something about the word beautiful felt so intimate and romantic that it made butterflies flutter in your stomach.
oliver kicked of his shoes by the door as you led him to your front room, sitting comfortably on the plush cushions.
'𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦
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