#draco malfoy friends with benefits

[hannikin-grahamkin]

He's not my enemy. He is my homoerotic rival and if anybody but me ever tries to hurt him I will promptly kill them.

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Saltwater Stain by thestarryknight Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: M Word Count: 9k Seven days stuck on a boat investigating a rogue ghost wouldn't be so bad if Harry didn't want Draco so much. Draco has his rules and Harry's content to follow them, but the air feels different away from the shore. Is it possible that the sea could offer Harry something impossible on land?

[theostrophywife]

heaven and back.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader x theodore nott.

song inspiration: heaven and back by chase atlantic.

author's note: poly! matty and theo just hits different. the teamwork that these two would put in. whew baby that's a one way ticket to st. mungo's. these men break backs, not hearts 😏

You were good at playing games. 

As a matter of fact, Mattheo and Theodore would argue that you were a little too good. 

After all, you met your boyfriends during one of Malfoy’s infamous game nights in which you swindled Mattheo and Theodore out of a few hundred galleons during a tense round of magical poker. Ever since that fateful night in fourth year, the three of you became inseparable. Thanks to your slyness, the first Saturday of every month was deemed sacred to your fellow Slytherins. Game nights were reserved for drinking and debauchery, which just so happened to be your specialty.

Though the entirety of Hogwarts coveted an invitation to the longstanding tradition, very few were allowed a glimpse into the inner workings of the serpent’s nest. Tonight, the guest of honor was none other than the Gryffindor golden girl—Hermione Granger. She and Draco only started dating a month ago, but anyone with eyes could see that Malfoy was quite smitten. Before Hermione, Draco had never invited a significant other to game night. 

You were determined to give Hermione a warm Slytherin welcome. Hence the special potion you brewed just for the occasion. 

With a smirk, you produced the potion from your back pocket. The liquid sloshed around in the glass vial, the iridescent purple mixture flecked with specks of glitter. 

“I know that look.” Theo remarked, pulling you into his lap. “What sort of trouble are you brewing, dolcezza?” 

Mattheo chuckled and nestled against his shoulder. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, Teddy. You know we both benefit from her mischief. Isn’t that right, princess?” 

You smiled, ruffling Mattheo’s curls. “You’re absolutely right, Matty. Tonight, everyone will reap the rewards of my tricks. I concocted a special little potion that’ll make game night a little more interesting.”

Pansy raised a perfectly groomed brow. “What exactly does this little concoction of yours do, Y/N? The last time I drank something you brewed, I ended up streaking through the quidditch pitch.” 

“As I recall, I was right beside you, Pans.” Your friend chuckled, nodding in confirmation. “Consider this a social lubricant. It takes the edge off, makes you feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. It’s the perfect balance between feeling tipsy and high. Lowers those pesky inhibitions.” 

Draco scoffed. “If this group lowers their inhibitions any further, we’d all be expelled.” 

“That’s why we have you, Dray. What good is the Malfoy fortune if it can’t bail us out of sticky situations?”

“Need I remind you that the last sticky situation almost ended with Enzo in the infirmary after Mattheo and Theo convinced him to race backwards on their brooms.”

Hermione watched the back and forth exchange, absorbing the interaction with a small smile. 

“Draco’s exaggerating, of course. Anyone would’ve missed the whomping willow in the dark.” The Golden Girl chuckled as you sent her a conspiratory wink, causing Draco to sigh in exasperation. “Besides, Berkshire had fun. Didn’t you, Enz?”

“Oh, loads. I had a blast pulling twigs from my arse for two hours straight afterwards.” 

“See? You’re not talking us into taking another one of your poisons, Y/N.”

Enzo shook his head. “Speak for yourself, cousin. I’m definitely in.”

The rest of your friends expressed their agreement. Even Blaise, who would never dream of drinking anything besides the finest vintage, was eager to participate. Mostly to see the others make a fool of themselves, which was perfectly fine by you.

Draco rolled his silver eyes. “Fine. You lot are going to end up talking me into it, anyways.”

“What about you, Hermione? Would you like a sip as well?”

Her warm, honey brown eyes darted around the room. Draco clasped her hand in his, squeezing gently. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, love. I’m only agreeing because I don't want to have to take care of these heathens.”

You nodded empathically. “No pressure, Hermione. You can say no if you’d like, but I am rather proud of my little concoction and it would be an absolute honor if the golden girl partook in our debauchery. After all, you’re dating Draco. You might as well get used to it now.”

A mischievous grin pulled at Hermione’s lips. She shrugged nonchalantly, her curls cascading over her shoulder. “Why the bloody hell not?” 

“That’s the spirit, Granger!” cheered Pansy. 

You smirked in response and slithered out of your boyfriend’s lap. Both Mattheo and Theo watched intently as you crawled across the plush ornate rug, slowly making your way towards the Gryffindor. Hermione sucked in a breath, her cheeks blossoming into a pretty blush. Her hands, which were laid in her lap in the most prim and proper way, twitched when you knelt before her on the sofa. 

Behind you, Mattheo mumbled something into Theo’s ear. When you glanced over your shoulder, your boyfriends were staring directly at you, anticipating your next move. You responded with an innocent smile before turning back to Hermione. 

With  a sly smile, you held her honey eyed gaze and tapped her bottom lip. “Open up, love.” 

Hermione swallowed thickly before parting her lips. You gently cradled her jaw before tipping the vial into her mouth, pouring a generous amount of potion for the golden girl. She looked up at you expectantly, her lashes fluttering ever so slightly. 

You rewarded her with a cheeky wink. “Good girl, Granger. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” 

She shook her head, the flush on her cheeks mimicking her house colors as you wiped a droplet of liquid off of her lips with your thumb. Beside her, Draco sighed. “For Salazar’s sake, stop putting the moves on my girlfriend.” 

“What’s the matter, Dray? Are you scared I’ll steal Hermione away from you?” 

“You can hardly blame me. You’re a shameless flirt, Y/N.” 

You placed a hand over your heart, feigning offense. “Why, I’d never dream of flirting with your lady. You know how jealous my boys get.” 

Your boyfriends shook their heads, clearly amused at your attempt to rile Draco up. Truly, your friend made it too easy. You chuckled as the blonde glared at you. “Come on, Malfoy. It’s your turn. Maybe the potion will loosen you up, yeah?” 

Draco rolled his eyes, but allowed you to pour the potion into his mouth. You moved down the line, doing the same for Pansy, Blaise, and Enzo. The latter grinned as you ruffled his hair. After Enzo, the only ones remaining were Theo and Mattheo. 

“Come here, cara mia.” Theo said, beckoning you with two fingers. “Mattheo and I are waiting.” 

“I saved the best for last, boys.” 

Mattheo smirked as he pulled you into his lap. You settled against him, making yourself right at home. He kissed the side of your neck, smiling against your skin. “Go on, then. Don’t leave Theo hanging.” 

You nodded, body heating as Mattheo rubbed your thighs. Theo raised a brow, his watercolor eyes settling over you. Licking your lips, you couldn’t help but let your gaze wander. Your boyfriend looked rather casual in his emerald jumper and dark jeans, but there was something about the way that Theo carried himself that exuded sex appeal. The cocky smirk on his handsome face told you that he was well aware of the effect he had on you.

Theo cocked his head towards you and opened his mouth. You tipped the vial past his lips, admiring how plush and pouty they looked. Lust darkened your boyfriend’s watercolor eyes as he watched you through hooded lids. The potion dribbled off his chin, making you giggle. 

“Oops, I spilled.” You licked the remnants off, lapping up the liquid all the way to the corner of his lips. Mattheo’s fingers dug into your hips as you finished off your little show with a kiss. 

Theo grabbed the back of your head and deepened the kiss. He didn’t take kindly to being teased. Never one to shy away from public displays of affection, Theo groaned softly and slid his tongue into your mouth, giving you a filthy open-mouthed kiss before pulling away and winking. 

Across the room, Hermione flushed, her lips parting ever so slightly. “Oh,” she whispered softly. 

Mattheo chuckled, his laughter caressing your skin as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He turned you over in his lap and tapped his lips. “Me next, princess.” 

“Open wide, Matty.” 

“Funny. Usually I’m the one saying that to you.” 

Your friends groaned at the suggestive comment, but you only grinned in response. Mattheo parted his lips eagerly, not once breaking eye contact as he swallowed the potion. The intensity of his big, brown eyes made your hands shake, causing you to spill a few drops on your fingers. Your boyfriend took your middle and pointer finger into his mouth and sucked them clean. 

You gasped in surprise. Mattheo chuckled darkly, catching the vial before it slipped out of your fingers. Behind you, Theo tugged at your hair and titled your head back. 

“Your turn now, mi amor.” Mattheo drawled, his voice a seductive song in your ears. He lowered his voice, so only you could hear his next statement. “Be a good girl and swallow.” 

The eager nod made both of your boyfriends smirk. Theo gathered your hair in one hand, fisting your locks into a makeshift ponytail while Mattheo poured the last of the potion into your mouth. The liquid was strong and sweet, trailing down your throat and warming your body with a pleasant heat. 

“That’s my girl,” Mattheo said. Theo raised a brow, which made the curly headed boy laugh. “That’s our girl.” 

“Better,” Theo remarked before pulling you against him. 

You settled into his lap, watching the rest of your friends start a game of poker. As always, Draco was way too competitive. Blaise was hustling the hell out of him, but the blonde didn’t seem to notice. Pansy wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s shoulders, leaning in every so often to whisper things in his ear that made him smile. 

Enzo reclined back on the couch, an endearing smile pulling at his lips as he took small sips of his firewhiskey. From his glazed eyes, you could tell that the potion was hitting him the hardest. 

Mattheo rested his head on your lap, tugging at your hand in a silent request to play with his curls. You obliged happily, scratching at his scalp and twirling his bouncy locks between your fingers. Every so often, he’d lean in and show you his cards, asking for advice. 

As the night progressed, the potion took its effects, loosening both lips and limbs. Theo’s long legs bracketed you from either side, the intoxicating scent of petrichor and cigarette smoke clinging onto him like your own personal drug. Mattheo stared lovingly up at you as you continued playing with his hair. 

When you looked up, you met Hermione’s inquiring gaze. She was leaned up against Draco, who kept an arm around her waist, absentmindedly drawing circles underneath her sweater. 

She cocked her head, a question forming in her brilliant mind. “So, how exactly does it work?” 

You leaned back against Theo’s chest, a playful smirk curving against your lips. “How does what work, love?” 

“Having…two boyfriends.” 

“You mean, being poly?” 

“Poly,” Hermione said, testing out the word. There wasn’t a hint of judgment in her expression, just plain curiosity. Apparently, the Gryffindor girl��s innate hunger for knowledge extended to the intricacies of your relationship. “If you don’t mind me asking. How exactly does a poly relationship work?” 

You shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s like every other relationship,” you started, glancing at your two favorite people in the world. Mattheo and Theo smiled back. “We go on dates, we argue about stupid things, then we kiss and make up. Except sometimes the boys like to gang up on me.” 

Theo chuckled. “I reckon ganging up against you is the most fun that we have, dolcezza.” 

“I’d have to agree with Teddy,” Mattheo interjected as he grinned up at you. “We give teamwork a whole new meaning. Don’t we, princess?” 

“See,” you said, waving your arms between your boyfriends. “These sassy men will be the death of me.” 

Theo wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling against your neck. “You love us though.” 

