It's Just Official Now
Pairing: Best Friend!Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Adult language. Dirty talk. Edging. Orgasm Denial. Rough, unprotected vaginal sex. Degrading names. Creampie. Dominant Draco.
Word Count: 4420
Summary: Draco and Fem!Reader have already crossed several lines with one another, and they're going to take it further. They did agree to a spontaneous day, after all.
Author's Note: You thought Draco and reader were done with their coital desires? Absolutely not. There's a slight build up to smut. It's detailed so prepare yourself.
This is part three of three
PART ONE PART TWO
FINAL PART
Reader's Point Of View:
I smile softly, heart racing and arousal growing. I caress the side of his face, throwing one leg over his. "You don't need to thank me. Watching you cum was a prize in itself."
He smiles weakly, turning his head to press a gentle kiss to my palm. "You have no idea how good that felt." he admits softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he enjoys his post-orgasm bliss. He pulls me closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
I caress his back, and run my fingers through his hair as he sighs contently, melting into my touch. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back as he savors the moment. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, he opens his eyes and looks at me with a mixture of satisfaction and curiousity. "Where did you learn to do that?"
I chuckle softly "Just... experience. Listening to men and remembering what they like."
He nods slowly, processing my words. "But who... I mean how many men have you been with?" He asks hesitantly, a slight hint of jealousy creeping into his tone.
"Not many, don't worry." I say, lightly scratching his back. He relaxes slightly at my reassurance, nuzzling into my touch.
"I'm not worried," he lies, his voice a bit too sharp. He takes a deep breath and tries again, softer this time. "I just... I don't like the thought of other men touching you or you touching them like that."
"Why does it bother you?" I ask, voice soft.
He pauses, considering his words carefully before speaking. "Because it makes me jealous," he admits grudgingly. He turns his head to look at me, his eyes searching mine for a reaction. "I don't like the idea of you being intimate with other men. It makes me angry."
I use my free hand to run my fingers through his hair, "It's in the past. I'm here with you now, aren't I?"
He leans into my touch, his eyes fluttering closed briefly at my words. "You're right," He murmurs, voice soft now. "It's just hard to think about." He takes a deep breath. "You know what? Forget I said anything."
"No, I won't forget it. I understand how you're feeling. It's the same way I feel when I think of you with other women." I say firmly.
He looks at me, surprised by my admission. "Really?" He asks softly, his jealousy momentarily replaced with curiosity. He props himself up on one elbow to look down at me better. "You get jealous, too?" His tone is almost hopeful, as if he's glad to know that I feel the same way. I wrap an arm and leg around him, tilting my head up to his face. "Horribly. Completely jealous." I admit, somewhat shyly.
A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and he leans down to press his forehead against mine, his eyes searching mine intently. "Why do you get jealous?" he asks, his voice low.
"Because they got to see your face contorted in pleasure before I did, they got to feel you in them, hitting the spot that makes them see stars, and they got to hear the noises you make." I say, searching his face, "Like you said- it's just hard to think about."
"Fuck," he murmurs, "Stop." he says, placing a finger over my lips.
"I know it's the past. I just wanted you to know that I understand how you feel and that I feel jealous, too."
He nods slowly, his finger still gently pressed against my lips, "I get it,' He says softly. He takes a deep breath and lets his hand fall away, tracing my jawline instead. "It's stupid, really. I have no right to be jealous."
"You don't need a 'right' to feel emotions. They're inherent."
He traces my bottom lip with his thumb, "I hate every man who has ever had you."
I hum in response, laying my head back on a pillow. He watches as I settle back down, and I have a sudden urge to kiss him until he forgets every other woman who has ever touched him. I push the thought aside, focusing on the present moment instead. "You know what?" He says, deciding something.
"Hm?"
"I'm glad you said I have every right to be jealous," he says suddenly, voice now firm with conviction. "Because that means I can say whatever the fuck I want, and do whatever the fuck I want without feeling guilt." His hand drifts down to my neck, his fingers wrapping lightly around my throat.
I meet his eye intrigued and slightly aroused. "That was a switch." I say, amused.
"Wasn't it?" He smirks darkly, maintaining his posessive grip on my throat. "You make me feel unhinged. In a way no one else ever has."
I look up at him, pleasantly surprised. He meets my gaze with a mix of curiousity and desire, noticing how utterly comfortable I am with his posessive touch. "You're not even a little scared, are you?" He says, hand tightening slightly.
