Your hands work between your legs getting off to a beautiful sight. Your two boyfriends passionately making out in front of you, feeling each other's bodies all over while stealing glances at you. Who knew watching was so...arousing. it's like porn in person.
The wet noises of their lips only get you wetter, as Draco slowly kisses down Harry's neck, down his chest and taking the head of Harry's cock in his mouth. Looking at you with a sly look, knowing that despite your need to please them yourself, everyone was equally turned on.
Your poor fingers were barely making you feel good but you were just so turned on. Watching as Draco moaned helplessly while Harry pounded into him, the boys cock hitting Draco's sweet spots. Draco raises his head to look up at you, trying to look smug but he feels way to good.
"You like to watch princess? Want Harry to fuck you next? Or should I?" As Harry chimes in with a groan "little slut likes to watch, doesn't she?"
Harry shows love by giving gifts. Usually it's nights out buying the two (or even just one) of you dinner. Sometimes is coming home with something he saw that made him think of you. Your home is littered with trinkets and books and love.
2. Quality Time
Draco shows love by spending time with you both (separately or together). Sometimes its picking you up from/taking you to work. Sometimes its calling off on a random Tuesday to lie in bed together. Most often, it's reading by the fire in the evenings; paying more attention to the two of you than whichever book he picked up.
3. Physical Touch
Harry feels love through touch. He won't seek it out, but relishes in every casual touch. From hand holding, to stroking his hair, to a simple brush of the arms or legs, he loves them all. He wasn't held as a kid.
Draco, on his bad days, cannot stand to be touched. Sometimes even being in the same room with other people makes things worse. Every touch reminds him of Voldemort. It's hard for Harry because his first instinct is to wrap the boy in his arms and protect him from the memories. He's learned, through watching you though, that just sitting beside him (a few feet away) is all it takes; just enough to let him know you're there when he's ready. So Harry goes and makes tea, sets it where Draco can reach, and moves to the other side of the room to wait.
4. Words of Affirmation
Draco loves praise and encouragement and nicknames and even notes hidden in his pockets letting him know he's loved. It's better than all the times Lucius told him his work was halfway decent combined. So you and Harry take every opportunity to somether him with love, kindness, and affirmation.
Harry has days where any noise will set him off (especially loud bangs or voices even if they aren't angry or directed at him). He has noise cancelling headphones and multiple playlists on standby for whenever things get too loud. It's hard for Draco to not give in and tell Harry how much he's loved, or that those memories are from the past and can't hurt him anymore. But he's seen the way you just hold Harry's head to your chest, stroking his hair and letting him feel the rhythm of your breathing. Often, he comes and cuddles up behind Harry; nesting him in from both sides so he knows how much he's loved.
5. Acts of Service
You do all these things for your boys. You let Harry take you on dates and let Draco walk you to and from work. You praise Draco and snuggle with Harry. You stay with them on their bad days and rejoice with them on their good days. You would walk through hell and back to keep smiles on their faces.
And on your bad days, when you don't feel like you're enough. When you just want to give up and let the world go on without you; they're there for you too, and they make sure you know that they always will be.
Summary: The reader overhears a conversation that will change the way she views love forever...
A/N: This story has been stuck in my noggin for quite some time, and I wanted to scribble it down to alleviate some pressure on my brain. If there are mistakes, I apologize. This takes place in eighth year with the assumption all parties are 18. No war, no Voldemort.
Everything within me, from the quivering within my hands to the tumbling of my stomach to the thrashing of my heart told me to turn around and return to the dorm, to pretend I had not heard any of this private conversation in the darkness of night. But my feet remained planted against the flooring beneath, my ear pressed intently against the large wooden door. Night surrounded me, the castle nearly silent in the abyss of darkness other than the whispering on the other side of the threshold and the soft flickering of dimly lit lanterns. The chill of wind danced through the windows of the castle, tickling exposed skin of my arms, and seeping through the thin fabric of my tee shirt. Truthfully, this tee shirt belonged to the owner of one of the voices present beyond the door, a tee shirt he had acquired through many years of quidditch. I often borrowed it when staying the night in his dorm.