“That I do,” you replied with a smile. 

“Do any of you ever get jealous?” asked Hermione. 

Theo nodded. “Of course, it’s a natural part of every relationship, but we have ways of working it out.” Your boyfriend smiled and kissed your cheek. “We just make sure no one feels left out.” He leaned down to place a kiss on Mattheo’s forehead too.

Hermione hummed. “That sounds rather nice, actually.” 

“I wouldn’t call it nice,” Mattheo countered with a sly smile. “Y/N can get a little feisty sometimes. You should’ve seen what she did to Lavender for touching my shoulder last week.” 

Theo nodded in agreement. “It’s nothing compared to the fight she had with Cho after she tried asking me out. Poor girl thought that polyamory equates to having an open relationship. As if I’d ever need anyone else besides Y/N and Mattheo.” 

“So polyamory doesn’t translate to opening your relationship to others,” Hermione said thoughtfully. “I’m learning so much.” 

Mattheo confirmed her statement with a nod. “Yes, we’re all very committed to one another. It’s only Y/N and Theo for me.” 

“While we all adore your wonderful little trio,” Draco cut in. You could tell by the tension in his shoulders that he would definitely not be open to sharing the golden girl with anyone else. “I think it’s time to call it a night.” 

You chuckled. “Such a party pooper, Malfoy. Don’t worry, Granger’s just asking for education purposes. Aren’t you, Mione?” 

“I know what you’re doing, Y/N. You’re devious, you know that?” 

Theo smirked at his oldest friend. “Don’t be jealous cause she has more game than you, Dray.” 

“After all, that’s how she got us. Right, princess?” 

Draco sighed exasperatedly. You rolled your eyes fondly before saying goodbye to everyone. Pulling Hermione into a hug, you winked behind her back as Draco glared at you. 

“Thank you for indulging me,” Hermione said softly. “I feel thoroughly educated now.” 

“No problem, Mione.” 

You kissed her cheek before wrapping Draco into a hug as well. “Stay sharp, Dray. You’ll have to work harder to keep up with this one. Granger’s way out of your league.” 

Draco smiled. “I’m well aware.” 

Later that night as you laid in bed sandwiched between Mattheo and Theo, you felt the potion reach its peak. You giggled into Theo’s neck, squealing as Mattheo pressed his cold feet against your legs. The three of you were chatting about your day like you usually did, but thanks to the potion, one of you always got sidetracked, leading into cuddles and kisses mid sentence.

Matty spooned you from behind, his possessive grip snaked around your waist like a vice. “I’m not going to lie, watching you crawl towards Granger tonight did something to me.” 

“That’s her game, mio amato. You know she loves to tease.” 

You turned over to face him, an amused smirk toying at your lips. “I thought you liked my little games, Teddy. At least your lower half did. I could feel you pressing against me all night.” 

Theo smirked, grinding his erection against your thigh. “Can you blame me? You knew exactly what you were doing. Admit it, cara mia. You weren’t cozying up to Hermione just to get under Draco’s skin. You were doing it to rile us up too.” 

“It worked. I’ve been hard as fuck all night. The way you teased Granger had me thinking vile thoughts.” 

“So I’m not enough for you, Matty?” You jested, pouting your bottom lip at your boyfriend. “You want Draco’s girl too?” 

Within the blink of an eye, you were pinned underneath Mattheo with your arms raised above your head as your boyfriend glared down at you. “No. If anything, you’re the one flirting with Granger like Theo and I aren’t enough to handle already. Maybe we should remind you who you belong to.” 

You hummed in agreement, biting back a smile. “Hmm, maybe you’re right, querido. I’m not opposed to a little refresher.” 

Theo shook his head in disbelief. “Fucking hell, bella. You just want to be railed until you cry, don’t you? Such a little brat. You could’ve just asked for what you wanted.”

You batted your lashes in response. “But it’s so much more fun this way.” 

As retaliation, Mattheo flipped you over on all fours. With a smirk, he leaned back on the headboard and pushed down his gray heathered sweatpants as Theo crawled behind you. He gave no warning as he bunched up your nightdress, pressing a filthy kiss against your clothed sex. You were dripping for him, coating his lips with your taste as he pushed your head down on Mattheo’s lap. You groaned as Mattheo pumped himself between slender fingers, tapping the tip of his cock against your lips. He bucked into your mouth just as Theo plunged his tongue between your folds. 

“What was that, principessa?” Theo hummed against your aching cunt. “Matty and I can’t hear you over all that moaning.” 

Mattheo laughed meanly as he gathered your hair in his fist, thrusting down your throat with a choked moan. “Put that smart mouth to work, sweetheart.” He thrust in lazily, barely giving you his tip. “Spit on it.” 

Glancing up at him through your lashes, you spit on Mattheo’s cock and watched as his head lolled against the headboard. “Teddy? Wanna give me a hand, pretty boy?”

With wide eyes, you gasped as Theo leaned over and pumped Mattheo in his hand before lining up his length against your lips. Theo kissed your cheek before shoving your head down to take inch after inch. Once Mattheo slid all the way in, he pulled out just to slam back in forcefully. You could feel Mattheo hitting the back of your throat, activating your gag reflex while he smirked in satisfaction. 

“Gonna shut the fuck up and take my cock like a good little slut, aren’t you?” 

You nodded, tears forming in your eyes as Mattheo continued to fuck your throat. As if that weren’t enough, Theo flicked his tongue on your clit and feasted on you from behind like a starved man. He took his sweet time, sloppily making out with your pussy and lapping up your arousal before slipping a finger inside, pumping you as you gagged on Mattheo’s cock. You groaned as Theo pried your legs apart, his intense gaze never leaving your face as he kissed the inside of your thighs. Hooking your right leg over his shoulder, Theo began licking and teasing, his tongue flicking through your folds with expert precision. He sucked hard, lapping your juices up with fervent devotion. 

The potion increased the sensations tenfold, intensifying your pleasure as you bucked against Theo’s face. It seems that your less than innocent academic pursuit had truly paid off because both Theo and Mattheo seemed to be affected just as much. The current of the concoction surged through all three of you, slamming you with wave after wave of heady desire. It felt better than drunk sex or fucking while you were high. This was just unbridled lust and want, flooding you with the need to be nothing but an obedient fuck toy for your favorite boys. 

Mascara streaked down your cheeks as you cried out for more, fisting the sheets as your boyfriends occupied both of your needy holes. The cries of pleasure were muffled around Mattheo’s cock. Your boyfriend’s breathing grew ragged and his grip grew tighter, his abs rippling as he shot hot ribbons down your throat. 

“Good girl. So fucking beautiful, swallowing every drop of my cum like a perfect little whore. You’re flawless, Y/N.”

Theo made quick work of you afterwards. Warmth spread from your core, hot tendrils snaking all over your body as he pushed you to your first orgasm of the night. When Theo crooked his middle and pointer finger inside your gummy walls, you squirted into his mouth with a cry. Despite your cries of pleasure, Theo showed no signs of stopping. His cool breath fanned over your sensitive sex and you whimpered at his ravenous appetite, squirming away from Theo’s tongue. Displeased, Theo flipped you onto your back and dragged you towards him by the ankles. 

“I’m not done with you, tesoro.” 

Your boyfriend growled and glanced at Mattheo. “Hold her down,” Theo commanded, his pretty eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re done when I say you’re done. Sit back, look pretty, and let me eat your pussy until you’re sobbing. I’ll make you feel so good, bella. Surely you have another one in you, don’t you, Y/N?” 

You nodded, still reeling from the aftershock of your orgasm. Mattheo placed you on his lap, prying your lips open with his fingers. “Theo asked you a question, princess. Use your words.” 

Theo smirked. “Give her a minute. I think I’ve fucked her so dumb with my mouth and fingers that she can’t even form a sentence.” 

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Mattheo said with a chuckle. He caressed your jaw, pressing kisses against your shoulder. “Don’t you want to cum again, sweetheart? Either way, you don’t really have a choice. Theo’s going to feast on you no matter what you say. You know he hates being teased.”

“I can take it,” you said in a shaky voice. “I’ll be good, I promise. I just want to make you both proud.” 

Theo smiled, revealing the dimples you loved so much. “I know you do, Y/N. We’re not stopping until you’ve soaked the sheets. Now come on, be a good girl and sit on my face.”

You swallowed thickly as Theo switched places with you, laying back on Mattheo’s lap while bringing your hips forward. Steadying yourself on Mattheo’s shoulder, you slowly lowered onto Theo’s face. You grinded against him slowly at first, minding your sensitive sex, but it wasn’t long before you were bucking into his mouth, riding his face like you’d ride his cock.

There was no other word to describe Theo but feral. He gorged himself on you, poking and prodding your wet cunt with his tongue and fingers until your head fell onto Mattheo’s neck, gasping against his skin while Theo’s fingers dug into your hips. You groaned as Mattheo kissed you roughly, whimpering at the overwhelming pressure already building in your core. 

As your moans and screams grew louder and louder, Mattheo gagged your mouth with his fingers, shoving his middle and pointer finger past your lips in an attempt to muffle the noise. 

“Are you trying to wake the whole castle up, princess?” 

“Let her,” Theo said, chuckling darkly as he wrapped his lips around your clit. “Let the whole castle hear what a desperate little slut she is for us.” 

You groaned as Theo picked up the pace, fucking you with his tongue until you were coming undone in his mouth. The second orgasm was an out of body experience. Stars exploded behind your eyes as you came with a cry. You could’ve sworn that you went to heaven and back.

As you collapsed backwards into Theo’s arms, your boyfriend grabbed you by the throat and kissed you. The taste of you lingered on his tongue and your eyes rolled back as Theo’s lips claimed yours. He chuckled when you chased his kisses. 

“Don’t be greedy, pretty girl. Matty wants a taste too.” 

Your lips parted in surprise as Theo grabbed the back of Mattheo’s head and kissed him hard, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip and they both groaned. Theo smiled into the kiss, savoring the taste. He patted Mattheo’s cheek before pulling you into his lap. 

“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” Theo cooed, caressing your cheek and rewarding you with neck kisses. “I love when you ride my face. You’re fucking perfect. I’m so proud of you, pretty girl.” 

“Don’t go all soft now, cariño.” Mattheo teased, licking away the remnants of you from the corner of his mouth. “We’re only getting started. We haven’t even fucked her yet.” 

Theo smiled down at you, wiping away the mascara streaks clinging to your cheeks. “Then by all means. Finish the job you started, Matty.”

“I intend to,” Mattheo replied as he loomed over you.

With a wink, Theo spread your legs apart and presented your sopping wet cunt to Mattheo like a present. He reached down and rubbed his middle and pointer finger against your clit, holding your hips in place as you arched off the bed. 

“Look at that. Pretty little pussy’s all nice and wet for us,” Theo said with a chuckle. “You’re so eager, aren’t you? So insatiable, dolcezza. Maybe Mattheo and I should give you a double dose. Fuck you at the same time.” 

“Yes,” you breathed, mewling as Theo continued rubbing lazy circles against your clit. “Please, please, I need it.” 

“Just a cockhungry little slut. You’re fucking greedy, mi amor. Begging for both of our cocks. Don’t worry, baby. We’ll give you what you want. Fill you up like you need.” 

You whimpered in response as Mattheo manhandled you, pushing your face into the pillows while he lifted your perky arse in the air. He kneaded your ass, rubbing his cock along your folds. When you grinded against him for more, Mattheo’s palm landed on your right cheek with a hard smack. As you looked behind you, Theo winked before slapping your left cheek. The sting of his palm burned against your skin, making your eyes water. 

