try to run | d. malfoy
summary — your mafia ex boyfriend refuses to let you go.
warnings — dubcon (cnc), roleplay-ish, mirror kink (they’re in a mirror maze), slight mask kink, dacryphilia, dirty talk, fear kink (?), slight breeding kink, humiliation.
word count — 1.7k
author’s note — sort of inspired by a scene in haunting adeline by h.d cartlon! also this is so not my best :/ i’ve been having a hard time writing im sorry about that, promise i’ll get back on track in a bit.
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Your hand trembles from where it’s cupped over your mouth, chapped lips trapped between your teeth to prevent any type of minimal noise. But you should know better. The man could fucking smell you from miles away.
“I know you like a little chase, bunny,” booms his voice, and you gasp when his shadow flashes through the reflective room. “But you know I’ll always catch you, and when I do, I’ll get to fuck you fast and hard, like the little slut you are.”
You swallow back the whimper rising from the depths of your throat, feeling your mouth run dry for a few seconds at the newfound quietude of the mirror maze.
He hovers, letting the darkness of his presence loom over your shaking figure before striking, wrapping his arms around your waist, and smirking darkly at the squeal that escapes you.
“Please! Let me go!” You sob, quivering in his hold as he manhandles you to fit in with his front; hands tightly held in one of his while the other tugs at your locks, bulging crotch against your ass as he makes you stare at yourself in the unruliness of a state you’re in through the hundreds of mirrors.
You can’t see him from behind his leather-like silver mask, but his intensified stare and blonde hair give him away.
You shake your head, chin wobbling when you talk, “don’t do this- please, dray.”
His stare staggers, but the prominent growth in hardness of the tent flush against your ass confirms that the nickname does nothing but excite him more.
He takes a deep breath, and cranes his neck to fit his face in the crook of your neck, “you remember our safe word, don’t you, doll?” He’s whispering this time, in a way where he wants to hide what he’s saying.
You hiss when his cool mask rubs on your tender flesh, but you still manage a small nod, even with his grip on your hair. “Yes,” you reply, voice just as low. He hums, “good. Because I’m not stopping until you’re fucking swollen with my kids,”
A moan is suppressed from your part, visage down in shame over how damp your panties turned at the threat.
His hands knead harshly at the soft mounds on your chest, nipples tightening, his thumb runs over them. “As pretty as ever, angel,” he breathes, blood rushing to his groin as you unconsciously arch your ass back to him; he mumbles a curse.
“No-” you heave, stopping his wrist from where it hovered over your heat.
His brows raise, though you can’t tell because of his mask, but even through the mirror his stare burns.
“No?” he mimics, “you not gonna let me touch what’s mine now?”
You swallow, “begging” with your eyes, even so your hips buckle slightly to the familiar vein-corded, big, arms. He notices, “fucking slut
“You, little girl,” he takes your face in one hand, “don’t tell me what to do.” He growls, cupping you through your panties, the flimsy skirt you opted on wearing only benefiting him. “This sweet pussy is mine whether you like it or not.”
Tears burn your retinas, and his fingers twirling over your mess of a panties make you shudder.
He feigns a gasp, “what’s this?” A finger is nestled between your slick folds, causing you to whine, “my little princess is all wet from her big bad boyfriend chasing her bratty arse, huh?”
“Ex,” you hiss quietly, pouting up at him through one of the mirrors. In the blink of an eye, he’s knuckles-deep inside you as you grip his forearm, mewling at the sudden burn.
“You fucking bitch—“ he grunts, manhandling you so you’re pressed against the cool glass, head turned to the side, where you get a clear view of his side profile in one of the mirrors— of his hand up your skirt, it was an obscene scenario truly.
“I’m done with you acting up like a dumb brat,” he shakes his head, thrusting another finger inside you as your hot breath fogs the mirror, “We’re gonna be together until the end of fucking times and that’s final— ” he pauses, smirking, “and this wet cunt of yours certainly likes the idea.”
You mewl, heating up in shame.
“Draco,” you sob, closing your eyes tighter as your pussy twitches around his thick digits.
He thrums, “can feel you squeezing me, doll, that feels good, huh? Feels good getting this dumb pussy off after so long?” He coos, tone tight and low as you cry out, desperate to reach cloud nine.
Your sex pulses around him uncontrollably, clit dragging against his palm as he breathes laboredly, your own growing short and ragged.
Lewd sounds come from between your legs, your gush slipping past your stretched slit, forming a puddle beneath you. Your mouth hangs open, silent cries falling on deaf ears, due to Draco’s fixated gaze on your pussy.