"Not even a little." I caress his inner wrist with my thumb. He leans down, bringing his face closer to mine, our noses nearly touching.
"Why not?" He rasps, his grip tightening even more.
"Because I like the way your hand feels wrapped around my throat."
His pupils dialate at my words, the hand around my throat trembling slightly with excitement. He leans down even further, his lips barely a breath away from mine. "Say it again." He demands, his voice rough with desire.
"I like how your hand feels wrapped around my throat."
He groans softly, pressing his forehead against mine, his hand tightening even more around my throat. My pulse quickens under his touch.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he whispers, his other hand coming up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing against my bottom lip.
"I love your dominant side." I caress his back, wrapping a leg around his hip. At my sultry words, he kisses me hard, his mouth demanding and hungry as he dominates my lips. His hand on my throat tightens, making sure I can barely breathe as he kisses me.
I feel my arousal pool, nearly soaking my panties and kiss him back with equal ferocity. He growls softly, deepening the kiss. My response is aggressive and needy, matching his own dark desires. He pushes me down on my back suddenly as he crawls over me, his body pressing me firmly against the ground. His hand remains wrapped around my throat, his thumb pressing on my pulse point as he looks down at me with intense, hungry eyes. He takes his hand off my throat to pull off my shirt and slide my bottoms down my legs with practiced efficiency.
I lift my hips, helping him slide my bottoms down and spread my legs invitingly, now bare save for my bra and panties. He watches on in satisfaction, pulling me up by my back, unclasping my bra and throwing it aside. I hiss at the cold evening air on my breasts, nipples hardening immediately. He looks down at my breasts, oogling them shamelessly. "Fuck, you've been hiding these beautiful tits from me? That's a damn shame." He says, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking while grabbing my free breast, squeezing. I gasp, wrapping my arms around his back and digging my finger into his back. He spends a few moments lavishing my breasts with his mouth and hands.
"Spread your legs wider." He commands, voice low and dominant.
A shot of pure lust shoots through my body and I comply immediately. Leaning down, his lips brush against my ear as he whispers roughly, "Good girl. Such an obedient little thing, aren't you?" His lips graze my ear lobe and he kisses down my neck, biting my pulse point. Pulling back slightly, his eyes drop to my body, watching my chest rise and fall rapidly with arousal. He grabs my neck once more, squeezing tightly, promptly cutting off my air flow.
He shifts his weight slightly, pressing his hardness against me, making me feel the affect I have on him. His hand on my throat loosens just enough to let me breathe easier, but he keeps it there, maintaining his dominant hold. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, please."
His eyes bore into mine at my immediate agreement and he releases my throat to slide down my body, taking my panties off with his teeth. "You're so fucking eager. You want me to pound into you until you can't walk straight?" His hips grind into mine slowly, dragging the tip of erection along my wet folds, teasing me.
"I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name."
A wicked grin spreads across his face at my words, his eyes gleaming with dark intent. "I'll make sure you forget more than just your name, love." He suddenly releases my throat and grabs both my arms, pinning them above my head with one hand.
He lines himself up with my entrance and looks at me with a heated gaze. "Beg for it."
"Please fuck me." I beg, keeping eye contact "I need to feel you in me."
His eyes darken at my words, hearing the desperation evident in my tone. He pushes slowly into me, filling me completely before starting a rough, fast pace.
"Draco!" I moan out, eyes rolling back.
He grins wickedly at my moans, thrilled by the sound of my pleasure. He continues his brutal pace, each thrust harder than the last and aimed directly at my g-spot. "Take it, you little slut." he taunts breathlessly. I tilt my head back, pushing my chest upward as I let out several high-pitched moans, lost in the pleasure.
"Fuck. Look at you. Taking my cock like a good little bitch." His dominant hold on my wrist tightens as he watches my breast rise and fall with each thrust. My walls flutter around him, I'm getting close. "Are you gonna cum for me?" He says, voice husky in my ear as he sucks the sweet spot on my neck. I whine in response, arching my back while my walls clench around his erection. He bites my neck once, sharply, his hips pressing against mine as he feels my inner walls squeeze. "Not yet." He commands, slapping my breast as a warning to stop arching my back further.
I let out a huff of annoyance, slightly wriggling underneath him as I look up into his face. "Why not?"