“What’s the matter, bella? I thought you wanted to play.”

“I do,” you breathed, gripping the sheets. “Please, Teddy. I need more. Spank me harder.” 

“Dirty girl,” Theo said fondly. “Ask and you shall receive.” 

As his palm came down on your ass over and over again, you gasped for breath, chasing air while Mattheo lined himself up at your entrance. Theo leaned down to kiss the handprints on your arse, biting softly and embedding his mark onto your skin before mirroring Mattheo’s actions. Theo teased against your puckering hole and nodded at the curly headed boy beside him. 

He placed a soft kiss on Mattheo’s lips. “Ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be,” Mattheo responded with a grin. 

You braced yourself to take both of them, gripping the sheets while they filled you simultaneously. It was a tight fit and you could feel both of your boyfriends stretching your walls.

“Such a good girl,” Theo groaned, moving slowly so you could adjust to his girth. “Letting Matty and I stretch you wide open. Fuck, I love being inside of you. It feels like fucking heaven, tesoro.”

Mattheo groaned in agreement. “Your pussy’s so wet. Does it turn you on to be ruined like this?” You cried in pleasure, mewling as Mattheo took Theo’s hand and placed it on your lower abdomen. “Feel that, mi corazón. Can you feel me fuck her deep, rearranging her insides?” 

“Merda, you two are going to be the death of me.” Theo said, his dead eyes rolling back. “Fuck me, I could cum just watching Matty move inside of you, Y/N.” 

As the two of them moved in sync, you gasped and panted, tears streaming down your cheeks from the overstimulation. There were so many sensations all at once, overloading your senses, making you writhe and whimper while your boyfriends ruined you. Mattheo tilted your chin, praises dripping from his lips, sweat slicked skin glimmering a pretty golden shade in the dim light. 

The hard planes of his abdominal muscles rippled while he fucked you from behind, grasping at the base of your throat until you were gasping for air. “Who’s pussy is this?” Mattheo growled into your ear, his curls tickling your cheek while he released a ragged breath. “Who do you belong to, Y/N?” 

“You and Theo,” you breathed. “Only you and Theo.” 

Theo smiled at your answer, lacing your fingers together. “That’s right, principessa. You’re ours to love, to fuck, to worship. Don’t forget that.” 

“Oh gods,” you moaned, gripping Theo’s hand while wrapping your fingers around the hand that Mattheo had around your neck. “I’m yours and you’re both mine.” 

“Damn fucking right,” Mattheo said with a sharp thrust. 

As Mattheo’s breathing grew more ragged, you and Theo both knew that he would succumb first. Theo fisted Mattheo’s curls in one hand and pulled him in for a filthy kiss, swallowing the cry that left his lips as he came inside of you. The sensation of him filling you up was too much to handle and the orgasm rocked your body, making your limbs seize as that familiar white hot heat blinded your senses. 

Theo was the last to cum, pulling out of your sensitive hole so that Mattheo could wrap his lips around his cock. His endurance was rewarded with vulgar noises as Mattheo gripped his hips in place and sucked him dry.

When your third and final orgasm ran its course, you found yourself laying flat on your back, blinking back up at the ceiling as you regained control of your senses. Through the haze, you blinked and found Theo and Mattheo fussing over you, casting a cleansing spell and wiping your damp forehead with a clean cloth. With a smile, they both leaned in and kissed your cheeks before tucking you safely between them. You hummed, placing a gentle kiss on both of their foreheads. 

“You know you two are all I need, right?” 

Your boyfriends both nodded, curling against you. “Of course, mi corazón.” 

“You’re all we need too, cuore mio.”

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[megwritesriddles]

Your Champion ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem! Reader / You

Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 16 - Shower sex. Reader waits for Draco in the changing rooms during his match, ready to celebrate with him when he wins, and celebrate they do, in their usual fashion.

Tags: Shower sex, P in V, Handjob, Semi-public sex, Established relationship/Friends-with-benefits, Miscommunication, Cocky!Draco, QuidditchPlayer!Draco, Not canon compliant, Cliffhanger (minor).

Word count: 2.6k

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Authors note: Surprise!! Two fics in one day!! This is short (ish) and sweet!! Hope you like it mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

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The game was louder than usual. The stands were more lively, the buzz of the players as they flew by amplified somehow by the stakes of the game. Even in the player's tent, it was nearly deafening. You sat on the bench under Draco's locker, reading your book, waiting. You were interested to know how the game was going, but Draco had asked you to stay in the tent and wait for him, so you did. 

You and Draco were… undefined, even though everybody knew there was something going on. As you’d walked into the tent with him earlier today, not even for the first time, other members of the team had wanted to make comments, but Draco had told them in no uncertain terms to keep it to themselves. He wasn’t shy of you in the slightest. Before walking out onto the pitch, he’d given you a kiss and a playful smack on the ass. He was never shy to let people see the two of you were involved, but the way you were involved was never discussed between you. You had decided a while ago to just interpret it as friends with benefits to prevent yourself from being let down. Draco had asked you to wait for him in the tent when you last saw him, telling you he’d want to ‘celebrate’ when Slytherin won.

“And if you don’t win?” you’d asked softly, his arms tightly around your waist. He scoffed at you. 

“Oh, we’ll win,” he grinned, placing a kiss on your lips. “And if somehow not, then I’ll need you to comfort me,” he smiled slightly softer. It’s these little glimpses of vulnerability that keep you running back to him. You live for them, every drop of his true self he gives you just keeps you addicted. Which is why you sit for potentially hours alone in a tent that smells lingeringly sweaty for him to finish his game. You’re lucky your book is interesting. 

It’s the final match of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Stakes are high, even higher for Draco as it’s his last game at Hogwarts and, more importantly, his last game against Harry Potter. He has something to prove, and for his sake, you really hope he proves it. You don’t care much about your house, but you care about him. Slytherin hasn’t won the cup, even if they win this game, but for Draco, this match is bigger than that. He has to prove himself over Potter, it’s an odd compulsion he’s always had. He insisted you had to be in the changing rooms as you’re his good luck charm, which you had to admit, while cheesy, had really enticed you. 

There’s a massive eruption of cheers, you try your best to guess which house they’re coming from, but you’re unsure. From your position near the ground, you can’t hear the commentary over the roar of the crowd so you’re unable to figure out what’s happened. You slowly close your book on the bench beside you and wait. There’s a chant forming, still obscured to your ears by clumsy timing, but slowly and surely it morphs into the word ‘Slytherin’. They’ve won. You smiled to yourself, cheering on your own in here feels silly. You slump slightly against the lockers, having won means the team will be out there celebrating for the while, talking to the school newspaper, being forced, with little luck presumably, to shake hands with the Gryffindors. You resign yourself to wait, but quite quickly, the fabric of the tent parts and Draco bursts in. He looks smug and he’s grinning wide, so you grin back. He comes over and picks you up with ease, clearly hopped up on adrenaline. You wrap your arms around his neck, giggling at his excitement.

“We won, love,” he tells you, even though this much is obvious. He presses a hard kiss to your lips before withdrawing again. “Fuck, you somehow look even more hot than when I just saw you,” he chuckles.

“That’s all the dopamine speaking,” you laugh softly, caressing his neck, his chest currently out of reach due to his quidditch uniform. “Aren’t you supposed to still be out there?” you question.

“Yeah, but I needed you, what are they gonna do? Kick me off the team? That was my final game,” he dismisses, holding you closer and kissing your jaw. You giggle a little.

“I suppose not,”

“Come on, I need a shower, love,” he carries you over into the shower room, gently setting you down by the bench. He makes quick work of his quidditch gear, but it still takes a while. Once he’s left in his undershirt and boxers, he dives for you. He kisses all over your neck, his hands sliding under your t-shirt and onto your back, caressing gently. “My good luck charm,” he hums against your neck. “You did me well today, I really showed Potter,” he hisses the last word and you almost laugh at him, but frankly you’re too used to this. He helps you to strip down, his hands absolutely everywhere on you. You take turns until you’re both stark naked. He is already half hard with anticipation, grinning lazily at you. You hear some of the other team members entering the tent and he guides you to one of the shower stalls so that you’re out of view. “Remember to be quiet for me, okay?” he grins cheekily. He turns on the shower and the stream of water crashes over you. It’s initially cold and you jump into his arms instinctively for warmth. He chuckles lowly and holds you while the water warms, seeming unphased by the icy shower falling over him. His wind-tousled hair becomes saturated with water, slicking down onto his forehead. He kisses your neck at a leisurely pace, rubbing his hands over you to soothe away the goosebumps until they’re finally gone. 

“Do you wanna wash first?” you enquire in his ear, otherwise you would have needed to shout over the pounding of the water in the enclosed space. He nods in response, stepping back and retrieving some soap from the magical dispenser. You watch him as he scrubs himself down, his lean body highlighted by a long tough quidditch season. He keeps his eyes on you too, enjoying the sight of your wet glistening body. He’s seen it many times before, but he never seems to tire of ogling. It’s slightly flattering, but it also makes you want to roll your eyes. He grins, sensing your annoyance. 

“What? You’re stunning, love,” he coos, leaning in to press his lips to your ear. “Making me hard just by standing there, no other girl can say that,” he nips your earlobe, leaning back to wash the last of the soap off of himself. He’s right, he’s much harder than he was when you entered the shower, his body knowing what’s coming, or rather, who is coming. He’s back on you in mere moments once he’s sure he’s free of soap. One arm settles around your waist, holding you close, the other takes your wrist and guides your hand to his erection. “You wanna spoil the victor, don’t you?” he teases against your ear. “I think I deserve it, and you’re always so good at it,” you roll your eyes again at his cocky behaviour, leaning up to kiss him as your hand wraps around his length. He hums in pleasure. His hand remains at your waist, slowly sliding down. You know where it’s headed, but don’t object. You pump his length gently in your hand, keeping a slow pace to start, aware that you can’t get him too loud where you are. His free hand cups your jaw as he kisses you, open-mouthed and desperate.

“You’re excited today,” you mumble teasingly against his lips. His hand squeezes the flesh of your rear. It’s a miracle he hears you. 

“Been thinking about you the whole match, surprised I was able to win when all I was thinking about was you,” he admits, softly sucking on your bottom lip. You slightly tighten your grip on his cock and he groans quietly. Your motions speed up ever so slightly, you add a little twisting motion as you go, one you know he loves. He holds you tight against his lips, using the kiss to muffle the needy noises escaping his lips. You thumb his tip gently and he bucks into your hand, another groan escaping him.

“I thought it was me that was supposed to be quiet,” you taunt, still working your hand in the way he loves. He grunts. 

“Brat,” he grins. “I’ll have you struggling in a second,” he promises between choked sounds. He reaches down, gently removing your hand from his cock, which is now weeping pre-cum. You know what he’s about to do, but somehow it shocks you anyway. He grabs your waist and spins you around, pressing you against the cool tile wall of the shower cubicle. His hands brace on either side of your head, his body pressing into your back. “Be quiet for me, won’t you, love?” he teases, kissing your cheek lingeringly before reaching down to align himself with you. You bite your lip, moaning softly as he runs his tip up and down your folds. You can tell without looking that he’s smiling his arrogant little smile, but it hardly matters to you when he’s rutting so deliciously against your clit. “While everyone’s distracted by the celebrations, I’ll take you to my room and please you nice and proper, yeah? A thank you for being my lucky charm. Eat you out until you cry? Do you like the sound of that, love?” he taunts. He knows you like the sound of it, you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. You whimper your soft agreement. “And then tomorrow, you can spend the day pleasing me, your champion, can’t you?” he prompts, grinding against you deliciously. “Can’t you?”

