Who is in control?
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See warnings before proceeding because this is extremely dark
Warnings: Bullying, obsessive stalker behavior, angst, extremely dubious consent, hate sex, public sex, characters are of age, name calling, physical violence (please don’t actually get with your abusers in real life this is just fiction)
Do not read if you’re a minor or get triggered by this stuff
Draco Malfoy x reader (smut/18+ only)
Summary: Draco’s main reason for bullying you was because you were a Muggle-born. That wasn’t the only thing he wanted to do to you.
Word count: 3.9k
You felt as if your organs were about to spill out of your body as you caught the eyes of Draco Malfoy and the rest of his Slytherin gang, sauntering around the Great Hall like they owned the school. You were used to dealing with bullies even before you started attending Hogwarts, back at your Muggle school. It was as if the same types of people followed you wherever you went even though Draco was worse than any other bully from your old school. People knew you were shy and socially awkward, and they claimed that that’s the reason you were an easy target, but whenever you tried standing up for yourself, you were labeled as a trouble-maker. It was like you could never win in these situations.
When you came to Hogwarts, you were given a second chance to reinvent yourself with this new life in this new world, but unfortunately, it seemed aspects of your old life followed you here in the form of a platinum-haired boy.
It was no secret that you and Draco Malfoy hated each other’s guts. The whole school knew he loved to bully you, but what you hated even more than Draco himself was the fact that no one ever helped you.
You didn’t understand why it was Draco who specifically picked you out even though there were plenty of other Muggle-born students besides yourself. It was as if he had you reserved for himself while his friends were the ones who picked on the other students.
You looked around the Great Hall, hoping to look for an escape, but it was too late. You felt someone pulling on one of your braided strands of hair.
You let out a frustrated scream as you turned around and again met the eyes of the one person you dreaded seeing daily. You were starting to grow really sick of him. Opposite of your scowl was his malicious smile.
“What do you want?!” You got up from your seat and you shoved your hands against his chest trying to get him away from you, nearly knocking the goblet of pumpkin juice out of his hand.
“Ooh she touched me!” He yelled in mock-hurt, pointing his finger at you. Now all eyes were on you.
No matter how much you tried to go unnoticed and blend in with the crowd, Draco somehow always managed to pick you out, and turn you into a spectacle in a freak show, which you knew your kind was in the Wizarding World to Pure-blood supremacists like him.
“Leave me alone! You pulled on my hair!” You screamed back at him.
“I tripped!” Obviously what he was saying was not true and he was making no sense.
Refusing to engage with him anymore, you ignored the pairs of eyes on you as you grabbed your bag and tried shoving your way past him and his gang.
But before you could take a step past Draco, you felt a cold liquid spilling all over your shirt.
The sound of the other students laughing cut off any connection from your brain to your mouth, making you unable to yell the words that wanted to come out of you. Instead, it was just a loud gasp that echoed through your body.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Draco’s fake apology interrupted your silent, internal tantrum.
This time, you ignored his taunts that were along the lines of “Mudblood filth” and “dirtier than the floor.” You were finally able to run past the ignorant bystanders, tuning out their whispers and insults, making them all blur in your ears, just like the tears that were starting to invade your vision.
You ran until you found the nearest bathroom. You grabbed a handful of paper towels and wet them under the sink before rubbing them on the horrid stain as furiously as you could. You lost track of how long you’d been scrubbing your shirt for. Your mind was in a flurry, flashing back to all those times Draco had caused you pain and embarrassment.
As soon as your ears picked up the sound of footsteps outside the door, you ran into a random stall as fast as your feet would allow and you locked yourself in. You didn’t want to let more people see you cry.
“Did you do it, Pansy?” A bile made its way up your throat as you knew Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bullstrode (whose voice you recognized,) two of the Slytherin girls in your year were just outside.
“Of course I broke up with him. I’m done with Draco.” Pansy snorted. “I’m so sick of him being obsessed with that stupid Mudblood! I’m always having to hear him talk about that bitch!”
You didn’t need to hear your name to know they were referring to you.
“I know she’s so annoying.” Millicent said.
“Anyways,” Pansy continued. “I can’t wait until we graduate so I don’t have to see her everyday. Or worse case scenario, she doesn’t go back to where she came from, whilst she as well as her kind continue to steal more jobs from us real wizards and witches. I just hope she goes back where she came from. Bloody hell. I don’t know who I hate more now. That Hufflepuff bitch, or Draco for going on about her. It’s obvious he’s had this weird obsession with her for the longest time. That’s why he keeps touching her. I wouldn’t want to touch filth like that.”