“It has been seven years, Potter,” his voice drew my attention back from the coldness of night. There was an innocence in his voice, a quivering vulnerability I had never heard before, as though he was afraid of her own words. My heart continued its attack against its cage of bones, but it began to ache, hearing the near plead of the regal boy. “I never really realized it, but I have loved you for seven years, Potter. I have craved you. I have imagined you. I have loved you all this time.” The animalistic organ stilled, breaking piece by piece within me for he confessed his love to another, to someone other than me. He had left the bed we shared to confess his desperate need to be with someone else.
Tears flooded my eyes suddenly, blurring the vision I no longer wished to have. One moment he had been kissing me as though I was the oxygen he needed to survive, and the next he had vanished, he had come here to a random bathroom down several corridors to meet him. How he could hold me so tightly, so desperately when feeling so strongly for someone else was a thought, a concept I could not straighten within my mind. Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, the boy who had stolen my heart three years prior, refusing to ever return the vital organ. He swore he loved me in the most intimate of ways, his fingers tightly wound around my neck, his marks painted across my chest, his rings decorating my fingers. He had whispered it in my ear while my body arched and shivered. He had written it on parchment for me to find after nightly baths. He had promised me his love over and over, those icy blue eyes never breaking their trance on me when those three words poured like honey from his lips.
“Draco, I…I don’t know what to say,” that voice burned in my ears as though his breath was fire against my skin. Harry Potter. Harry Potter, the boy whose heart I had stolen four years prior without ever meaning to. He had spun me around at the fourth-year ball, holding my hand the entirety of the evening with the most innocent look in those ocean eyes, like a lost puppy begging for a home. I had found refuge in those eyes, at least for that night, as he had held me, swaying our bodies from side to side, eyes burning holes in my gown as others watched with envy and vain. When the ball bored us, we had escaped through the vast corridors to his private dorm where my dress slipped onto the cold flooring beneath. He had whispered his love in my ear while my body adjusted to the intimacy never known before, and he mumbled it again between my legs as his tongue swirled around places I had yet known to exist. I had panted those three words back to him, over and over, as though I had said them a million times before.
My fingers curled around the handle of the wooden door, trembling while weakly grasping. The impulsive, heart wrenching thought to enter, to storm in on the pair of them as this conversation had stormed upon my heart, but I could not find the courage, the strength to do so, instead remaining stagnant, listening as the brunette continued. “I knew I loved you the moment I saw you, Draco, but…” his voice trailed off, surely, he would end this insanity, he would explain to the Slytherin boy, to his sworn enemy, why this could never work. Surely, Draco would remember me, remember my love, remember he chose me and shake off this moment; surely, he would return to me. But these reassurances dissipated as rapidly as they had raced through my mind, hearing the gentle moans and sighs of the two kissing, intertwining their feelings into something real.
Any reserve that remained within me curled, thrusting from my throat in an anguishing squeal, a whimper into the night. The strength of my knees failed, my body buckling upon itself onto the chilled floor below. My lungs emptied, hardly able to capture further air through the outcries of excruciating pain whipping through my veins. Squealing, whimpering, became frantic panting and sobbing, loudening to outcries and wailing. The only sound louder than my cries was the creaking of the door against my back opening swiftly. “Y/N,” Draco gasped my name, the sound piercing my ears. “Y/N, what in the bloody hell?”
He engulfed me into his arms, his knees hitting the ground with an audible thud. I could feel the thrashing of his own heart against my cheek, and though I wanted to push him from one of the windows, I could not gather the strength to fight his hold of me. “Y/N, my sweet girl,” he muttered, his own voice cracking in evident pain, a knot likely tying within his throat. Fingers soothed over my hair frantically, his body beginning the familiar rocking back and forth.