“Yes,” you exhale shakily. 

“I can have you all to myself tomorrow, all day, a perfect Sunday," he muses, kissing the crook of your neck. You whine, pressing back against him needily, the thoughts of what the two of you might get up to exhilarating. It’s not often you spent the whole day together, and you were surprised it was what he wanted, rather than basking in his victory with the team, but you were happy to comply. 

He finally begins to sink into you and it’s sweet relief. You bite your lip hard to keep quiet, wanting to moan out a string of colourful expletives to demonstrate how amazing this feels. He pants harshly against your ear, bottoming out and staying still for a little while. In this brief pause, you hear distant voices, a reminder that, though enclosed from view in these four walls, you are not completely alone. He braces against you and starts to pump his hips. You don’t need much warm-up since you’re quite used to his cock by now from months of taking it, but you’re still squeezing him the perfect amount and he makes sure to let you know through the soft growls leaving his lips. He rocks faster against you and it’s a battle to remain quiet, but you have no choice, even if you’re sure people have noticed your discarded clothes on the bench and put two and two together. His hand snakes down, rubbing gentle circles on your clit, you’re grateful for it, but you always wonder if it’s really a selfish action, as it makes you clench around him and his breath shudders with each clench. With him, it’s probably a bit of both, a favour for you, perfectly calculated so it benefits him too. You spread your legs a little more so he has better access to caress you. For the most part, the patter of the shower water against your skin and the shower floor drowns out the slap of skin against skin, but you hear it, travelling up through your body. If Draco hears it too, he doesn’t let it slow him down even slightly. He’s relentless in chasing his release, pressing firm kisses to your neck and shoulders, each a promise of a more relaxed experience later, a promise to lavish you in ecstasy, now and later. He’s mumbling something, but you can’t hear it, it’s not frantic enough to be an announcement of his orgasm, so you let yourself ignore him. The coil in your belly tightens and tightens until it’s almost painful, your whole body going tense. He realises it and speeds his fingers up on you, fucking into you faster. 

“That’s it,” you hear him coaxing over the various noises clouding your senses. “That’s it, love, you’re right there,” he whispers. The coil in your belly snaps in an instant, forcing you to bite down on your lip hard. You close your eyes in ecstasy, feeling your body pulsing pleasurably, tingling all over. Your legs shake and Draco holds you up as he rams into you a few more times before pulling out to spill his seed all over your lower back. You feel the warm liquid land on your back only for a moment before he shifts you under the spray of water to wash it away.

You gasp for breath in his arms and he does the same behind you, both overwhelmed by your first time together in a little while. Draco had recently confessed that he no longer touches himself as he has you, but with last-minute practice, the two of you have been apart for a while. It’s oddly flattering to realise from the intensity of his release, that he’s still using only you as an outlet. He wipes your back gently, making sure you’re free of his cum before loosening his grip on you carefully. He’s worried you’ll collapse, it happened once, and he’s been overly careful since. You stand shakily on your own two feet. He guides you around so you’re facing him and then wraps his arms around your waist. 

“I reckon I’m the champion at that too,” he grins smugly. You roll your eyes, leaning into his arms as he pecks your cheek and pats your ass affectionately as if to say ‘good job’.

“Merlin, your ego has been so inflated by that match,” you chuckle.

“And you want to stroke it,” he mutters the double entendre cheekily. Another glimpse at his genuine self, less vulnerable this time, but still true and seldom seen. You gently smack his chest and laugh at him and he laughs back. He turns off the shower and you listen. It’s mostly silent outside, you wonder idly how long you’ve been there together, and how obvious it might have been to the others what was going on. Draco seems unbothered, cracking the door to the cubicle and checking the coast is clear before ushering you out. He brings you a towel from his locker, which has been housing two towels since you began whatever this was. Once you’re wrapped in it, he smiles at you. “My beautiful good luck charm,” he murmurs, pushing your wet hair from your neck to press a few kisses there. 

“Oh shut up,” you giggle, slightly flustered. It was moments like these that really made you want to ask him what you were. He was always so sweet and tender after sex, it felt like something more than it probably did.

“No really,” he insists, pulling you closer again. “I wish we could just apparate to my room, but I suppose I don’t mind showing you off in the common room first, showing everyone those cute little marks on your neck, especially Potter! Hah! Imagine his face, I won the match and fucked you all within the hour, he’ll be green with envy,” he traces the few soft pink spots on your neck, chuckling to himself.

“People might think we’re dating,” you dismiss a little, though you find his comments amusing. He tilts his head at you. 

“Aren’t we?”

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xoxoxo

[rotthepoet]

In love with your writing, specially bsf!theo. I’m in such an angst mood. Everyone knows we’re in love with Theo and he’s in love with us besides the two of us. Longing with fwb to lovers? Maybe some more smut if you’re feeling spicy?

IN LOVE WITH YOU, POOKIE!!! If theres one thing I know how to do its YEARN and LONG so lets hope that translates into writing 🙏 it’s been a hot minute since I wrote an actual fic, and i took a few liberties with your rq, so please let me know how you feel about it!

Notes: i typically write for a gn!reader, but I really hope everyone can forgive me for writing in a FEM perspective today. It just makes writing smut a tad bit easier on me(an afab person)

Content warnings: As always, Hogwarts University AU, Characters are all 18+, Draco Malfoy calls Nott a fat ass(degrading eating habits, commenting on working out), Theo’s mom is dead, mutual pining but being too stupid to figure it out, crying during sex but not in a hot way(no safe word used/tech needed), angstyish to comfort, use of drugs(weed), SMUT, oral(fem receiving), kinda proofread? Please let me know if I miss anything major.

Things only got more intense as the… situation went on. Hooking up had become significantly more common, almost a daily occurrence. You found your mind drifting to Theodore more often than not, thinking about how disheveled his hair looked in the morning, or how the first words he mumbled when he saw you today were “Hello, beautiful”.

Your thoughts never strayed too far from Theodore, and to be honest, it felt like he never strayed too far from you.

In the most recent months, it felt like you two had become inseparable. That’s not to say it was a bad thing at all, oh no in fact, it made you quite happy to know he was around. He was your friend after all. The sex-thing, as you opted to call it, was just a benefit you both indulged in time to time.

Of course, neither of you dared to openly admit your scandalous behavior together. It wasn’t anyone’s business, even as Theodore had started seeing less women and spending less nights out partying. It wasn’t anyone’s business when Theo wrapped an arm around your shoulder while walking around Hogsmeade, or when he smiled at you when you weren’t looking. It wasn’t anyone’s business whenever Theo stopped sleeping around completely, and it certainly wasn’t their business when he beat the shit out of one of the Weasley twins for accidentally catching you in the crossfire of a loose prank.

It wasn’t anyone’s business besides the two of yours, and for the most part people had began to ignore it, except for a select group of close friends.

A day didn’t go by where you weren’t pestered by one of Theodore’s friends. They collectively figured that you were more likely to break under pressure than Theo was. It was ruthless.

Draco Malfoy stands at the front of your desk, glaring down at you. “You know you’re just another one of his phases. He does this. Falls helplessly in love with a girl, dedicates his entire time to her, only to remember he isn’t built for that life. It’s about time you save yourself the trouble. I’m only trying to help.”

Not everyone was as terrible as Draco, thankfully.

Mattheo Riddle would approach you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist, putting on his most convincing Theodore impression. “Ciao, Bella,” even his most convincing impression wasn’t very good, “My room or yours?”

Sometimes you play along, running your hands over Mattheo’s in a way that makes his skin prick with goosebumps. “I was thinking we could do it on Matt’s bed again.”

That usually get’s you a hard shove away if Theodore hadn’t already spotted the situation.

Lorenzo Berkshire isn’t as insistent, just staring at the two of you, raising a brow whenever he finds you hand in hand. He draws a huge smirk on his face every time he sees you alone.

“Where’s your boyfriend?”

“You mean your boyfriend? I see the way you look at him, don’t play dumb Enzo.”

He doesn’t like that game as much. Usually scoffs and ignores you.

Then there was Blaise Zabini.

Blaise Zabini.

He knows more than he should. Far more than he should. He watches. He listens. He knows. He perceives.

The first time Blaise found you asleep in Theo’s arms, it was early in the morning. Their little clique never missed breakfast together unless something drastic had happened. So, whenever Theodore didn’t show up for breakfast, Blaise volunteered to check on him. Only Draco questioned it when Blaise grabbed a plate and two muffins(“Those are practically cakes, Nott’s fat ass doesn’t need one to begin with, let alone two! Doesn’t even show up to quidditch practice anymore.”). Draco was ignored.

“You’re going to lose her if you keep acting like this, you know that right?”

Theodore tries to ignore Blaise as best he can, he really does. He traces his fingers over your hair softly, watching you dream.

“Just tell her, Theo. What are you so scared of?”

“Drop it, Blaise.”

“No. You obviously love her, you’re obviously in love with her!”

“Lower your voice-“

“Why are you so scared? Is it your father, Theo? Is it your-”

“I mean it Zabini, drop it.”

The room goes eerily quiet as you shift slightly in Theodores arms. It lasts for only a moment before your breathing returns to the deep, rhythmic patterns.

“Get out.”

Blaise didn’t brother bringing it up after that. He knew what was going to happen, and he was going to let it play out. It wasn’t his business, after all.

Your friends weren’t much different. You stopped hanging out with them as much, not on purpose at all, but it didn’t go unnoticed. Maybe one or two of your friends resented Nott for it, “He’s a playboy, everyone knows that. I don’t like how close he’s getting to you.” Or “You aren’t… sleeping with him right? Please tell me you aren’t.”

Both you and Theodore laughed endlessly about every comment. It was silly. I mean yeah, you two fuck, but you’re just friends. You’re just friends, and friends can totally cuddle each other to sleep, and friends can totally kiss without sex. Its not a big deal! Its not a big deal as Theo almost pukes every time he says, “You’re my friend, I’d tell you if anything changed.” And it’s not a big deal when your chest aches as you say “Same here. It’s not that weird when you think about it.”

It wasn’t a big deal the first time you cried during sex. It wasn’t a big deal when he pulled out immediately and held your face, asking what he can do for you to make it better. It wasn’t a big deal when you sobbed in his arms for hours, chest hurting because you loved him so much and you knew you could never say anything. It wasn’t a big deal when Theodore kissed your mouth shut when you tried to apologize. It was a big deal though. It was a really big deal.

It was a big deal when you wrote your name next to Nott like a child. It was a big deal when you kicked your feet in bed thinking about how he called you pretty. It was a big deal when he kissed your cheek so absentmindedly that it felt natural. It felt right.

It was a big deal, and it hurt so bad.

But you could manage. Look at how strong you are. Look at how composed you are. You knew that one day all of this would come to an end, and you were okay with that! It was something you knew you could one day stomach, so for now, you didn't let yourself worry about it.

What you worried about instead, was how fine the object of your affection looked tonight.

Theodore was dressed to the nines. Black slacks, a loose button-up shirt, and those eyes that undressed you no matter where you were. He was gorgeous, and he knew it. You looked wonderful too, showing just enough skin to keep Theo on his toes.