Pansy took a deep breath before resuming her rant. “He swears it’s because he hates her so much. Honestly, I see through that bullshit. If he hates her so much, he’d do anything to not have to be in the same room as her. Don’t you think so?” She continued. You imagined that Millicent was nodding along. “Better get to class soon. Before we see that Mudblood.”
You let out a labored exhale as you heard the footsteps departing. Maybe Pansy and the rest of the Slytherins were right about you not deserving to live with the rest of wizardkind. For example, you had the instincts that made you fix your problems the “inferior” Muggle way such as trying to clean your shirt at the sink rather than reaching for your wand first.
You wiped your tears with your sleeve and left to go to the same classroom you were dreading going into.
When class was over, you should’ve known that Draco would be waiting for you outside the door. He wasn’t with his group of friends, and you were the last person to leave. With that realization that you were alone with him, the familiar feeling of dread that had been growing inside of you was about to explode, almost making you break down in another fresh batch of tears.
“What do you want from me?” You sighed, exhausted by his presence.
“I can’t hang out in the halls after classes?” Draco said, fake hurt in his voice. “Why do you always assume everything I do is about you?”
Maybe because you make it all about me? You wanted to throw back at him.
You couldn’t believe he had the audacity to ask that when all he did in your presence was torment you.
“Leave me alone.” Was all you said. Before you could turn your back to him, he grabbed your shoulder, using his strength to jerk you around so that your back was to the wall.
“I didn’t come to Hogwarts to have my time be ruined by Mudbloods like you!” After your bag slipped off your shoulder, you felt his iron grip on both of your wrists. You huffed and whimpered as you tried in vain to fight out of it. He raised your hands above your head and pressed his chest into yours, making all the air escape from your lungs.
“Let go of me! Why do you always pick on me?!” You wanted to kick him, but he already had his body weight against your thighs, immobilizing you.
You let your tears fall freely, not caring anymore about anything other than getting away from him. Through your blurry vision, you could make out that familiar sneer Draco always gave you.
“Because I can.” He answered your question. You internally recoiled as one of his hands came down, the backs of his knuckles caressing your wet cheek. “Crying already?”
“Get off of me!” You protested, your voice becoming weaker as horror set into you at the realization of the heat growing between your legs. “I… h-hate you!” Your voice had now become a full whisper, more of a last ditch attempt at convincing yourself that you were in control of your own body.
That wasn’t the case since Draco had used his superior physical strength to drag you by the wrist until you were both hidden behind the stairwell.
“Draco stop! You’re hurting me! Please!” More tears spilled down your cheeks.
“Shut up.” He finally let go of your wrist and you felt like your arm could breathe again.
That relief that came over you was replaced with something you didn’t wish to understand as Draco’s icy stare washed over your entire body.
You brought your arm to your face, hoping to shield yourself from him, and used the sleeve of your blouse to wipe away more tears.
Before you could wipe your face, Draco had grabbed your wrist again, along with the other one, and moved them to where they previously were, above your head.
With the combination of the darkened gaze you felt over your body and the growing heat between your legs, you were unable to move or speak at this point.
You had never been this close to Draco before this other than those times he’d get on top of you and hit you, but this time, you could actually see something different in the way he looked at you. You had never seen him look at anyone that way before, not even Pansy. You couldn’t put into words how he was looking at you, as in you couldn’t say what he was thinking but rather feel his desire to do something to you that didn’t involve punching you.
He had his full body weight pressed against you between himself and the wall, and you could feel something poking your thigh. Apparently he had realized you felt his erection because he started smirking, then subtly pressing into you more.
You felt so pathetic being under his control like this, or in any way, but this was all new to you, and a dark, hidden part of you had awoken inside.
You didn’t pull away as he inched his face closer and closer to yours. Then, your lips touched.
The kiss was rough, just like his methods of picking on you. He kept fighting to be let in by you until you bit him.
“You fucking bitch! You hurt me!” He screamed as he let go of the kiss, or it was rather you that let him go. Hurt? You couldn’t believe he had the audacity to come at you like that as he was your bully after all.
You only stare back at him as he touched his fingers to his lower lip. With his free hand, he had still kept you in place by gripping onto your waist.
As if he couldn’t have become more unbelievable, he started chuckling under his breath while still massaging the area you bit him. He was standing and bending over so close to you that you felt the soft stands of his hair tickling your forehead and your cheek, making you shiver.
Your heart swelled with pride at seeing him hurt after all this time. You didn’t know you could have ever been capable of getting back at him even after everything he did to you.