Another body rested on the other side of me, a gentle, hesitant hand resting upon my thigh, fingers gentle running back and forth. “Y/N,” the brunette spoke now with fear lacing his voice. “Y/N, it’s not what you think.” Except it was exactly what I was thinking because I had heard the entirety of the conversation; I heard the muttered confessions and desperate kissing. I heard the shattering of my heart and the screams of my mind. Everything was exactly what I was thinking and being between the two sources of this anguish felt suffocating.
Scrambling weakly to my feet, I pushed the two boys away, holding my arms tightly against my chest. Dinner threatened to outpour from my quivering mouth, my stomach tied tightly in millions of unbreakable knots. The brunette and blonde stood, both desperately wanting to reach for me but knowing better than to anger the beast further. “How could you?” I practically screamed, the nausea climbing mountains of my throat, burning along its incline. “Draco…how could you? You said you loved me!”
“And I do!” he defended, refusing to break the allowed eye contact between us, his hands outstretched toward me. “Sweet girl, I want you! I love you! You are my world!” The lies spewed like venom from his tongue, burning my skin with each syllable. He could not for a moment think I would believe his lies. Reaching for my wand, I swore in this moment I would rid the world of Draco Malfoy. He could never hurt another soul.
“Wait!” Harry clambered toward me, knocking the wooden stick from my grasp. “Y/N, I still love you, too. I never stopped loving you! Please listen to Draco, please,” he pleaded, his arms tucking beneath mine and lifting me onto him. This action was soothing, something I had not known I would find comfort in and causing a wondering to how he knew. Before I could think lengthily ponder about being within his hold in this way, Draco mumbled something with a flicker of his wand.
The area surrounding us changed within a singular blink, the once chilled corridors and dimly lit lanterns transformed into emerald and black sleeping chambers with flickering candles, Draco’s dorm. Draco was no longer clad in his robes, his house trousers hanging from his thin frame, his torso and chest bare, porcelain skin shimmering in the candlelight. He perched on the edge of the bed, his arms outstretching toward me, and in this languid moment, I became fully aware of the bare chest before me, the exposed arms holding me.
Dried tears cracked on my cheeks, my hearts once stillness becoming somewhat of a gentle tapping. The brunette placed me into Draco’s arms, kneeling before us with a gentle, hopeful smile twitching at his lips. “Sweet girl,” Draco began, placing soft kisses to my temple as I curled into his familiar, warm body. “I am sorry you had to hear everything, but you don’t understand.” As he spoke, my gaze remained on Harry’s, the slivers of light twinkling in his now darkened orbs. I could still see the love he promised me, the adoration in those eyes, as he stared back at me. “Harry and I know we both love you, my princess. And…” he cleared his throat, his tone of disbelief. “And now we know, uh, that we…that we love each other.”
“I want you, my beautiful girl, and I want Harry,” he whispered into my now knotted hair, but his words sounded so foreign, another language to my carousel of a mind. The way his lips so carefully pressed against my head, his fingers running circles along my arms, and the brunette’s rubbing along my knee, up and down the outer side of my exposed thigh. Draco’s voice sounded of the softest vanilla dripping intoxicatingly from his mouth as Harry’s eyes drowned me, stealing every mere breath I fought to take. My hands remained upon my lap, my fingers scratching and toying at one another, anxiously awaiting any continuation of words, any conclusion to this confusing nightmare.
With a weight-bearing sigh, the Slytherin continued, “And Harry wants you, and Harry wants me.” There was a dizzying pause, a lingering lull in words, in statements as my battered mind reeled over his words and made sense of the Gryffindor’s pleading, needy eyes. “Do you want us both, darling? If not, you will remain mine, and I will remain yours. Harry will…” Draco paused, and I could feel his shifting to exchange saddened glances with the mentioned brunette. “Harry will move on.”