Slytherin winning the house cup was a moment to be celebrated, the common room decorated and loud music playing from every corner of the room. You and Theodore spent every moment together, laughing whenever someone dared approach either of you for a dance.

Smoke curled out of Theodore's lips as he snuffed out the filter of a joint you had shared. He grinned at you, and you smiled at him, and everything else faded away.

Time slowed down, and Theodore's smile fell.

"I want to be with you, this summer."

And you laughed and smiled, nudging his arm slightly. "Well, all you need to do is invite me to your summer home in Italy, and I promise I'll spend every day with you."

"No. I want to be with you."

And for a moment, it felt like everything was still. Theodore looked so scared, and you looked so scared, and your mind was fighting the high to fully understand and process his words.

"With me?"

"With you."

You bit the inside of your cheek, almost not realizing whenever Theodore groaned and stood up.

"Theo."

"Fuck. I knew this was a bad idea."

"Theodore."

"I'm sorry. I knew we shouldn't have."

"Theodore Nott, look at me right now."

And he did. He looked at you so sadly. It made your heart ache.

"I want to be with you, too."

It felt like a brick that sat on your heart had finally been lifted. You laughed at the smile that spread across his face. You laughed as he pressed sloppy kisses against your lips. You laughed as he picked you up, kissing you stupid as he carried you to your room.

The weed still made your mind and body buzz with a high, and fuck, every touch felt better than ever before.

Your back hit the mattress, and Theo climbed over you. He looked so handsome, and you felt so pretty the way he looked at you. His hands worked at your dress, pulling you into a deep kiss as he found the zipper in the back.

Your hands gracelessly unbuttoned his shirt, whining into the kiss as you struggled. Finally, with a small chuckle, Theo offered to help you. His hands worked smoothly, pulling his shirt off his shoulders.

"You're stunning."

"Take a look at yourself, cara mia."

Theodore pushed you back down, gripping your hips as he dragged you to the edge of the bed. You laugh, resting your hands over his, feeling just how wet you are between your thighs. You lean your head back, sighing softly as Theo drops to his knees.

Nothing else mattered when Theodore's tongue found your clothed pussy. His strong and veiny hands pushed your thighs further apart, and pathetic mewls spilled from your lips as he licked you.

Theodore continued to tease you, a grin plastered to his face at every moan and whine you let slip out. He licks over the lace of your panties, daring to suck on your clit through the soaked fabric. Pleas spill from your lips, and Theo can't bite back his groan as you tug on his curls.

Dead eyes look up at you from between your legs, and Theo pulled away just enough to remove the lace hiding your heat from him. He blows on your wet folds, pulling your thighs to his shoulders.

"I think I could stay like this forever, right here."

You roll your eyes and sit up, pulling Theo up just enough to admire his wet face. "I think I'd miss your face too much," you laugh, leaning in and kissing his lips, shivering as you taste yourself on him.

"I have a few other positions that I wouldn't mind staying in."

You push away his smirking face with a laugh, gasping for air suddenly as his mouth finds your clit. Gasps turn into soft whines as his tongue moves across your pearl, your hips jerking and shifting at each motion. You can feel his smirk as he licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, collecting your arousal on his tongue.

"Theo," You whine out, but he silences you with a long finger prodding at your entrance. He shushes you, planting wet kisses along your thigh. "I know, bella, just take a deep breath. 'Gotta stretch you out all the way."

A needy moan slipped from your lips as a finger slipped inside of you. You could hear how wet you were, and Theo pulled back just enough to watch the digit disappear inside of you. He pressed a second finger in, carefully spreading them inside of you.

"So soft. So pliant."

His whispers made your legs shake as he stretched you out thoroughly. The knot in your stomach grew tighter, and it became almost unbearable as his lips found your clit again. He was slow, savoring the feeling of your legs shaking beside his head, and the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

Ecstasy flooded your mind before you had a moment to think about it. Theo groaned into your cunt, committing the taste to memory. He continued working his fingers in and out of your cunt until you were shaking in overstimulation, only then finally freeing himself from between your legs.

"You have one more in you, right? Can't get enough of you, cara mia. Will never have enough of you."

[sadnymi]

「 ✦ how would Slytherin boys react to you having a crush on them ✦ 」 [part2]

Regulus Black

Regulus might be rendered speechless. His eyes would widen momentarily, reflecting a mixture of surprise and something deeper, perhaps a flicker of hope. He might stammer slightly, struggling to form a coherent response.

A part of him yearns to reciprocate your feelings, to revel in the unexpected joy of your affection. But another part, burdened by family expectations and a sense of duty, might hold him back. This internal conflict could manifest in his behavior – becoming withdrawn, avoiding eye contact, or appearing lost in thought.

Regulus might shower you with subtle yet meaningful gestures. He might anonymously send you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, the kind you once mentioned admiring in Herbology class. He might "accidentally" bump into you in the library, leaving behind a rare book on a subject you expressed interest in. These unspoken acts of affection would be his way of expressing his feelings without defying the expectations placed upon him.

might yearn for a life where he could openly express his love, a life free from the constraints of his family legacy. This longing might manifest in fleeting glances exchanged across the Great Hall, filled with a bittersweet tenderness.

He'll initiate more physical contact, such as touching your hand, hugging you, or leaning in closer when talking to you.

Draco Malfoy.

Draco's usual composure might crack for a moment. Expect a stammer, a flushed face, or a poorly disguised attempt to act nonchalant.

To mask his fluster, Draco might resort to his usual arrogant demeanor. He could make snide remarks or try to downplay your feelings.

He wouldn't openly declare his feelings. Instead, he might subtly show his care: offering you his notes in class, anonymously sending you a rare magical ingredient, or "accidentally" bumping into you in the halls.

He might subtly brag about your crush to his friends, trying to appear nonchalant while secretly basking in the attention.

Despite his initial awkwardness, Draco would be a surprisingly protective friend (if not yet a boyfriend). He wouldn't tolerate anyone bullying you and might step in to "defend your honor" (even if you didn't need defending).

Tom Riddle

Tom wouldn't reveal his emotions readily. He'd observe you with a calculating gaze, trying to understand your motives and the potential benefits of your affection.

Tom might see your crush as a tool. He could use your feelings to gain your trust or influence your actions for his own agenda. A sudden "kindness" or excessive charm.

If he deems you valuable, Tom might become possessive and controlling. He might use threats or fear to keep you in line.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, Tom might confide a secret or hidden desire, testing the waters of your loyalty and trust. A deep sadness might cloud Regulus' eyes at times.

become obsessed with you, it turned dangerous. He might resort to dark magic or manipulation to keep you close, regardless of your feelings.

Blaise Zabini Blaise

would likely seize the opportunity to tease you mercilessly. Expect witty remarks, playful nudges, and a barrage of "friendly" jabs about your crush.

The teasing might morph into playful flirting. He'd test the waters with compliments, winks, and suggestive innuendos to see how you respond.

Blaise would exude an air of confidence, perhaps boasting about his irresistible charm (though secretly hoping you find him genuine).

If he truly likes you back, the teasing might lessen, replaced by genuine conversations and attempts to get to know you better.

Blaise might turn surprisingly protective if he senses someone else vying for your attention. He'd use his wit and charm (and maybe a subtle threat or two) to scare off any competition.

[maxdibert]

Lily doesn’t seem to think she’s done anything wrong by insulting his poverty and aligning herself with his abusers - only Severus is remorseful, and the trauma that caused him to lash out was considerably worse than the trauma that caused her to lash out. She believes he deserves it, as apparently she believed his abuse was amusing. And I’d be totally fine with this from a character perspective because it’s the teenage condition to be self-centred and poor at self-reflection. But the *narrative* (and the author in interviews) doesn’t believe Lily was in the wrong here. And it believes Lily made the correct moral judgment on the two boys when she casts Severus off for his crime and falls in love with James despite his. But I just don’t buy into that framing, and I didn’t even when I was 10. The use of the word ‘mudblood’ while in considerable distress is not a greater sin than sexual assault.

Lily feels no remorse, nor does she think it's wrong to half-smile at the bully who’s targeting your so-called friend. She doesn’t even consider that this might be why your supposed best friend insulted you in the first place. But here’s the thing: this isn't Lily's fault. It's J.K. Rowling's fault, and the way she portrays ethical dilemmas throughout the series, blurring the lines between what's morally right and wrong. Now, if you’ll allow me, before diving into the dynamics between Lily and Severus, I’d like to provide some context as to why I believe the biggest issue with many of the characters’ attitudes in the series lies in Rowling’s constant attempt to project her own moral compass through her writing. In doing so, she falls into repeated inconsistencies and creates a narrative that’s all over the place when it comes to how certain characters are treated.

Rowling is never consistent. She portrays Draco Malfoy as an irredeemable, terrible character because he’s a rich kid spoiled by his parents, using his power and influence to bully those weaker than him. Yet, she gives James the benefit of the doubt, even though he behaved exactly the same way: a rich bully who used his status and his friends to gang up on the vulnerable. From early interviews, Rowling claimed Pansy Parkinson is practically the reincarnation of Satan, even though, of all the antagonists, Pansy is probably one of the least relevant and harmless. This is simply because Rowling projected onto her the stereotypical “mean girls” who mock those who read and study—something Rowling clearly couldn’t stand. On the other hand, she glorifies characters like Ginny, who has a pretty nasty attitude towards any girl she doesn’t consider cool or "not like the other girls." Ginny treats Fleur like a witch when Fleur has done nothing wrong—her only crime is being incredibly beautiful, knowing it, and not constantly apologizing for it. And this treatment of female characters throughout the series deserves a proper gendered critique, because they fall into every stereotype and archetype set by the traditional male gaze.

In Rowling's world, there are always two kinds of women. When it comes to younger, adolescent characters, there are the "good" women—those who don’t fit the typical feminine mold, the weird ones (like Luna), the tomboys who are “one of the guys” (like Ginny), or the overly studious ones who don’t have time for frivolous things like reading magazines or talking about boys (like Hermione). In other words, the cool girls, the ones who are supposed to be role models, are those who "aren’t like the other girls." But not because they’re deconstructing gender roles consciously—they just happen to embody the fantasy of the woman who can give you kids while still being one of your bros. It’s a common male fantasy, where women abandon the graceful, ethereal, delicate image to fit into a set of needs the modern man has. These are "manic pixie dream girls," hiding a deeply internalized misogyny as they are presented as individuals opposed to the “other” women—the “other” being less cool because they lack traditionally masculine traits, and thus are less than. We see this not only with how Fleur is treated but also with the disdain or prejudice Hermione shows towards girls like Lavender or the Patil sisters, just because they act like normal teenagers instead of validating themselves through academia to compensate for their inferiority complex (cough, cough).

Then we have the adult female characters, where Rowling’s toxic and incredibly conservative view of motherhood kicks in. Except for McGonagall, the rest of the adult women who are seen in a positive light are either already mothers or end up becoming mothers. And for them, motherhood is everything. They are mothers first and women second, in every case. Lily is Harry’s mother, who sacrifices herself for him. Molly is the Weasley matriarch, whose entire life revolves around her kids—she hasn’t even looked for a job (which wouldn’t be a bad idea, considering the family’s financial situation), nor does she have any aspirations beyond knitting sweaters and worrying about her children. Even Narcissa, a negative character throughout most of the saga, earns her redemption solely because she loves her son and is willing to risk everything for him. Nymphadora Tonks, a 25-year-old woman, ends up pregnant by a man 13 years older than her and goes from being an independent Auror with her own life to a passive housewife waiting for her man, who is off having an existential crisis. The adult women in the saga aren’t independent individuals—they’re extensions of their children. And any woman who isn’t a perfect, self-sacrificing mother (like Merope Gaunt) is either a psychopath or portrayed as a terrible person.