As Draco let his laughter die down, he slid his hand up from your waist to grip all the way up your side until he reached your neck. You saw his eyes widening as a small moan escaped you without your consent. You continued squirming, being in disbelief at the warm wetness leaking through your panties.
“You’re such a filthy little bitch aren’t you? I bet your pussy’s all wet too.” It was as if Draco knew exactly what was happening to your own body.
You attempted to clench your thighs together as he squeezed your neck harder and used his other hand to pinch your skin, right next to where the lace trim of your panties was.
The sane part of you wanted to fight him off, but the other part of you, that you didn’t want to acknowledge existed, wanted more of him. In the end, the sane part of you had lost.
You didn’t care anymore if you’d feel disgusted with yourself later. You wanted Draco to keep going. You decided to thrust your hips into his hand to try to make him move until he pulled away.
“I knew it.” He said arrogantly, as if confirming to himself about what he assumed of you earlier.
“Please, Draco.” You moaned as his thumb that that was previously on your neck wiped a stray tear off your face.
“You want this don’t you, Mudblood?” He continued smirking as he pinched the skin on your thigh for a second time, making you shriek.
He cast his gaze lower until his eyes met your black and yellow striped tie, seemingly sneering at the colors. You were still panting and squirming under his fingers as your eyes followed to where they were looking.
You didn’t notice earlier that there was a bench suspiciously, conveniently next to you.
Twirling one of the two strands of your braided hair, Draco chuckled lowly against your ear, making your stomach tighten and your breath hitch.
You didn’t need magic or a verbal command to know what he wanted you to do.
Still gripping onto the same strand of your hair, he backed away from you, giving you room to move, or rather, room for him to use your hair as a leash as he pulled you over to where the bench was.
You caught yourself with your palms just as your back was about to hit the hard stone surface. Like all the other times Draco had beaten you up, he was on top of you except this time, he made no attempt to hide his true intentions for being in this position.
Instead of the punches and scratches you were used to receiving from him, he had started grabbing one of your breasts and continued to knead it. He was still being rough with you, but he was touching you somewhere that was normally associated with pleasure, toying with your feelings of confusion.
You should’ve been disgusted and uncooperative with him, so why were you wrapping your legs around him, you questioned yourself.
“Ow!” Even through the layers of the fabric of your shirt and bra, you could still feel the force he pinched your nipple with. You couldn’t believe that someone else inflicting pain would send a rush of heat between your legs.
“Fucking shit. You like that don’t you?” You didn’t realize you were thrusting your hips upward, until you heard him cuss under his breath.
With your body eager to give into its filthy instincts, you thrust harder, his bulge sliding along the thin, damp cotton gusset of your underwear.
As if a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on you, you gasped, taking in how flushed you must’ve looked.
You hated everything about this situation. You hated how your own bully was making you feel so good, you hated how the most intimate parts of your body craved him, you hated how you were acting like the same crybaby he always taunted you for being, and more than anything in the world, you hated him.
“Get up!” Draco snarled, pulling you out of your thoughts. You lay frozen where you were, and it wasn’t until he yanked on one of your braids (which came undone thanks to him pulling hard enough to loosen the ribbon) that you fell into his arms, your hands landing on his chest.
“Are you going to be a good little Mudblood this time?” Draco demanded as he gripped your shoulders. If it wasn't for your shirt covering that area, you were sure there would’ve been scratch marks or blood coming out.
Without giving you a chance to answer, he pressed his lips to yours, and this time, you let him in. You didn’t resist, opening your mouth further. He moved his lips against yours, as if he wanted to savor your taste. You had become too intoxicated to what you were giving each other, him sucking on the nectar provided by your mouth and you, on the languid flow of skin on skin.
Like a swimmer coming up to the surface for air, his mouth let go of yours. You shivered and had the instinct to huddle your arms against your chest as his eyes coldly raked over your body.
Your relief was short-lived when Draco pushed you forward, forcing you to fall on the bench and catch yourself on your elbows. You realized your skirt did nothing to cover you, revealing your white panties to him from behind.
You made a noise that sounded like a mixture between sobbing and gasping as you felt his cock pushing against where your body wanted him the most.
“You want more, little bitch?” He whispered. You nodded, digging your nails into the bench so hard you thought you might bleed.
You cried out as he snapped the damp fabric against your pussy.
“Please, please!” You whimpered. You silently hoped he wouldn’t force you to beg for his cock, but knowing him you already predicted he’d do just that.
“Tell me,” It started as a harsh whisper against your ear. “That you’re really a dirty Mudblood slut.”