He smirks cruelly down at me, amused by my frustration. "Because I said no, slut. You'll cum when I allow it." His pace slows agonizingly, grinding deep instead of pounding, teasing my g-spot relentlessly but not letting me tip over the edge.
I glare up at him, bucking my hips upwards, craving more friction. "Draco!" I whine.
He just laughs at my attempts to take control, his grip on my wrists tightening to emphasize his control. He keeps up the slow, torturous grind, knowing it's driving me crazy. "Patience. You'll get what you need soon enough."
I groan, staring up at the sky, annoyed and trying to ignore the pleasure in my nethers from his deep strokes. He watches me try to ignore the pleasure, his smirk growing wider. He loves pushing my buttons like this. He releases my wrists to wrap his hand around my throat, applying enough pressure to get me to look at him. "Eyes on me."
"No." I say brattily.
His smirk turns into a dangerous smile at my defiance. "No?" He squeezes my throat slightly harder while increasing the speed of his strokes, hitting that sweet spot deep inside me over and over. "You want to act like a brat?"
"Only because you won't let me cum." I say, looking at him with a small glare, trying to slow my pants from the eye-rolling pleasure he's giving me with his perfect hip precision.
He laughs darkly, seeing right through me. He slows down his strokes again, making them shallow and slow. "So you're not enjoying this?" He watches me carefully, waiting for my response.
"I am. Okay? It feels fucking amazing." I admit after a moment of stubbornness.
He smiles smugly at my admission. "Then why the attitude?" He grips my throat tighter, his other hand now reaching down to pinch my clit, hard. I let out a small scream, body lurching and hips trying to pull away instictively.
He chuckles wickedly at my involuntary reaction, finding immense satisfaction in my scream. He releases my clit, but maintains his firm grip on my throat. "Maybe if you stopped being such a brat, you'd cum sooner." he taunts me, his voice low and husky. I fold.
"You're so fucking hot." I say, admitting defeat.
His eyes flash with triumph at my begrudging compliment, a wolfish grin spreading across his handsome face. He loosens his grip on my throat slightly, trailing his thumb along my lower lip.
"Will you fuck me? Hard?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I won't cum until you say."
His grin widens at my eager request, his thumbs caressing my cheeks gently before he leans down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss. He pulls back slightly, his voice low and commanding. "Apologize for being such a brat."
I look at him in disbelief. "You're kidding."
He raises an eyebrow, his smirk making it clear he's dead serious. His hips roll against me slowly, teasingly. "Want a good fucking or not? Swallow your pride for once in your fucking life."
"I-" I trail off, looking at him thoughtfully, and tightening my grip on him. "If I apologize, you'll fuck me? Properly?"
He nods slowly, his expression eager but stern. "Say you're sorry for being a fucking brat, and I'll fuck you properly." His voice drops an octave, a promise of dirty, intense pleasure lacing his words. "Apologize."
I scoff, really not wanting to swallow my pride in the name of sexual gratification. He smirks arrogantly, deliberately slowing his hips until it's maddening. "You know you want to. Such a stubborn thing..." He says, pointer finger tracing my jaw. "One apology and I'll give you the best orgasm of your life."
"Why?" I demand, fighting the urge to comply.
"Because it turns me the fuck on. Stop being stubborn. Say sorry. Now." His voice deep with desire, "Say. It." he urges, punctuating each word with a deliberate grind against me. I groan, slightly shifting to try to pleasure myself- my last attempt at control.
"I'm sorry, okay?" I say reluctantly, "For being a brat."
His eyes darken with both amusement and lust at my apology- even if it was forced. "Not very convincing." He purposely keeps the pace slow and testing, wanting to draw out my frustration. "Try again." he says smoothly, a smirk playing at his lips.
"This is a power play." I say to him, actually getting to the point of angry.
His smirk widens, enjoying this fully. "Of course it is. But that doesn't change the fact that you were being a brat." He says arrogantly.
"Draco!" I say, exasperated. "You're killing me."
He chuckles, the sound low and showing his satisfaction. "What a fucking way to go." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Now, apologize like you mean it."
"This is actually so humiliating." I say, voice rising a few octaves in frustration.
He throws his head back and laughs, genuinely amused. "It's just an apology. Not a public execution." He leans in, voice a low murmur.