What I’m getting at is that Rowling is far from impartial in the moral narrative of the story. In fact, she’s absolutely inconsistent. She presents characters she sells as "good," whose attitudes are absolute trash, yet she continues to insist that they’re good and perfect. This is especially obvious with her female characters, because throughout the seven books, she constantly emphasizes her ideal of the "perfect woman" in terms of tastes, motivations, and behavior. Hermione is a self-insert, Ginny is probably a projection of who Rowling wishes she could’ve been, and Luna is the quirky girl who isn’t “threatening” to other women, and is treated with a condescending, paternalistic lens. They are either Rowling’s aspirational figures or archetypes that don’t bother her, or they’re reduced to filler characters who are mistreated by the narrative.

When it comes to Lily, the problem is that Rowling spends half the saga painting her as some kind of Mother Teresa. She’s the quintessence of motherhood—but not a conscious, modern motherhood, but one rooted in traditional Judeo-Christian ideals. This is the kind of motherhood that can do no wrong, the one that represents women because, in this view, a woman can’t be fulfilled unless she’s a mother. Lily dies for her son, and that love creates a divine, protective magic. She’s beautiful, popular, and one of the most popular guys at school is after her. Clearly, she must be a saint, because everyone describes her as such. And while the narrative does question James’s perfection, even if vaguely and unsuccessfully, it doesn’t do the same with Lily. Harry questions his father’s actions but never his mother’s. He never stops to think about how problematic it is that his mother almost laughed at Severus or refused to hear his apology, or that she couldn’t empathize with what he was going through, knowing full well the kind of situation Severus had at home. When a narrative tells you something but never shows it, and worse, never questions it, that’s a problem. Something doesn’t add up. Rowling is obsessed with showing her own moral line through her characters and doesn’t realize how incoherent it is to portray Lily as someone who always does the right thing when what we actually see of her suggests that, if she really liked James all along, not only is she a hypocrite, but she’s also quite superficial with questionable principles. But this is never addressed, never explored. It would be fascinating if it were, giving the character more depth and making her more relatable. But Rowling brushes all this aside, as she does with so many other things, because to her, Lily was a role model, despite the fact that anyone with common sense can see she was just a terrible friend who got tired of justifying why she hung out with a poor, scruffy kid and ultimately decided it made more sense to date the rich, handsome bully.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Warm Hugs- Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Summary: Draco finds his sweet friend cold from the rain

Word count: 544

Things like this always seem to happen to you, and you try to give your fellow classmates the benefit of the doubt, but the more they happen, the more you worry they just don’t like you. Most of your other classmates were usually pretty nice and even stood up for you every now and then, but a certain group of Gryffindors always seem to be around when bad things happened to you.

Walking back to Hogwarts, it seems you’d misplaced your umbrella, and your coat. Then as you walk you seemed to step in every puddle, even though you’re sure there wasn’t one there before. By the time you got back, it was safe to say you were fully drenched, shaking and cold.

The walk back had been exhausting but you just needed to get to your dorms and you’d be okay. You were so consumed by the thought of the warm fire and soothing hot chocolate you knew was waiting for you, that you didn’t even notice Draco until he’d grabbed you by the shoulders.

“Y/N, I thought I told you to bring your umbrella and coat with you,” he lightly scolded, worry more laced in his eyes than actual upset or disappointment.

“I did, but I think I left them in one of the stores,” you admitted, a little embarrassed.

Draco’s look softened as he took in your cold and shivering form. He knew you hadn’t ‘left them in one of the stores’, he knew it was one of those Gryffindors, but he would deal with them later. For now his main worry was getting you warm and taken care of.

“Here, silly girl, take my jacket and we’ll get you all nice and warm,” he gently soothed.

Before you could deny such an offer, he’d already pulled your arms through the sleeves and buttoned it up for you.

It was hard for Draco to admit how deeply he cared for you, trying to just be seen as a caring friend, but seeing you in such a miserable state, he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around your shaking form. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, your arms wrapped around his back as his wrapped around your shoulders, with a sweet hand pressed against the back of your head.

Pressing your face into his jumper clad chest, Draco both warmed your body and your heart. The walk back had been so cold and miserable, but now being in Draco’s warm embrace, it all seemed to disappear.

“Come on, silly girl, let’s get you to a warm fire and into some dry clothes,” he whispered into your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

Although he promised a fire and dry clothes, he didn’t seem to drop his embrace. His own clothes and face were getting soaked, but he didn’t care, feeling as though he needed to be the one to keep you warm and safe.

This hug felt almost like a sweet dream, and Draco worried that if he were to let you go, it would all vanish from him.

You yourself had no intention of breaking the hug either, knowing it was something both you and he needed.

A couple more minutes won’t hurt.

[phoebe-delia]

That’s His Name

I got this idea and it wouldn’t leave me alone so here we are.

Lucius Malfoy is a proud man.

He’s always carried himself well, in his opinion. He married well. Produced an heir—though that didn’t end up being much use to him. Kept his vaults full and his reputation intact. For the most part. Sure, there were a few slight miscalculations, but he is only a human man, after all. How was he to know that the boy would overtake the Dark Lord?

But no matter. Lucius might be serving a life sentence in Azkaban, but he will do so while holding to the remains of his dignity.

He doesn’t have many friends here, though he isn’t sure he ever really has, considering most of those in his former social circle would’ve sold him out in a heartbeat if it served their own benefit.

His current social schedule consists of nodding at the guards who pass his cell or slide a plate of food under the bars. The faces change, more often than he’d have assumed. They get younger and younger, or perhaps Lucius himself is getting older.

The guards tend to speak freely around him, gossiping and laughing and talking like they’re not surrounded by caged criminals. At first, Lucius was affronted; how dare they act as if he doesn’t exist! But now he sort of enjoys it; one must get one’s entertainment from somewhere. So he listens in on their conversations, straining to hear the latest news about both strangers and long-forgotten names from distant memories.

He’s listening to one guard—a fresh-faced man who had to have just graduated Hogwarts—ramble on to his older counterpart about “the power couple of the century” and how “Harry and Draco Potter are going to—”

Wait.

“Excuse me?”

Lucius hears his own voice, growling and hoarse, booming through the prison. There’s silence, and then—

“Yes? Is there something you need?”

Lucius grasps the bars of his cell. “Come here, boy.”

The younger guard stands and walks, on slightly shaky legs, toward Lucius.

“Tell me what you just said. Repeat it.”

“I, er, said Harry and Draco Potter—”

“Draco POTTER!?” Lucius’ shout rings even in his own ears.

The guard’s eyes widen. “Y-yes?”

“His name is MALFOY. Draco MALFOY.”

“I-I don’t think so.”

“I would know, seeing as I NAMED HIM MYSELF YOU IMBECILE!!”

The other guard rises, placing a hand on his wand. “Sir, you need to calm down.”

Lucius wants to sneer, to spit, but he takes a deep shuddering breath and wills his temper to deflate. “My apologies. Allow me to rephrase. The man of whom you’re speaking is my son.”

The guard raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Sure. You’re Draco Potter’s father.“

Lucius is aghast. “Do you not believe me?”

The guard rolls his eyes. “I don’t really care either way, really. He’s been Draco Potter as long as I’ve been alive. He doesn’t go by any other name. At least not now.“

Lucius grits his teeth. “Malfoy. That’s his name. Draco Malfoy.”

“Right. Whatever you say, mate.” The guard turns and starts to walk away. “Whatever you say.”

[sitp-recs]

back for another rec!

looking for a possessive harry, *especially* if he say or thinks “mine” (!!!)

thanks so much!

Your wish is my command! 🫡🫡

Devour by @digthewriter (E, 1k)

"We fight we break up. | We kiss we make up." Jealous Harry is jealous.

Utterly Yours by @lazywonderlvnd (E, 6k)

Draco gets back at Harry for his late nights as an Auror by flirting with the new Arithmancy professor. Harry's not usually the jealous type, but he has his moments.

Intention by @the-sinking-ship (E, 7k)

Harry really ought to listen to whatever Ron is saying, but it becomes impossible to focus when a familiar figure across the pub curls his fingers around another man’s tie. And when that man leans in with a wolfish smile, Harry sees red, and all he can think is mine.

Once Upon a (Wet) Dream by InnerLilith (E, 13k)

Once a year, Harry has a very strange dream. Meanwhile, in real life, he’s falling for Draco Malfoy.

I've Waited Here for You (Everlong) by heyitsamorette (E, 23k)

Ever since Ginny started dating Blaise, Harry has had to see a lot of Blaise’s friends as well… and with them comes Malfoy. Everyone’s too focused on rebuilding the world after the war to notice that Malfoy is still a dick, so they don’t seem to mind letting him into their little group. But Harry remembers everything, and when he’s not having nightmares from the war or training to become an Auror, he is doing his best not to let himself become friends with Draco Malfoy. And friends with benefits is not actually friends… is it?

In Your Arms, Rests My World by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 24k)

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it. “You make me feel safe, Potter” Malfoy whispers. “You keep me safe.”

on the divine agony of longing by @flimsi (E, 25k)

Speaking to Draco is like poking a beehive - and Harry is a glutton for punishment. In which Harry makes some serious blunders and then tries to fix it. Somehow.

what husbands are for by @softlystarstruck (E, 52k)

To settle tensions between werewolves and vampires, Harry volunteers for a political marriage. But it turns out he's marrying Malfoy– cold, untouchable Malfoy, who he hasn't seen in ten years. Throughout contention and politics, werewolf pub nights and grudgingly shared meals, they have to make it work. And in the midst of it all, Harry finds something he already gave up hoping for.

Lemon Colour, Honey Glow by @thusspoketrish (E, 67k)

Over a series of unfortunate pub nights at the Leaky Cauldron, Draco Malfoy falls in love. A story about finding strength and forgiveness in unlikely places.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (E, 100k)

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost.

Bonus: dark!Harry (pls mind the tags)

I Love You by Curlee_Cue (M, 18k)

Harry knows what love is. It’s something that grows. Something that adapts. Something that sometimes needs a little help along the way. (or the one in which Harry loses his mind)

[pottersfia]

theodore nott

fluff

yule ball

"reader gets asked to Yule by Harry and Theo gets all sour and jealous about the situation until he finds out reader turned Harry down because of her strong feelings towards him"

theodore x hufflepuff!reader

theodore x tall!reader

theodore x sunshine!reader

theo hates touch, unless it's from you. you get insecure

theodore x sunshine!reader

theo is afraid of commitment

theodore x chubby!reader

you're insecure, theo is down bad

hot tub

theo x draco’s sister!reader

smut

friends with benefits, two, three

you’re the adoptive child of the malfoy’s who has a crush on theo. smut with a plot.

ask for it

asking for what you want doesn’t come easy for you but theodore is more than happy to help out.

theodore x gryffindor!reader

"The reader finished a Quidditch match and they lost, she was very angry and retaliated by fucking him the way she loved her boyfriend. He was more than happy for you to use him and take control."

sleepless night

somnophilia with a restless theo

[sodamnradd]

Hermione couldn’t do it. She could not enter that ballroom. Every muscle in her body had locked up, refusing to take a step further.