“I-I’m a dirty Mudblood slut.” You repeated without missing a beat.
“That all you’re ever good for is fucking.”
“Please Draco! All I’m ever good for is fucking!” You knew how idiotic the sentences coming out of you sounded, and it made more tears spill out of you.
It wasn’t long until he pulled down your panties to your knees on the ground. You buried your face in your arms, too ashamed to turn around to see how much he was smirking at your exposed cunt, plush and swollen with your juices coating it.
You felt something wet on your folds, which you assumed was his tongue. Draco continued to lick along your soft folds until he reached your clit.
“Fuck.” You squeaked out as his tongue moved along the bundle of nerves. With every thrust you gave him, the tip of his nose would nudge your entrance, no doubt overloading his sense of smell with your arousal.
“What was that, Mudblood?” Draco tugged at your hair, but you tried to use what little strength you had left to keep your head down, avoiding his eyes.
“Fuck you.” You whispered.
“Go on, then.” As soon as he let go of your hair, his fingers were back inside you, letting the stickiness wrap around them. That wasn’t enough for you. Your body craved more, something bigger that could fill you up.
“Please, Draco.” Your sobs were muffled by your hands over your face. “Please. I want… My cunt wants your cock so fucking bad. All I want-”
“Enough!” He pinched one of your folds, effectively shutting you up. “You don’t get to have my cock just because you want it.”
“I’m sorry!” You repeated those words over and over. “I know! I know only you get what you want. Please take me! Take my cunt!”
“And why would I do that?” It was a rhetorical question.
“Because it’s what you want from me!” He didn’t care about your own pleasure. Why should someone descended from Pureblood royalty bother with a lower life form such as a Mudblood?
Finally, your aching hole was filled with his cock. It was perfect, just the right size to stretch you out, but also be able to squeeze him.
Neither you nor Draco spoke, as the sounds of your skin slapping your wetness against his cock was the only thing heard in the otherwise empty air.
You let him control your body, with his hands gripping your hips as he plummeted into you. The upper half of his body shadowed over yours, ominously trapping you, a reminder of who was in charge, who was superior.
The pleasure started settling through your blood, overcoming what little dignity you had left. It was this that caused the sounds you tried to hold in to burst through your lips. Draco’s hand pressed over your mouth, acting as the patch to the hole.
He wasn’t doing any better with keeping himself quiet. He was much worse.
While he used the strength of his body to act as your cage to squeeze you from the outside, your cunt had become a cage itself for him, having the same effect on his cock.
You were starting to feel it. The tightening inside your stomach grew harder to ignore the more he thrust into you. You didn’t want him to stop. You wanted him to break that tension inside you.
Something inside you had snapped, making you lose control in a way not even Draco could tame. There you were, screaming in the middle of a hidden corridor, getting fucked senselessly by your bully.
Deep within your still spasming body, you felt his cock stiffening then pulsing a few times. Draco reached around your leg and started rubbing your clit, still pulsing and oversensitive from your orgasm. You were unable to stop your entire body from convulsing around him.
As if you couldn’t feel any more stuffed, hot liquid started to coat your walls in multiple bursts. You allowed him to stay inside you and fuck your cunt until he slowed down.
When he had softened inside of you, he circled his arm around your waist and pulled you down so that you were sitting on his lap.
You relaxed into his touch as his fingers brushed through your hair, untangling it from the mess he caused.
An odd, unwelcoming sense of relaxation and comfort came over you in the hands of the person who had hurt you in the past as much as he had pleasured you less than five minutes ago.
Feeling the postponed shame wash over you, you let a tear stream down your cheek. Draco couldn’t see your face, and you preferred it that way.
Grabbing your underwear from its place around your knees, you slide yourself out of him as quickly as you could put the garment on to cover yourself.
From behind you, you heard Draco zipping himself up as well as the buckle of his belt being moved into place. In your peripheral vision, you saw him pick something up off the floor, probably your ribbon before putting it in his pocket.
That sicko can keep it as some trophy. You thought, rolling your eyes.
Draco stepped closer to you, and you wanted to hide your reddened face behind your hair, but he grabbed ahold of it. You were confused and you thought he would hurt you again, but you were frozen in place. His eyes had that effect on you.
He stared at you unnervingly as he started to fix your hair, then tied it off with the ribbon, making it look just as it did this morning.
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A/n: I’m intending for this to be a drama story more than romance/love story since there’s just mostly heavy toxic relationship type of stuff even though they’re not technically a couple in this one shot.
