𝒢𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝐸𝓃𝓋𝓎
Draco Malfoy x Reader
Synopsis: Draco punishes you for giving your attention elsewhere.
warnings! smut established relationship explicit sexual context oral sex(giving) hair pulling (receiving) harsh dom
You felt his eyes on you long before he moved.
Blaise had only asked about the essay. You answered. He made a dry joke. You laughed unguarded, and your fingers brushed his sleeve. Nothing. Harmless.
Draco stood across the Slytherin common room with a glass of whisky halfway to his lips. The second your laugh reached him, the glass stopped moving. His grey eyes locked onto you and didn’t blink. Cold. Possessive. The kind of look that always made your stomach drop. Fuck.
When Blaise finally left, Draco didn’t call you. He simply set the glass down and walked toward the stairs that led to his private rooms. He didn’t look back.
You followed like you were being pulled by a string only he could see. Your hands were already shaking. You needed him to put you back in your place before the rest of the world started to feel too loud again.
The door shut. The lock clicked.
He didn’t touch you at first. He leaned against the door, arms folded, looking you up and down like something he’d bought and already regretted.
“You gave him so much attention.”
“It was nothing Draco I promise”
“You touched him.” His voice was soft. Dangerous. “You let him make you smile. You looked happy with someone who isn’t me.”
Your throat tightened. Heat pooled low in your belly, but it was more than arousal now. It was the sharp, familiar panic of having disappointed him. Of having drifted even an inch outside the only place that made sense.
“Take everything off. Fold it. Put it on the chair. Then kneel in the middle of the room and wait.”
You obeyed. Everything folded neatly. You sank to your knees on the thick rug, hands on your thighs, eyes lowered. The silence stretched. Your skin felt too tight. You fidget with your hands. Your thoughts were already starting to fray at the edges without his hands on you, without his voice telling you what you were.
He took his time. Poured another drink. Sat in the armchair opposite you and just watched. Minutes passed. You needed him to take you apart so he could put you back together again.
“Draco I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean-“
“Look at me.”
You raised your eyes from your hands. The second they met his, something in your chest loosened and tightened at the same time.
“You’re dripping on my rug already,” he observed, almost bored. “Being punished makes you wet. Being owned makes you wet. Being treated like a cheap little slut who forgot her place makes you soaked. Doesn’t it?”
“…no, I just.”
He stood, crossed to you, and fisted your hair, forcing your head back until your neck strained. The sharp sting grounded you instantly. You exhaled like you’d been holding your breath for hours.
“You’re going to spend the next hour remembering exactly who you belong to. You’re not going to come until I decide you’ve earned it. And every time you get close, I’m going to take it away. Understand?”
“Draco. Please. Don’t be mad.”
His gaze softened just the slightest before he opened his trousers and fed his cock into your mouth without another word. Thick, heavy, sliding over your tongue and straight into your throat. His hand stayed locked in your hair as he fucked your face in long, deliberate strokes.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered. “I want you looking at me while you choke on it. The second you look away, I stop. And if I stop, you stay empty. You stay broken. Is that what you want?”
You forced your watering eyes up to his. He held you there until your vision spotted, then pulled back just enough for you to drag in air before shoving in again. You were moaning around him, thighs shifting restlessly, already so turned on it hurt, but more than that, you were clinging to the grey of his eyes like they were the only solid thing left in the world.
When he finally dragged you off, a thick string of spit connected your swollen lips to the head of his cock. He wiped it across your cheek with his thumb.
“Pretty. Get on the bed.”
You nod sitting up and sitting down softly. The moment you were in position he climbed between your thighs, still fully dressed, and shoved two fingers into you without preamble. You were so wet the sound was obscene.
He laughed under his breath.
“Desperate girl . You’re not just enjoying this, are you? You need it. You need me to hurt you a little so you can feel whole again.”
“No-”
He curled his fingers and rubbed hard against that spot that made your hips jerk. “Eyes on me. Don’t you dare close them. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. I’m the only one who keeps you together when you start to come apart.”
You locked your gaze on his. He kept you there for a long time, fingering you right to the edge, then stopping the second your thighs started to shake. Again. And again. Every time your eyes fluttered shut from the intensity he pulled his fingers out completely, leaving you empty and gasping.
“Look at me or I stop. And if I stop, you stay like this, raw and unfinished and floating. You don’t want that. You need me to finish what I started.”
You forced your eyes open, vision blurred with tears and need. The moment your gaze met his again he shoved his fingers back in and continued the cruel, perfect pressure.