This was why they should just keep things casual.

They were good at casual. Or their version of it. The one where they awoke in each other’s arms and Draco summoned buttery pastries and fresh strawberries to bed as they discussed their latest fascinations until noon. The occasional indulgent trips to France, where he showered her with nonsensical gifts like frilly lingerie from secret boutiques, or flowers so fresh their perfume wafted down the boulevard. Where they clinked frosty glasses of crisp champagne before he slowly undid her dress, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her shoulder. Each a promise of all the wicked things he intended to do to her as the night stretched out. The kind of casual that left a smile on Hermione’s face every morning and a lightness in her step that her friends said made her glow.

But this—

“Granger.” Draco’s arms wrapped around her from behind, his voice like velvet as he greeted her fondly.

She didn’t arch into him like she normally would, or rest her head on his shoulder so he could pepper her neck with little kisses. Her body was a tight spring, coiled with tension.

Lucius Malfoy was in there.

And their Slytherin classmates, and their parents, and their pure-blood friends.

She felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter.

“Darling.” Draco kissed her temple. His voice blended into the lush symphony pouring out of the Malfoys’ ballroom. Every molecule of his body belonged here. She’d never felt so alone in his company.

Sensing her distress, he guided her to a rose-adorned pillar away from prying eyes. He observed her with a mixture of concern and awe, admiring her in sheer tulle and layered skirts that intensified like dusk. Another gift, delivered with an exorbitant bouquet of her favourite peonies and an invitation to his family’s Spring Ball.

She was no idiot. She knew what it was insinuating. This wasn’t casual anymore, and she had her doubts if it ever had been.

“I-I can’t go in there.” Her voice trembled. She hoped he saw the blind panic in her eyes, pleading with him to set her free. “I’m sorry, Draco.” She hated disappointing him. It summoned strange, throbbing, rather un-casual aches to her chest.

But he only kissed her forehead and enfolded her in his firm embrace. “If you want to leave, we’ll leave,” he said in a low, careful voice. “But I promise I will never let them hurt you again. If you take my hand and come with me, I’ll make sure you feel like the most powerful woman in that room.” He stepped back, lifting her chin so their gazes met. “Because you damn well are, Hermione. You’re the most powerful person in there.”

It was the highest praise from a Slytherin. And she knew he meant it.

He looked unbearably handsome tonight in midnight blue robes that matched the darkest layers of her dress, his hair tousled just how she liked. A dazzling confidence emanated off of him. This was Draco’s world, and he wanted her to be a part of it.

She stared at his hand, palm up, fingers spread, awaiting hers to fill the gaps.

But first she asked, “Who am I to you?”

He looked at her earnestly. “I’ll spend the rest of my life with you, Hermione. If you’ll have me.”

She sighed a slow, steadying breath. Then took his hand, fortified.

He placed a light kiss on her knuckles, mouth curving into a relieved smile, and they entered the ballroom just like that—Draco’s lips pressed to the back of her hand, announcing to everyone exactly who she was to him.

(633 words, prompt: friends with benefits/spring ball/I will never let them hurt you again, cross-posted from twitter -- also, i made the prompt builder so feel free to write your own spring-themed ficlet using it!)

[hd-erised]

H/D Erised Fic: Body and Soul

Author: justlikewriting Recipient: @a-sentimental-man Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, (past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, background Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood/Neville Longbottom) Rating: Mature Word Count: ~22,200 Tags: Healer Draco Malfoy, Healer Luna Lovegood, Auror Harry Potter, soulmark, soulmates, (potentially) terminal illness, Harry’s still married to Ginny (for a while), but there’s no infidelity, One instance of misuse of a prescribed potion, pain potions, drinking, chronic pain, non-consensual kiss, (not between H/D), past healer/patient dynamic, kissing, getting together, domestic fluff, happy ending, light angst, food as an expression of love, friends with benefits to lovers, riding a motorbike, divorce, but it’s amicable, brief mention of minor character death (Narcissa Malfoy), getting back together, oblivious Draco

Summary: When the headaches became worse and it got more and more difficult for Draco to work, he was left with no other choice but to recognise his stupid problem exactly for what it was. Even if that meant realising that the best, or perhaps even only, solution could solely come from one person: the one person he hadn’t seen for months, the one person he was still in love with.  The one person who should never know.  Because, clearly, Harry would never be able to give Draco what he needed anyway.

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.

Body and Soul

[theostrophywife]

silver lining.

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

song inspiration: bathroom by montell fish.

author's note: this is just filth. don't imagine draco looking at you like the cover picture when you're on your knees for him. don't do it.

The rosewood door clicked shut as Draco hastily ushered you inside. Your heels echoed against the marble tile, the train of your velvet dress kissing the floor as you faced your boyfriend with anticipation.

Beyond the lavish bathroom, the sounds of the soirée filtered through the packed halls of Malfoy Manor. Nearly everyone who was anyone in the upper echelons of society was present for tonight’s festivities, which meant that you were supposed to be on your best behavior.

A task that you so arduously failed the second you caught sight of Draco. 

In truth, you couldn’t be blamed. Your boyfriend had no business looking that delectable. When he greeted you at the door earlier that night, you nearly swooned. The suit that adorned his body was perfectly tailored, showing off his lithe and lean frame. It cinched at his midsection, sending your gaze further down and letting your imagination run wild with images of you wrapping your legs around his trim waist. The deep navy color accentuated his silver eyes and they flashed like streaks of lightning as his gaze descended on you. 

Mischief danced on his features as Draco indulged in the sight of you, his gaze snagging on your curves, perfectly hugged by velvet fabric that matched the color of his suit. The dress was delivered to your door early that morning along with the diamonds that dripped from your ears and fingers. The pièce de résistance, a gorgeous sapphire necklace, hung proudly around your neck. It was easily recognizable as a Malfoy family heirloom. One that Narcissa had worn out and about in countless society events. Draco’s message was clear. He intended to make you a Malfoy soon enough.

The note that accompanied the necklace said as much. Your boyfriend simply wrote: A jewel for my jewel. See you tonight, my future wife as though he hadn't splurged a year's worth of wages on the dress alone. To Draco, money wasn't an object. Not if it meant making you happy.

As the Malfoys welcomed your family into the manor, Draco swept you in by your waist. He caressed your cheek, the cold bite of his rings kissing your skin as his fingers slipped down to wrap around your neck possessively. 

“You look ravishing, darling.” Draco said as he pressed a chaste peck against your lips. The kiss was soft and gentle, likely for the benefit of your parents. You doubted that Draco’s usual affections for you would be deemed appropriate in their eyes. Your boyfriend seemed to know this too because he smirked, lowering his voice so only you could hear. “I can’t wait to rip this dress to shreds tonight.” 

That little comment ignited a fire within you. As the night progressed, you couldn’t stop staring at your boyfriend. Thinking of all the filthy things you’d rather be doing in his bedroom instead of paying attention to the millionth what a beautiful couple you make or how refreshing it is to see young love at work comments that various guests showered you with. You already knew that you and Draco were the perfect couple. He repeated this sentiment to you every day. Not just with words, but with his actions as well. 

Draco was possessive in every sense of the word. Like his namesake, there was a dragon underneath that handsome face, hoarding his most prized possession—you—with unmatched devotion. Your boyfriend showered you with affection and you loved every second of it. Selfish as it was, you weren’t well pleased at the prospect of sharing his attention even for a few hours. You were utterly spoiled, to be sure. But Draco had made you that way. 

By the time that dinner started, food was the last thing on your mind. You probably would’ve been more well-behaved if your friends were present to help take your mind off of things, but traitors that they were, they had left you all alone to simmer in your sinful thoughts. Pansy and Blaise were off on holiday in the Maldives while Theo, Enzo, and Mattheo disappeared soon after their required appearances. Knowing the boys, they were probably in the gardens getting higher than a hippogriff. 

You felt envious. The last thing you wanted to do was sit through a stuffy dinner, smiling cordially at the high profile guests around you and acting like the prim and proper aristocrat that your parents raised you to be. Draco was certainly faring better than you at the moment. The charm and confidence came naturally to him. He leaned back against his wingback chair, sipping red wine and conversing with the Minister of Magic like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

Through the crystal glass, you examined him with a smile. His platinum blonde hair was slicked back and not a single strand was out of place. Silver rings adorned his knuckles, which were loosely curled around his wine glass. You couldn’t help but think that his fingers would look better wrapped around your neck, but perhaps that was the alcohol talking. 

Draco licked his lips, which were now stained a pretty crimson color. You wondered if he'd taste like wine when you kissed him, which you couldn't wait to do. Kiss, lick, suck. All over. Every single inch. You flushed as Draco's gaze trailed over to you. A sly smirk curled against his lips as he leaned in. 

“Darling, is everything alright? You’ve barely touched your food and yet you look absolutely ravenous.” His cold breath tickled your cheek. “Hungry for something else, are we?” 

A devious expression flickered through his features as your cheeks heated. Your boyfriend knew exactly what he was doing. He was being a tease, plain and simple. 

“What if I am, Draco?” you replied, placing your hand on his thigh. Draco’s breath hitched as he looked down at your perfectly manicured hand. 

His voice was low and husky, tinged with need. “You can devour me all you’d like after this dinner, princess.” 

“You know I’ve never been patient.” You pouted, causing Draco to chuckle lightly. “And I’ve been waiting all night.” 

Draco chuckled darkly, patting your hand. “Behave, darling. I promise to reward you after.” 

You weren’t satisfied with that answer. Draco was determined to leave it at that, but you had other ideas. Dating him meant that no wasn’t really in your vernacular. Draco doted on you, spoiled you beyond belief, and most importantly, he never made you wait. You were used to getting what you wanted, when you wanted. Tonight would be no different. 

As Draco returned to his conversation with the minister, you busied yourself with the guests around you. The Greengrass sisters were gushing about the dresses you had all picked out for the Yule Ball, while their parents commented on your recent charity work. You took it all in stride, accepting each compliment gracefully while inching your hand higher up Draco’s leg. 

Lucius had joined the conversation, bragging about Draco’s most recent accomplishments. Narcissa smiled fondly at her beloved son. 

“We’re quite proud of our Draco,” she said with a smile. The older woman looked positively regal and intimidating as always, but there was a warmth to her as she turned in your direction. “Especially since he’s brought the wonderful Y/N into our lives. If he plays his cards right, then we may be adding another Malfoy to our midst soon. Though I already think of her as a daughter.” 

You beamed. “Thank you, Cissy.” 

Draco cleared his throat as you inched your hand higher, toying with the seam of his pants. The minister was none the wiser as he turned his attention towards the both of you. 

“You two make a very handsome couple indeed.” 

You flashed the minister a charming smile as you palmed Draco through his trousers. He was hard as a rock and positively delicious against your palm. You rubbed over him slowly, making him jolt from the contact. “Do you hear that, Draco? Why, I think we have the minister’s approval.” 

Your boyfriend nearly spilled his glass of wine when you squeezed him between your fingers. 

The minister furrowed his brows in concern. “Are you quite alright, Mr. Malfoy?” 

“Splendid,” Draco replied through gritted teeth. “Though I just recalled, Y/N and I must check up on dessert. She needs to practice if she’s to be lady of the manor soon.” 

