Harry Potter Imagines

Smut- D.M.

"what do you say?" draco raised an eyebrow at you, scanning you up and down as you marveled at the long, glass cock in your hands.

you nodded eagerly, flushing while he reprimanded your lack of manners. "thank you," you mumbled.

"thank you....?"

"thank you, daddy."

you went back to running your fingers over the item; the tip and the curve and the beaded end. it was clear, heavy, almost beautiful. anticipation lit up in your stomach, manifested itself as a tell-tale slickness growing between your thighs.

it was something draco did often—going out to hogsmeade, slipping away from his friends for a handful of minutes, surprising you back at his dorm with a new toy.

making you use it in front of him.

he tilted your chin up for a moment, pressed a kiss to your lips, then pulled back to smile at you. "i want you to fuck yourself with it. right now. understand?"

you swallowed, dipping your head submissively in a silent yes. "thank you, daddy," you repeated.

draco inclined his head, gesturing you to get on the bed as he moved to the wall opposite, leaning against it calmly. a smirk flitted across his lips as you got comfortable on the mattress.

the dildo was thicker than you were used to, angled to hit your g-spot with perfect accuracy. you bit your lip as you studied it, judging if you were ready for the stretch just yet.

you leaned against the headboard, spreading your legs as draco instructed every time, providing a clear view of your cunt. the glass was cold as you dragged it through your slit, gathering arousal and evoking a breathy moan at the sensation.

you were already clenching, dripping as it felt like ice on your clit. the beads provided a good grip, letting you throw your head back, basking in the excitement already bubbling deep inside you.

"i asked you to fuck yourself, not tease." draco's voice was crisp, but you didn't imagine the tent in his trousers when you chanced a glance.

"yes, sir," you apologized, pulling the head down to circle your entrance for a moment. then, you were sliding it in, gasping at the smarting sensation at first—the immediate curve next.

inch by inch, you filled your cunt. you were swearing as it prodded your g-spot, delivering delicious tingles as it rubbed against the ribbing.

"fuck." you had pulled out a bit, then thrust back in slowly, languid in assessment. draco hummed contently, clearly enjoying the show.

"faster, love," he ordered in response to your paced movements.

you managed a nod, then following the command. you did as he said, fucked yourself with the dildo, stars decorating your eyelids as it assaulted every sweet spot inside of you.

truthfully, it didn't take long. you became rougher, bucking up because—after every single vibrator, clamp, stimulant—nothing hit you quite like this. your legs were spasming in a comedically short amount of time.

the next thing you knew, your arm had taken control. you fucked yourself, then pulled out to run through your sopping folds. alternating actions that had you shaking, moaning—screaming—as some of the fluid started to come out, noises erotic as your g-spot swelled, sensitive beyond comprehension.

"there you go," draco encouraged, palming himself subconsciously through his trousers. "so quick."

you nodded, tears tracing twin paths from the corners of your eyes, catching in your hair as you lost active consciousness. you slipped into a daze, too distracted to respond as the coil burned in your lower stomach.

it was that damned curve, the large, heavy head hitting perfect spots every time. you were reduced to gasping as more liquid began to squirt—practically embarrassing how effective the toy was.

your vision flipped off like a switch as the coil snapped, fire rushing through you, dildo still pumping in and out as you rode out your high. the orgasm took away every sense except touch—until you were numb with feeling, trembling and twitching as you finally removed it completely.

for a few panting breaths, you kept your eyes closed, faced up at the ceiling. the toy was still gripped tightly in your hand, wet and plenty lubricated. and it wasn't until you sat up slightly, cracking your lids to meet his gaze, that draco spoke.

"again."

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