Sweet Tears | D.M x Reader
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x crybaby!reader
Summary: Draco can't help but fold every time he sees you crying, especially when it's his own fault.
CW/Genre: p in v sex, smut, fluff, dacryphilia, slight emotional sadism, one shot, proofread, mentions of violence (not in detail), slightly ooc, hbp Draco
1.3k wrds cross posted on ao3
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Of course, Draco Malfoy knew he was bad. Everyone knew it. Being a Death Eater's son doesnât exactly make you out to be a model student. But Draco had never felt quite as bad as he did right now, holding your sobbing form in his arms as he held back a smile.
Draco knew he should be a respectable boyfriend, one who would wipe away your tears and hug you tightly, reassuring you that everything would be ok. He should be punching in the face of whoever spread that oh-so-mean rumor about you right now. And of course, he would later. That student would be lucky to make it to the hospital wing without having to crawl.
But now, Draco couldnât help but stare at your tear-streaked face as you clung to him for comfort. He had tried, really tried, to be the nice, caring boyfriend for you, but he just couldnât help the way his pants tightened at the middle when you looked up at him with those big doe eyes.
It wasnât his fault when those extra ingredients slipped into your potion the second you looked away. He hadnât *meant* to change your potion from the bright red Professor Snape had instructed you to make to a muddy brown. And really, he didnât expect you to burst into tears in the middle of class when Snape reprimanded you. He had held your sniffling form tightly, whispering sweet words to you, and of course, to everyone else, he did look like a model boyfriend.
âBaby, itâs ok. It's just a little mistake, yeah?â He had said to you, using only the softest tone for his sweet girl. âHappens to everyone, yâknow?â He had reassured you gently, rubbing your back and placing a tender kiss on your forehead. He couldnât help the smug expression on his face that you were oblivious to, face still buried in his chest as you held back sobs.
âYouâre the only one I can go to, Dray..â You had mumbled into his chest, he hadnât meant to ruin everyone else for you, but god did it feel good. You hadnât noticed the way he subtly adjusted himself in his trousers, concealing a painfully hard member. You hadnât noticed how he slipped off after class, quickly making his way through the hallway and to the prefect's bathroom.
You were oblivious to the fact that he was roughly palming his cock, still imagining your tearful face as he came. And of course, you never noticed when he slipped back beside you at meals, his face still flushed from his disappearance. What you *did* notice was the way he slipped his arm around you and pulled you in for a kiss on the cheek. Making sure to show you off to his friends.
When he had finally started dating you (after the many attempts it took to get you to stop being so oblivious to his affection), your need for comfort only increased; not that Draco minded, of course. Thatâs why you were here right now, in his arms, choking on your tears because of a silly rumor.
He traced patterns on your back with one hand, the other holding you close as you trembled against him. Draco loved nothing more than the sight of his fragile girl crying. You just looked so good with a flushed face and red rimmed eyes.
âShh.â He gently silenced you, forcing you to look up from his shoulder as you pressed yourself even closer against him. âItâs all ok, baby, Iâm gonna make it better.â He spoke softly as he tilted your face to the side with a gentle hand under your chin, giving his lips better access to your stained cheeks as he gently kissed every tear away.
Draco slipped his cold hands under your blouse, ensuring his lips never left your face, making their way down to kiss and nip at your jaw tenderly. His hands slid up further, reaching your lacy bra and swiftly unclasping it to squeeze and rub your breasts.
âDrayâŠâ you choked out, still sniffling slightly, and *god* did his cock practically weep at the sight of you sitting so pretty just for him. Eyes still brimming with tiny tears. He quickly silenced whatever mindless complaint you had with his lips against yours, mouth melting at the warmth as his skilled fingers rolled your hardened nipple in a way that made you gasp against his mouth.
His hands left your breasts to struggle with your skirt, fumbling with the zipper before pulling it down along with your matching sheer black panties.
âDid you pick this out just for me, baby? I'm so lucky, arenât I?â He spoke out between sloppy kisses, words slurred from the addictive contact. You nodded dumbly, hands moving up to wipe away stray tears, smudging your makeup slightly in the process.
âMy beautiful girl.â Dracoâs hands came back up, this time to fuss with his belt. The metal buckle clanked loudly as it hit the floor. He pulled down the zipper to his trousers with one hand while the other found its way up to your back, pulling you closer against him so that your head was resting against his shoulder.
His erect cock came free as both trousers and boxers were pulled down, lips once again connecting with your neck to leave bruises and small kisses. You gasped against his shoulder, whining quietly at the sharp bites left by Draco.
âShh..â he murmured, hand smoothing down your hair as he returned to kiss your temple. His free hand came down to pump at his cock before guiding it to your warmth. The satisfaction of meeting your dripping cunt, forcing a sigh out of him, deep voice meeting your own as you gasped loudly against him.
âFucking perfect, baby.â He spoke out, cock still sinking into you. There was no place Draco would rather be, especially while you were still whimpering and teary from all the crying you had just done.
As he began to move, tears once again began to well up in your eyes. You moaned softly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Draco quickly set a rough pace, not caring to go slow; he couldnât help it when you looked so needy and defenseless against him.
âWanna see you.â He grunted, hand coming up to gently push your face away from his neck to instead make eye contact with you. The sight of you still crying, sobbing even, just for him was already enough to make his thrusts sloppy, speeding up inside you as he groaned from pleasure.
His skilled fingers came down to rub at your clit, circling it tenderly as your hips involuntarily jerked against him to meet his cock. You cried out from the overwhelming pleasure, eyes still brimming with tears as Draco got both of you off.
âFuck Iâm close.â He groaned against you, lips meeting yours again in a sloppy kiss. You nodded against him, eyes rolling back. You never needed to tell Draco if you were close; it was always apparent by the tears and the way your back would arch as you pressed closer to him yet again.
His thrusts got faster, becoming even sloppier as he moaned lowly. And with a few more rough thrusts, he spilled inside you; fingers still circling your clit as you came in tandem. His movements stilling inside you soon after, as you came down from both your highs.
He kissed your temple, hand rubbing your back gently as he pulled out of you. Fluids leaking out of your gaping cunt as he moved.
âFeeling better yet?â Draco chuckled against your hair, still peppering kisses against you as you sniffled.
âLove you, Dray.â You murmured softly with a nod, arms circling his neck as you hugged him tightly.
âI love you too, baby.â He laughed again, signature smirk becoming obvious as he pecked your lips. He maneuvered you so you were lying on the bed coming down next to you soon after. And with a final murmur of praise, he pulled you close and fell asleep, arms still holding you close.
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