Draco subtly removed your hand from his lap. Ever the perfect gentleman, he stood up and gallantly offered you his arm. “Shall we, darling?” 

Hiding your smirk was nearly impossible. Though he appeared calm and collected, you knew Draco well enough to clock the tick in his jaw. Your boyfriend was pissed. This was further confirmed by the silence that followed as he escorted you through the halls of Malfoy Manor. Not a single word or glance was spared in your direction. 

Instead, Draco opened the door to the bathroom and watched as you ducked inside. Before you could even speak, Draco pushed you against the door. One hand wrapped around your throat while the other gripped your waist. 

His silver eyes flashed with anger. “You want to tell me what that was back there, princess?”

The anger radiating off of him in waves awakened a sick sort of thrill within you. You lifted your chin defiantly, nearly putting a crick in your neck as you glanced up at Draco. Every in your tallest heels, he still towered a good foot over you. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Draco. It’s not my fault that you’re all hot and bothered over a simple touch.” 

“A simple touch?” He asked, quirking a pale brow at you. From his tone, you could tell that his patience was wearing thin. “Darling, you were practically clawing at my trousers. In front of our parents. In front of the bloody minister. Are you so desperate for me that you couldn’t wait until the end of the night?” 

“What if I was? What are you going to do about it, Draco?” 

He flashed you in irritated glare. “You’re playing a very dangerous game, my love. You know better than to test my patience.” 

“Oh, but it’s so much fun.” 

“Is it? Well, it isn’t fun for me.” Draco grabbed your hand and ran it over his length. “Do you feel that? You’ve caused this problem, darling. By acting like a needy little slut all night and riling me up. Now you’re going to fix it.” 

“And if I say no?” 

Draco squeezed your throat so hard that your air supply was momentarily cut off. “Then I’ll just have to put you in your place.”

You smiled. This was exactly what you wanted. Draco clocked your satisfied little smirk. “Don’t think I don’t see that smile. You think you’ve won, don’t you? Well, you won’t be smiling once I fuck you throat until you’re crying and begging me to stop. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to talk for days, let alone grin.” 

“It would be a genuine pleasure, Dray.” 

“Such a smart mouth on you, hm?” Draco released you from his hold and stared down at you with a menacing grin. “Get on your fucking knees, princess. It's about time you remembered your place."

The words sent a shiver down your spine. You were so turned on that you could barely breathe. As you knelt on the cold tile, Draco unbuckled his belt. You looked up through your lashes with a lust filled gaze as he freed his cock from the constraints of his meticulously pressed trousers. Draco pumped himself and the sight made you groan with need. You tried to reach for him, but he swatted your hand away. 

When you whined, Draco responded by taking fistfuls of your hair and yanking your head back. “Open your mouth like the pretty little whore that I know you are.”

Without warning, Draco shoved his fingers into your mouth. You whined, wanting much more than just his digits. He tilted your head back, those silver eyes flashing with irritation at your bratty behavior.

"You think I'd give you my cock without making you work for it first?" He asked with a sneer. "Show me that you can handle my fingers and maybe I'll let you suck me off. I'd like to see if you can still mouth off to me with your lips wrapped around my cock, you fucking brat."

You moaned in response, peering up at him through your lashes as you sucked on his fingers. Draco watched hungrily as you flicked your tongue over his silver rings and wrapped your lips around the Malfoy family crest. He hissed as you coated his digits with saliva, letting him gag you with his long fingers while you gazed lovingly up at him.

"Look at you. You're fucking filthy, darling. Putting on a show for me, hm?" Draco laughed when you nodded eagerly. "I bet you're soaked, princess. So turned on and all I've done is gag you with my fingers. You're such a whore, aren't you?"

You looked up at him and smiled, kissing the tips of his fingers. "Only for you, Draco."

This seemed to please you boyfriend because he leaned down and rewarded you with a sloppy kiss. With a hand around your throat, Draco slipped his tongue into your mouth and groaned when you sucked on it.

"Come on then, darling. Let me fuck that pretty throat."

You swallowed thickly, your lips barely parting before Draco shoved his way in. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat with a sharp thrust. He groaned and picked up the pace. There was no precursor. No gentleness. This was just Draco selfishly abusing your throat for his own pleasure and you loved every second of it.

Draco held nothing back. While he was quite domineering in bed, you’ve never seen him unleashed like this. Your boyfriend was feral, roughly fucking into your throat like it was his god given right. Tears and snot quickly covered your face as he rutted into your mouth over and over again. You were slobbering all over him, leaving lipstick marks all over his cock. 

With a particular sharp thrust, Draco flashed you a vicious smile. The hand that wasn't gripping the back of your head tugged the straps of your dress off of your shoulders. He pulled the fabric down, exposing your breasts to the cool air. You hissed as he roughly squeezed your tits, alternating between them with equal attention. He flicked his thumb over your stiffened peaks and hit the back of your throat with brutal force. You cried out, your words nothing but an incoherent stream of pleading and pleasure.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, princess? You talked up such a big game, but now you’re crying like a desperate little slut. Oh, you can’t take any more? Am I bruising your pretty little throat? Well, too bad. You asked for it by acting like such a fucking brat. Now you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

You moaned at his words, making him throw his head back at the vibrations. His perfectly coiffed hair was now a mess. Platinum locks framed his handsome face, looking like some unholy angel. He panted and moaned, signaling his release. Draco pulled out and positioned the tip of his cock onto your tongue. 

“Swallow, darling. Every single fucking drop.” 

You were shaken. Your knees ached. Your throat was definitely sore. But it was all worth it to watch your boyfriend come apart above you. Draco’s lips parted, releasing an animalistic groan as he spilled onto your tongue. His eyelids fluttered as he came, those pretty silver eyes rolling back until they disappeared. 

Draco looked down, watching intently as you flashed him the load he’d emptied into your mouth before you swallowed obediently. He smiled proudly. 

“That’s my good girl.” 

He picked you up off of the floor and kissed you, groaning when he tasted himself on your lips. Compared to his earlier actions, the kiss was rather affectionate and endearing. After you had a chance to catch your breath, Draco cleaned you up. With a quick incantation, he vanished the evidence, wiping away the snot, tears, and mascara until you appeared pristine again. 

Draco smiled, wrapping a possessive hand around your throat as he kissed your forehead. You whimpered at the slight pressure. 

“Poor baby, but you had it coming. Told you I’d ruin your throat.” Your boyfriend murmured, trailing kisses down your neck. “Have you learned your lesson, darling?” 

Your voice sounded rough and scratchy when you spoke. “Mhm, I learned that I should make you mad more often. That was so fucking hot, Draco.” 

Draco chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re hopeless, princess. But I love you anyway. Now come on, let’s get back to dinner before anyone suspects the ungodly things I’ve just done to you. If you’re good, maybe I’ll make you see heaven later.” 

You leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll hold you to that, Draco.”

[fikefries]

warm; draco malfoy pt2

part one

its been around one week since that night in the common room. that night gave you a lot to think about. throughout the past week, your brain kept replaying the memories of that night. draco's lips on your forehead, and on your lips. his gentle touch. him looking so innocent cuddled up into you. the way he called you "love" and it seemed so natural.

this was way more intimate than what the both of you were used to. your relationship had been limited "friends with benefits" due to draco's strict family background- no labels. if his father found out- merlin, all hell would break loose.

something changed that night. a shift in both of you. it was more raw. tender. the way draco looked into your eyes so longingly . you know he felt it too. to be honest- it hurts, being restricted from dating the boy you wanted most. the boy you just wanted to hold and be next to every second of the day. the boy you loved.

loved?

love is a strong word. but it was the right word. you know draco felt it too. the way he looked at you from across the hallway as you laughed with pansy about something you saw on the squibbler. the way he calls you a pretty girl. the way he touches you so gently but holds you so tight like he doesnt want to loose you. the way he kisses you. the way his lips move against yours. plus he said he liked when you called him "baby". these are not things "friends with benefits" would do. you both just knew. its as if you were meant to be.

you layed on your bed in your shared dorm, staring at the ceiling deep in thought, listening to pansy's muffled snoring. you just couldnt fall asleep- couldnt get draco out of your head. you knew for a fact that draco was alone in his dorm- blaise had to end term early because of a family emergency. quietly, you slid out of your bed and left your dorm. you stand outside of draco's door, contemplating wether you should wake him or not.

your body moves faster than your mind and before you know it, two of your fingers are at draco's door knocking at it. immediately, you scrunch your nose in regret. "why did i wake him hes going to think im an idiot." you mumble under your breath.

just as you turn to leave, his door slides open, revealing a sleepy, messy haired draco, wearing just sweatpants.

oh my god

you couldnt help but chuckle at his sleepy state as he rubbed his eyes.

"y/n? what are you doing here, are you okay?" he murmered sleepily, squinting to get a better view of you in the dark hallway.

"im alright draco, i just..." you trailed off your words

"you just what love?" he replied

there it was, that nickname again

"love"

you couldnt hide it anymore

"i couldnt stop thinking about you draco i-" you stuttered

"i just needed to see you right now"

"missing me hm love?" he replied teasingly with a smirk

you tried your hardest not to stare at his bare, toned abs

merlin

he soflty tugged your hand as he pulled you inside his dorm, leading you to lay in bed with him.

you layed in silence with your head on dracos bare chest, and your legs entangled with each other, as he softly caressed your hair.

he smelt like green apples and vanilla, it was intoxicating.

you tilted your head upwards to face draco, only to see him already looking down at you with a lazy smile on his face.

flustered, you buried your head in the crook of his neck, while he wrapped his arms firmly around your waist.

"y/n" he murmered softly

you hummed in reply

"y/n look at me"

you shifted to face him, lips inches away from each other.

"ive been meaning to say this for a while but- i know this has been hard on us both, sneaking around and not being together."

you look up at him, wondering where he was going with this

"i just wanted to say that- um that even though my father may not approve i- i care for you more than you know i-" he took a breath and looked you in the eyes, his hand on the back of your head, while yours wrapped around his neck.

"i love you"

you were lost for words.

the draco malfoy. just told you that he loves you.

'i- i understand if you dont feel the same way y/n but please say someth-" he said anxiously

you cut him off by leaning forward and catching his lips in yours, tangling your hands in his silky blonde hair and pulling him closer. your lips moves in a rhythm as his hands moved from your head down to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

you broke the kiss and moved your hand to cup his face, tracing his jawline.

"draco, of course i love you, im all yours baby"

[the-sinking-ship]

Never Mind the Bollocks by The_Sinking_Ship

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: E

Wordcount: 118K

Collection: H/D Erised 2023, @hd-erised

Tags: found family, friends with benefits, slow burn, they were roommates, reluctant celebrity Harry Potter, not-so-reluctant celebrity Draco Malfoy, clubbing, drinking, smoking, drugs, parties, running from the cops, Harry rides a skateboard, jealousy, action, banter

Characters: Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Viktor Krum, Oliver Wood, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, George Weasley, Seamus Finnegan, Astoria Greengrass, Dean Thomas, OCs (seriously, the gang's all here)

Summary:

If someone told Harry six months ago that by autumn he would be single, living on whisky and toast, and dancing the night away with Draco Malfoy, he would have told them to get their head checked.

And yet, here he was.

Notes: This fic was written for @shiftylinguini as a part of the Erised 2023 gift exchange! Big thanks to my betas @mintawasalreadytaken and @drarrymyheart for corralling this monster and the Erised mods for their patience and hard work.

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