Draco Malfoy x Reader fics

Pure

this Is written by: frecklesandfirecrackers on Tumblr 

house neutral, female pronouns

warnings: alludes to sex, light smut ig, overall very fluffy

word count: 1.4k+

note: this fic was based on the song ', I would greatly recommend listening to it as you read <3

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I never thought that I could fall, would fall - but then she came into my life, my immediate affection for her hitting me like a punch in the gut. I dont think I could point to times in which I love her the most, - whenever she is around she shines like a beacon of light at the end of a dark tunnel, and eveyrything feels as though its falling perfectly into place. The feeling, the love, it overwhelms me at the best of times, and at the worst - well, it renders me completely and incessantly incapable of doing absolutely anything. Through the haze of sweet smells and warm touches that she is, some moments, however, are crystal clear;

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"Itd look much better off" I quip, only half joking.

She tilts her head back in a laugh, before looking back at me, and her failure to suppress her smile has an uncontrollable grin spreading across my face. I look her up and down once more, completely in awe of the goddess of a woman standing in front of me.

Clad in a simple white bodysuit, she looks borderline angelic. So innocent, and I cant help but admire the way the plain white material sits against her curves, following the intricate lines of her body.

I cannot believe she is mine. That I get to touch her, hold her. Make her feel good.

I snap out of my lustful haze as she uses both her hands to gently shove me backwards by my chest. I stumble slightly, before landing in a seated position on the soft duvet of our shared bed. I groan slightly at the impact, not expecting it, but keep my eyes trained on her.

She's smirking down at me, and as I reach out to grab a hold of her hips, she takes a step back, making my hands grasp onto empty air. I make move to get up, yearning to touch her, to be close, but she fixes me with a stern look that tells me to stay where I am.

"Itd look better off, huh?" She quips back, biting back a gentle smile

I nod, enthused, and am vaguely aware of my hands curing into the bedsheets beside me in an effort to contain myself.

2Eyes on me then, darling."

Her tone borders on sultry, and I let out a low whine as my hands clench the bedsheets harder.

She turns away, showing off the profile of her back, ass and legs, arms reaching back to fiddle with the zipper of the bodysuit. My hand moves from its position beside me, inching towards the straining bulge in my jeans, and as if she could sense the subtle movements she immidiateley tells me off. "No touching yourself," she says, the zipper pulled all the way down now, and she turns around as she shimmies the dainty straps down her shoulders "just watch."

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The speakers of the little muggle cassette player perched on the edge of the burrows living room coffee table is sputtering unintelligible words, neither of us focusing on the low voices.

We had been listening to it, her head on my chest and hands in her hair, as we intently consumed the details of the story being told. Occasionally she would lift her head to make a brief comment, and we'd both laugh, before settling back into the comfortable position.

As usual though, we got carried away- and it wasn't long until she was straddling my waist under the soft blanket thrown over us two. The rest of the family has long gone to bed, the clock showing way past midnight, faces only illuminated by the soft yellow light of the lamp perched in the corner of the room.

Clothes are pulled up, pulled down, removed haphazardly, till there is no fabric drawing invisible lines between our skin.

Touching, touching, touching.

Closer, closer, closer, till every part of her is pressed so tightly against me that I dont know where I end and she begins.

We breathe heavy into each others mouths, noises muffled by mingling tongues and soft touches of lips.

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My eyes flutter open gently and my limbs are heavy, tired from this morning's quidditch practice. I don know when I had fallen asleep, but all I know is that y/n is no longer beside me. As my conscience returns further, I notice the distinct sound of the shower, a gentle humming seeping through the crack in the door along with the sound of running water. I lay there, revelling in the sweet sound, until the shower turns off. I listen for a while more as she rummages around the bathroom, and only move once I hear the door open. The sight has me awake immediately, and extremely conscious of the pressure situated between my legs.

She steps into the room, a towel wrapped around her head and a second one gently wrapped around her body. A few stray water droplets adorn her exposed skin.

She laughs slightly as she sees me, and then lets out a further giggle as she sees the prominent outline of my erection pressing against the material of my sweatpants.

"Cant keep it together for 5 minutes, can you?"

I only stare back at her, the smile not slipping from my face at her teasing remarks. I am too entranced by the sight of her to really register what she is saying anyways.

She reaches up and lets her hair out of the towel, lone strands falling across her face, framing it beautifully. It is soaking wet, but she pays in no mind and neither do I.

"What ever will we do with you?" She teases, kneeling in front of my now seated form, between my legs. I go to respond, but can only produce a slight whimper es she runs her fingers up my thighs. I watch as she latches onto the waistband of my sweatpants, gently pulling them down and discarding them to the side before she leans down and attaches her supple lips to me. The feeling is heavenly, and I tangle my hands in her wet hair as a throw my head back in a moan.

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We stand at the railing of the astronomy tower. Her presence is warm beside me, and it protects me from the gentle summer chill. It's late and the sky is clear, stars littered across the deep blue planes above. She points to constellations, eyes wide and enthused, but I struggle to pull my eyes off her. She glows a gentle blue in the moonlight, and the stars are equally present in her eyes as they are in the sky.

As she continues talking, I let my eyes wander the astronomy tower, and recall our last visit to the place. The way she got undressed for me, the sweet sounds she emitted echoing throughout the hollow space. The thrill of it all, the overhanging possibility of being caught.

Once I remember it, I cannot forget. I imagine the walls stained red in all the places I had her pinned against it. The sound of her coming undone reverberates around my head, and I can tell my pupils are expanded, blown with lust.

"Remember the last time we were here?"

"Yeah..." she breathes out, almost a sigh, and I can tell as she turns around to survey the room that she is in a similar state as I am.

"Would you like a redo?" My voice is hushed, silent; wether to avoid shattering the delicate atmosphere that has settled upon us, or wether to avoid getting caught I don't know.

"I wouldn't mind," She whispers back.

As soon as the words register, I have her pinned by the wrists to the nearest wall, soft whines already falling from her pillowy lips.

I kiss up her neck, taking my time in sucking a dark bruise upon her pulse point. I sponge kisses up her jawline, and gently rake my teeth against the shell of her ear. "In that case.." I let out a deep breath, slow, and watch as goosebumps trail up her arm "you're going to have to be a lot more quiet this time, doll."

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Ive never seen anyone more beautiful.

Every morning when I wake and see her laid beside me, every time she catches up with me in the hall and entwines her fingers with mine, every time she looks over at me and is positively beaming. She's glowing, angelic, pure.