"Draco" I whine, pouting. "Just fuck me." I rub up and down the back of his head.
His smirk returns, pulling back slightly, his voice mockingly sweet. "You'd rather I just give you what you want? Without compromising your pride?" His hips roll teasingly against mine once before he pulls out, tip teasing my entrance.
I laugh, half out of frustration and half out of amusement at his tone. I look down at his erection teasing my folds again- back to square one. I've had enough.
"Fine. I'm sorry for being a brat." I say with determination.
His grin turns triumphant, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss. "Good girl." he murmurs against my mouth, hands sliding down to grip my hips tightly.
"You're so lucky I'm turned on right now." I say, voice annoyed.
"You're lucky I'm still turned on." He says, wanting the upper hand once more. His hips shift purposely between my legs, pressing against the entrance where I need him most. He nips at my bottom lip, then soothes it with his tongue.
"Yeah, yeah- we're both lucky. You promised me something. Hurry up and fuck me. Any time now." I say, rolling my eyes.
He smirks at my impatience, pulling back just enough to line himself up. With a single, powerful thrust, he's deep inside me, filling my completely. "Like this?" he asks mockingly, starting a slow, deep pace.
"Draco, are you serious?" I groan, annoyed. "I've about had it with you."
"Serious about what exactly?" He says, continuing the slow pace, deliberately teasing me. "You told me to hurry up and fuck you. Here I am, doing exactly that." He leans down, kissing my neck softly. "Say please." He demands against my skin.
"You're just on this power trip today, aren't you?" I mutter, but tilt my head so he has better access to my neck. He presses suctioning kisses on my neck, knowing he's driving me crazy. He pulls back slightly, his voice dangerous. "Answer me." His hips roll slowly, almost languidly. I whine in frustration, almost at my limit with him.
Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I say "You know that's not what I mean." He chuckles darkly, knowing exactly what I mean but enjoying the power dynamic too much to give in to me.
"You should be more specific. I'm not a mind reader, love." He continues his slow, deliberate thrusts, each one driving me mad with need.
"You are so lucky you're insanely attractive and that I have a stupid soft spot for you."
He lets out a genuine laugh, increasing the pace slightly at the ego rub, the pace just enough to make me gasp. "I love that you have a soft spot for me."
I sigh. "I do. I really, really do." I run my fingers through his hair. His expression softens for a moment, a hand coming up to caress a thumb across my cheek as he holds himself still inside me. "I know, lovebug." He whispers before capturing my lips in a gentle, sweet kiss- a stark contrast to his dominant behavior. "I love you, you stubborn brat." he says, finally beginning a steady pace.
"I love you, too." I say softly, looking at him affectionately. "And you're more stubborn than me." I kiss him again sweetly, caressing his back and rolling my hips up to match his thrusts.
He pulls back slightly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Am not." He denies teasingly, his hips rolling forward in tandem with mine, eliciting a low moan from both of us. "We both know you'd win any stubborn contest hands down, love."
"Are too." I coo at him playfully, cradling his head. "You drive me absolutely insane with it, too. Now will you please give me a mind-blowing fucking?" I kiss down his neck, sucking a possessive hickey on his pulse point and throat.
He shudders, then grips my hip firmly, speeding up his pace considerably. "Happy now, you insatiable woman? I'd argue about who's more stubborn, but you're distracting me with your perfect lips." His movements become more intense, purposeful.
I look into his eyes, breasts bouncing with each thrust. "Fuck, you feel so good." I moan, wrapping my legs tighter around him. He growls in response, watching my chest and face closely- completely entranced. He snakes a down between our bodies to rub circles on my clit.
"Yes. Right there. Perfect! Just like that." I moan, tilting my head back and raking my nails down his back, hips bucking up in sync with his. He continues the perfectly calculated rhythm, hitting my sweet spot with each thrust and maintaining a perfect pressure on my clit.
"Are you going to cum all over my cock like a good girl?"
"Can I?" I ask, too blissed out to fight being submissive.
He smirks down at me, likely appreciating the fact I'm being the submissive little bitch he's wanted all evening. "Not yet." He teases, slowing the pace slightly to throw off the rhythm but keeping his circular motion on my sensitive bundle of nerves.
I hold his face still as I make out with him, deeply and erotically. He kisses me back fervently, his hips picking up the pace again as he feels my desperation for release. "Tell me you love me." He demands hoarsely, his thumb pressing slightly harder in my clit.
