draco malfoy imagines

play date (smut request)

requested by @kaciannaschnapp

Summary: Draco and Y/N are friends with benefits who both unknowingly hold deeper feelings for each other. One night, they have an argument induced by alcohol and teenage angst, and the passionate sex that follows is only inevitable.

Warnings: smut, dom!draco, some angst, arguing, language, alcohol, rough sex, handjobs, degradation, bondage

House: (you choose)
Year: 6

A/N: i'm alive yall😍 just been HELLA busy with school and sports and then I needed a lil break but now that shit's over so ima have more free time. also there's two smut scenes in this (one right at the beginning and one near the end) just so y'all aren't confused

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Your moans were muffled against Draco's shoulder as his hips moved in and out of you at a fast pace. He had your body pinned against the wall of a broom closet, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist to keep you from falling.

You and Draco were friends-with-benefits. Though, you weren't even sure you would call him your friend. You hardly ever spoke to each other. But what the two of you had—which had been going on a for a few months now—was easy. If either one of you needed to release some tension or frustration or any consuming feeling that built inside of you for whatever reason, you would find each other and fuck the emotions out.

You were each other's play date.

It was easy. No commitment. No strings attached. Just blissful simplicity.

This time, it was Draco who had gone looking for you, leading to where you were right now.

You whimpered into his broad shoulder as you felt the starting sparks of your release begin to form in your stomach. And, after a few months of sticking to this deal of yours, Draco learned how to tell when you were close. He also knew exactly how to get you there.

So his hand ran down your body until his fingers reached your clit, and he rubbed the way he knew you liked it.

The pace of his thrusts sped up, and he pulled his head back a bit. You knew he was looking at you; you felt his burning gaze, but you refused to open your eyes. If you opened them, you feared you wouldn't be able to control the urge to kiss him.

And you knew you couldn't kiss him. That would be too intimate. Too complicated.

Intimacy between you and Draco was like a starry sky; you wanted to reach it but you knew it wouldn't ever be in your grasp.

Not that you were complaining with what you already had. Draco was awfully skilled.

His body twitched a bit, his hips stuttering before he came with a quiet groan. He thrusted sloppily as he prolonged his high as much as he could. He then rested his forehead on your shoulder and winced at the painful overstimulation as he kept thrusting, trying to get you to finish despite the fact that he already did.

And it didn't take long.

Your fingernails scratched at his biceps—no doubt leaving marks—as you came. Prideful, Draco watched as you tossed your head back against the wall in bliss.

After you both took a second to relax yourselves, Draco pulled out of you. He ran a hand through his messy hair and pulled up his trousers, still panting a bit.