You were already shaking, overstimulated from the constant edge, cunt clenching greedily around his fingers. Your thoughts were starting to dissolve. The only clear thing left was him.
“Greedy,” he muttered. “Always so fucking greedy for it doll . Always so desperate for me to put you back in your place.”
He stripped out of his clothes with efficient movements and settled between your legs. One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt. You cried out. He didn’t give you time to adjust. He fucked you in deep, punishing strokes, hips snapping against yours, one hand pinning both of your wrists above your head, the other wrapped loosely around your throat.
“Eyes on me,” he said, voice low and rough. “You look away, I stop. You close them, I stop. You want me to keep you from falling apart completely, you keep those pretty eyes right here.”
You tried. God, you tried. But every deep thrust dragged over the spot that made your vision white out. Your eyes kept wanting to roll back, to squeeze shut against the overwhelming pleasure. The second they slipped he slowed to a near stop, just the head of his cock resting inside you, denying you everything.
“Draco I cant” you barley babble out.
“Then try harder doll.”
You forced your gaze back to his, trembling, a broken sound leaving your throat. Only then did he slam back in and resume the brutal pace.
He kept doing it. Every time the overstimulation made your eyes flutter or your head tip back he stopped completely, pulling out, leaving you empty and aching, until you managed to lock eyes with him again. Your cunt was throbbing, so sensitive every thrust felt like too much and not enough at the same time. Tears streamed down your temples into your hair. You were sobbing, begging, hips rolling helplessly.
“Please, I cant, it’s too much, don’t leave me like this. Please Draco.”
“You can pretty girl. You’re going to look at me while I ruin this cunt for anyone else. You’re going to watch me while I punish you for smiling at someone who isn’t me. I’m the only one who gets to break you. I’m the only one who gets to put you back together after.”
He flipped you onto your side, hooked one of your legs over his arm, and drove back in at an angle that made stars burst behind your eyes. His free hand gripped your jaw, forcing your face toward him.
“Eyes open. On me. Or I stop and leave you like this, empty, dripping, and half-gone. You don’t want that. You need me. Say it.”
“I need you, please, I need you.” You can’t meet his eyes anymore lost in the feeling.
“I’ll give in just this once pretty girl .”
You were so overstimulated the pleasure bordered on pain. Every thrust sent sharp, electric sparks through your clit and deep into your belly. Without the pressure of his cock, without the weight of his stare, you felt like you were going to float away completely. He was the only anchor left.
“Good girl,” he murmured, but there was nothing soft about the way he fucked you. “Keep looking while you take it. Keep looking while I use what’s mine. You’re nothing without this. Without me. And you fucking love it.”
He kept you hovering right on the edge for what felt like forever, punishing every slip of your gaze with complete denial. You were shaking so hard you could barely hold the position, cunt fluttering helplessly around him, so sensitive that even the air felt like too much. Your mind had gone quiet except for him. His voice. His eyes. The brutal, perfect way he was taking you apart.
Only when you were a trembling, tear-streaked mess who could barely form words did he finally give in.
“I want to watch you fall apart for me. I’m the only one who gets to see it. I’m the only one who can put you back together after.”
The orgasm ripped through you so hard your whole body seized. You forced your eyes to stay open and locked on his as the pleasure crashed over you in relentless waves, cunt clenching around him in helpless, pulsing spasms.
The eye contact made it almost unbearable , watching the cold satisfaction in his face while you came apart completely for him. For a few endless seconds there was nothing left of you except the places he was touching and the grey of his eyes holding you in place.
He fucked you through it without slowing, chasing his own release, and when he finally came it was with a low, vicious groan, buried as deep as he could go, flooding you while still holding your gaze.
He stayed inside you for a long moment, breathing hard, grey eyes still locked on yours. Then he slowly pulled out and watched his cum leak from your used, swollen cunt.
“You’re so good. Pretty girl you’re so fucking good.”
You felt hollowed out and full at the same time. Raw. Owned. Safe in the only way that made sense anymore.
Only then did he gather you against his chest, one possessive hand sliding down to cup your sore, dripping cunt like he was checking his property. His other hand stroked slowly through your hair.
“Mine,” he murmured against your temple. “Next time you think about smiling at someone else, remember how close you came to falling apart without me. Remember that I’m the only one who can take you this far and still hold you together after. You’re nothing without this. Without me. And you know it.”
You were still trembling, oversensitive, thoroughly punished, and already curling tighter against him like he was the only solid thing left in the world. Because he was.
“I love you”
♡ author’s note
he’s jealous. unfortunately, he’s also Draco Malfoy. had so much funnn writing this.
♡ enjoy 🐍