"I love you, Draco." I say genuinely, forehead pressed against his.
"Fucking hell..." He mutters softly, his hips snapping forward harder. His thumb moves faster, pressing harder on my clit.
"I'm so close." I moan out, breathing coming out in pants.
"Go on, darling. Cum for me." He breathes against my lips before kissing me again hungrily, his movements frenzied as gets closer to his own orgasm. His thumb works harder on my clit, and I feel the familiar tug in my lower stomach. "Now." He commands sharply, pressing down hard on my clit and keeping his steady pace pressing against my g-spot. "Cum."
I cum hard with an erotic moan, eyes rolling back and jaw going slack in ecstasy. "DRACO!" I scream his name, legs shaking and vagina convulsing around his penis.
He groans deeply, watching and feeling me fall apart around him. He keeps thrusting steadily through my orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible.
"Cum in me." I say, voice sultry. He meets my gaze, his eyes dark with lust and intensity. He doesn't look away as he thrusts deeper, faster chasing his own release. His breath hitches and his face contorts in pleasure as he finally comes undone, a low groan escaping his throat. "Fuck!"
I reach down to massage his balls, prolonging his orgasm. His body convulses a few times before he falls directly on me, face tucked into my neck- our bodies still conjoined.
For a few peaceful moments of silence we bask in our post-coital euphoria. He lazily and affectionately kisses my neck, jaw and face. "I love you." He says, voice low and affectionate. I giggle, running a hand up and down his back. "I love you, too."
The evening has turn to night now, and I press my chin on his shoulder as I look up at the stars above us. After a few moments, he rolls off me and onto on his back, eyes looking up at the sky with me.
He turns his face to me, looking at me thoughtfully for a moment, his expression curious and hesitant. I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to ask. I know there's a question on his mind.
"Where did you learn to do these things? Dirty talking, giving mind-blowing blow jobs?" He mutters to me, watching my face closely for any sign of reservation or discomfort.
"Nowhere, love. Don't worry about it. Come here." I cup both of his cheeks, bringing his face to mine as I kiss him. He deepens the kiss, and we lose ourselves to the feeling for a few seconds before he pulls back just enough to smirk against my lips.
"If someone told me a year ago that I would be cumming in my best friend, I would've called them crazy." He chuckles, affectionately caressing my hair.
"Well, I would tell past me to have sex with you sooner. It was amazing." I admit, running my fingers through his hair. He laughs, the sound vibrating pleasantly against my lips.
"I would've gladly agreed. It's been the best decision of my life."
We both start laughing, basking in the warm, affectionate afterglow of our incredible sex.
"How did we get here?" I ask, small smile still in place. "I mean it was phenomenal but how did we actually get to the point of sex? It couldn't have been just because we made today a spontaneous day."
He smiles, his fingers trailing up and down my side. "I think we just couldn't ignore the attraction anymore. It was always there, bubbling under the surface. We were both too scared to ruin our friendship to act on it sooner." He admits, eyes soft as he gazes at me.
"I know we're still best friends and all, but I hope we still have sex occasionally." I say, laughing softly. I'm wondering if friendship will be enough for me anymore now that I've got a taste of him on an entirely different level. He watches my face for a few moments, and nods- seeming to agree silently with my sentiments.
"Deal. But on one condition..." He pauses, his fingers stopping on my waist. I look at him curiously, tilting my head as I wait for him to finish. "We can have sex whenever you want, but I want more. I can't just be your best friend anymore. Not after today." He says, wrapping an arm around my back and pulling me closer to him. "Can you?" He asks, voice soft and gentle. I shake my head- a resounding no.
"I can't just go back to being your best friend. Not when we showed our true feelings to one another. Things wouldn't be the same." I admit, voice earnest. He nods. "Things won't be the same, even now. In fact- they'll be better. I just have something to ask you." He says, sitting us up to face one another, grabbing my hand.
"What is it?" I ask softly, pushing his hair off his forehead.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" he asks, voice calm but hopeful. "Properly?" I nod with a big smile and climb onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Yes, I will." I say, kissing him once, affectionately. "I''ll be your girlfriend."
"Titles and all?"
"Yes. We've already been kind of acting like it for a while now." I say, chuckling softly. He smiles, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to my lips.
"We have, darling. It's just official now."
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