For the first time since I had tiptoed out of the very bed in which we sat, my mind was silent, no nauseating thoughts or terrifying assumptions. For the first time, I was present in the moment with the two young men who showered me with relentless love and admiration, with security and happiness, who obsessed over my enjoyment and well-being. I had chosen one over the other before, and in this moment, in this moment of anxious stares and pounding hearts, I was able to make the decision I had never imagined being presented. But my words failed me.
Instead of speaking, of verbally expressing my deepest desire, I placed a gentle hand to Harry’s cheek and offered a smile of relief. As though the golden boy could read my mind, his own smile widened dramatically, an animated look of joyous understanding stretched across his face before he crashed his lips into mine. Draco kissed my head repeatedly, words no longer needed in this space around us. The moment Harry broke the long-awaited kiss, attempting to place his forehead against mine, the blonde grabbed my jaw, turning my head to face him. His lips pressed hungrily into my own, one of his hands gripping desperately at my waist.
Draco lifted me, wrapping my legs around him without breaking the deepening kiss, and I could hear Harry’s footfalls circling the bed as the blonde laid me down, head resting on the same pillow it had what felt like decades previous. Harry laid beside me, his arm immediately tucking beneath my head, and the exhaustion of feelings overtook each of us, Draco laying his head upon my chest. One of the blonde’s arms draped across Harry’s torso as I pressed into the brunette, our three bodies melting together like decadent chocolates heated in the evening. Their aromas overtook my senses, the weight of their bodies and their feelings dragging at my eyelids.
Though this was evening was confusing and unexpected, a lot of what ifs and uncertainties to straighten throughout our times together, a part of me was grateful I had listened without returning to the dorm. Draco Malfoy, the boy who had stolen my heart three years prior, and Harry Potter, the boy whose heart I had stolen four years prior without ever meaning to, had stolen each other’s hearts centuries ago and allowed me to love and be loved just the same.
Letting Harry and Draco use you however they want. Draco degrading you and all of Harrys praises sound condescending but you're too caught up in all of it to notice
ugh i want i want i want
harry saying “who’s our pretty little brainless doll hm?” as he hits it from the back <3 but you can’t answer because you’re gagging around draco’s girth so he starts degrading you like “dumb slut can’t speak even if she tried, you’re nothing but a little toy we can use baby, remember that”
Requested: cannn you do a headcanon with Harry , Draco , and the reader .... like a love triangle type thing
Warnings: none
A/N: I didn’t know if you wanted a specific house for the reader so I just made it universal. This is also my 100th post so yay happy 100th. I have my first exam tomorrow so I’m gonna be studying all day, but I’ll try my best to make a post for tomorrow.
Summary: how it is to be stuck between a live triangle between Harry and Draco
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You didn’t remember when it started
You began falling for not only Draco, but Harry as well
Leave it up to you to fall for two guys that basically despised each other
It didn’t take long for them to realize you liked them
It took even less to realize you liked both of them
That started an all out war with the two
But it definitely benefited you
The two boys began to try and woo you
Giving you all the gifts they could
Helping you anytime they could
They’d even offer to hold and carry your things to class for you
It always amused you when you all had the same class
Both of them almost wrestling to hold your books, settling on going half and half
There was no denying you liked the attention
Both boys never failed to make your heart flutter
Butterflies filling your stomach anytime one of them was near you
When one made you think they had the upper hand, the other would step up their games
It had gone on throughout the entire school year
Sometimes Draco tried making Harry jealous
Walking down the hall with his arm around your shoulder
Then Harry would always retaliate
Hugging you after class whenever the three of you shared that hour
Him sending Draco a smirk while Draco glared at him
It hadn’t been until their duel that you decided to put a stop to everything
You knew you let it carry on for too long
But them dueling over you took it too far
You hadn’t wanted to admit to yourself who you thought you would choose if you had to
But you had your answer all along
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