TOM FELTON AND HIS CHARACTERS IMAGINES!!

surprises || d.m. x reader (smut)

warnings: smut, pillow riding, slight degradation, exhibitionism/voyeurism

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you did your best to contain the noise, but it was simply too much. you were drowning in the large hoodie, completely encapsulating your figure. your hips rocked dangerously against the pillow, desperately trying to quench a painful sort of thirst.

truly, it wasn't your fault that his cologne and natural scent were so intoxicating. you had planned for a relaxing night in, wrapped up in your boyfriend's hoodie while you read a book. but when paragraphs started to repeat and sentences tumbled and merged, it was a lost cause.

and on his side, draco had just been looking to surprise you. to knock lightly on your door, have you furrow your brow, hopefully donning the same hoodie you had stolen from him weeks ago. he wanted you to slowly open the door, delight making your pupils expand as he showed you the best night of your life.

faults, hope, surprises. they all fell away when he walked into a much different scene.

you. on a pillow. you rutting on a pillow. you riding the pillow with your eyes closed, burying yourself in the long sleeves as you clasped a hand over your mouth to muffle those pathetic moans. like a whore.

and the shock finally did show up. it showed up when he knocked; when you mumbled something incoherent, too flushed and sweaty and desperate; when he walked in, convinced you were sick, only to find you looking like that.

how's a man supposed to control himself when he catches his girlfriend getting off on her pillow? nonetheless in his own clothes?

"i—i didn't know you'd be back this early," you stuttered out, pausing to watch with wide eyes. you probably didn't even notice the tent slowly growing in his trousers.

because every inch of you looked divine. the mussed hair, the running mascara, the shaky thighs and adrenaline-filled breathes and those winces whenever his hoodie shifted across your sensitive nipples. beyond divine, really.

"did i tell you to stop?" he snapped, taking one more appreciative glance that he hid behind a lip curl. he leaned against the wall opposite from you, raising an eyebrow when you didn't move. "well," he said with a wave, "go on, then. get yourself off like a whore. i want to see it."

you chewed on your lip, sinking even further into the warm fabric, despite the fire rushing through your veins.

"i won't ask again."

you listened. but instead of hiding yourself in the hoodie, muffling and acting like a teenager scared of being caught by her parents, you kept direct eye contact. direct eye contact as you dragged your clit deliciously across the rough fabric of the pillow. as you moved back and forth and back and forth and those moans, whimpers, cries fell out with abandon.

your orgasm built quickly, and you only wrapped yourself up further, almost protective with the degrading looks he gave you. you forgot the humiliation—how you were being forced to get yourself off in front of your boyfriend. it all faded away as the pressure built below your naval.

as the coil tightened more and more, as you rutted faster and faster, pleading for it to snap before you did. and finally, it happened.

perhaps that was the one time you should've covered your mouth. because this sob, this scream, could most definitely be heard by your entire house. especially when silver still pierced you, smirking as you kept going. laughing as you rode out the high he gave you. because he owned you, and anything you received was at his mercy.

you were trembling as you slid off the pillow, the hoodie staying on as draco stalked forward, pushing a bit of hair out of your face. he laid you down, not mindful in the slightest as he brushed against your overstimulated cunt, pinning you to the bed.

"now, how about your punishment?"

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