“You gonna cum?”
You shake your head, sealing your lips.
He snarls behind his mask, “brat,” you quiet, avoiding eye contact. “you know damn well I’ll have you squirting when I force my cock in your cunt if I make you cum right now. You just hate to admit how fucking wet that makes you.”
Your moan almost chokes from how wantoned it came, vision flashing with hot white as you spill around his fingers, his smug chuckle punching at your gut.
You swallow the rock-sized lump in your throat, feeling the buzz of your high lower, heart still thumping against your ribcage.
“D-dray?” you croak, squinting when the lights flicker.
He overshadows you, taking fulfillment in your barely noticeable quiver when his hands come in contact with your waist.
“I’m right here, bunny,” he whispers.
You weep, shaking your head, “please,”
“You’ll be good, won’t you?” His voice softens, “you’ll let me take you nice and good, without putting up any fight, right?”
You breath shakily, tears streaming past the apples of your cheeks as you look at him through the mirror, gasping slightly when he a utters a, “try to run.” You don’t even make it to a turn when his hand lashes out, bringing you back to his chest, though now you’re facing him, hard nipples rubbing against his hefty upper half, this makes him grumble a fuck.
The blonde lolls his head back on his own shoulder, cracking his neck and paying no mind to your weak attempts at getting away from him. “Poor slut,” he speaks softly, “bet you’re so scared I’ll fill you up so good you’ll want more,” he says, taking your chin in his fingers.
A whimper rises rom your throat, eyes shuttering close as he undoes his belt, but you certainly didn’t expect for the expensive leather to be around your neck next, another dam of emotions welling up behind your eyes.
“W-What are you doing?” You question, shivering as the belt tightens around your throat. He smiles wickedly, you can tell by his eyes that he is, “just wanna make sure you stay in place. I do remember how squirmy you get, baby.”
His hands are on your shoulders, and in seconds you find yourself on your back, blubbering behind your tears as his cock springs free, a throaty moan escaping him. Your poor cunt puckers at the sight, humming in need when your skirt is being lifted up once again.
“My god, you’re a fucking sight for sore eyes, baby,” he grunts, tapping the head of his cock against your twitching clit.
You moan, grimacing at the soreness in your tone, the belt rubbing against the hot skin of your neck.
His cock drenches in your juices, balls drawing up when he forcefully pushes in unexpectedly, making you shriek; a full ring of slick covers the thick base after the single thrust, and your head lays against the floor dully in embarrassment, a trial in avoiding his malicious eyes.
“Poor thing’s embarrassed huh? Over how much this cunt misses me,” he says, soothing your clammy nub with his thumb.
The traitorous flesh takes him whole, greedily sucking him in when he rolls his hips against yours.
“Oh, f-fuck,” you pant, pushing yourself to your elbow as his groans hit your ears; you peek out from his shoulder, taking in the reflection on the other end of the room, seeing his back muscles ripple through his black shirt, thighs tense from how hard he’s fucking you— hard enough he has you toppling to the ground once again, you fall with a petulant grunt.
The corner of your eyes catches his hand leaving its place next to your head, and a whine chokes out of you when his hand wraps around the belt. “You fucking lay there and take it, dumb slut- I don’t wanna hear another noise from you,” he grits, letting his eyes fall on your creaming pussy, walls constricting his cock.
“So tight- fuck. When we’re back at the manor I’ll take you on every fucking surface on the way to the room,” he promises, hissing as you pulse around him.
Your lip is folded between your teeth, and the tang of blood meets your tastebuds, but you don’t have time to dwell on that, not when your ex’s cock drives in and out of your hole at an inhumane pace.
His cock thickens impossibly inside you, thrusts stuttering as his breath shortens. Your hands fist his shirt, mouth agape in a silent cry as your juices soak your lower half.
This makes his eyes flash dark, spilling his seed with a final deep thrust, spraying your walls with white as you sniffle through your peak.
“Yes baby, give it to me,” he purrs, “guess I still knew my way around this useless hole,” he chuckles, pulling out to watch his cum drool out of your abused channel.
His hands lifts to remove his mask, and your eyes soften, tears coming to a halt as he smiles lazily.
It takes you by surprise when a rain of kisses fall on your tear-stained face, your little giggles ringing the bells of his heart.
“This doesn’t mean we’re back together, Malfoy, it’s just harmless fun” you warn, squinting at him.
He smirks, “we’ll see about that, bunny.”
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