Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

What Draco Wants

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: joaniemalfoy

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Draco was intoxicated by the amount of pleasure he was receiving. The only thing that held off his orgasm was the fact he was shagging Harry fucking Potter.

He didn't care, though, and that's probably the worst part. He loved it. He'd never had sex this good in his life.

Harry had grown a few inches taller over the summer, and apparently worked out. Draco had never felt more sexually attracted to somebody in his life. Actually, this entire hookup was all an accident. A very, very thrilling accident.

Draco and Harry had been fighting, as per usual, when Harry just... snapped.

And now here they were. Draco was bent over a desk, Harry was thrusting his cock deep into Draco's arse from behind. And Draco was close. He was fucking close.

Harry slowed down, pressing Draco's back down so it was arching up and shifting the angle at which Harry's prick thrust into Draco.

Draco suddenly let out a high-pitched moan, "Nnngh-- Right there! Right fucking there!" Harry let out a low chuckle, "Fuck, Malfoy, if I knew you were such a whore in sixth year we would have been doing this every day..." Harry thrust faster and harder, hitting Draco's prostate spot on. Draco could do nothing but babble nonsense and moan.

Harry hiked Draco's leg up, allowing his hips to whip into Draco. And then Draco was unfolding and cumming everywhere. "Fuck," Harry grunted, milking Draco's prostate. Draco whined as he came, arching violently. Draco's asshole tightened as he orgasmed, driving Harry over the edge. As Harry came inside Draco, he mumbled words like 'slut' 'bitch' and other fowl words that Draco was thinking.

Draco slumped down as Harry pulled out of him. Shivers went all over Draco's body, as Harry finally backed up. Draco took a few moments to himself, to register all that just bloody happened. Then, a cold rushed over him and he was struck with the realization.

He hastily fixed up his trousers, murmuring a cleaning spell. He then rushed away, a vibrant blush on his cheeks.

His arse was sore, but Harry wouldn't dare follow him. Draco rounded a corner, pulling his robe on tightly. He was blushing and sweating and smelled like sex.

Draco felt like an idiot. He hadn't cared at the time that it was Potter bending him over, because then it was just a cock. But now that Draco wasn't in the daze of pleasure...

Draco ran his fingers through his hair, swallowing a guilty lump in his throat.

He couldn't shame the Malfoy name.

"You're being ridiculous," Pansy said, slumping down on Draco's bed.

Draco shook his head, "I don't know what you mean."

"You haven't left the common room for days! Other than lessons, you've been here sulking!" Pansy exclaimed.

Draco didn't answer, out of shame.

"Draco, seriously," Pansy said quietly, "What's going on?"

"I did something bad," Draco admitted.

"What? How?" Pansy asked, "With the Dark Lord dead and all, I doubt--"

"No, Pansy, you don't understand," Draco said, "I let somebody do something to me and now I don't know how to feel about it or think."

Pansy raised an eyebrow, "Well, Draco, I need context."