draco malfoy imagines

attention LoL

A/N: I do not play League of Legends (LoL) at all, so please forgive me if I get some stuff wrong. The guy I like plays it, and I thought it might be a cute idea.

    "Destroy the base, Blaise!" your boyfriend yelled into his headset, while moving the mouse back and fourth. You sighed. He'd been playing for two hours. You knew that in a relationship, men and women needed time to spend with friends, and gaming was a healthy thing to do, so that you're not emotionally dependent on each other.

    But he'd been playing for hours without stopping, while asking you to hang at his house this weekend. Your period started earlier this morning, and you craved cuddles and a bit of attention. Thankfully, your cramps hadn't hit you yet. Nevermind.

    Your stomach tightened as you crunched together on his bed. A cramp had finally met you half-way and agony filled your senses. You held in your breath and breathed slowly. Draco continued to type furiously on his keyboard, and you didn't want to distract him.

He was in a competition to win some money, and calling out for him would be a bad idea since Theo and Blaise made him promise to stay in the game so they would have a chance to win some money.

To distract yourself from your pains, you reached out towards his nightstand and pulled out your phone. You opened Wattpad to try to update your story: Drake Malloy and the Cup of Water. You looked out towards the window from Draco's bed and saw two birds going at it.
A smut chapter was long overdue. Using your experience, you wrote a smut chapter about Malloy and his enemy Ranger. While you wrote, you were caught out of your daze.

"Cmon, Cmon! Aim and Shoot!" your boyfriend loudly whispered. A second later, he jumped up, screaming. You could hear the loud cheers from Blaise and Theo from his headset. Then he sat down again. Suddenly a cramp, a very strong cramp punched you in the stomach, and your back began to hurt. You put your phone down and tried your best to get out of bed to get pills from his cupboard. As you passed towards the door, he called out for you.

"Y/N, darling. Where are you going?" you heard him stand up from his chair. Darn it.

"I'm just going to get water."

"Is there something wrong? You're holding your stomach and you're walking pretty slowly."

"I'm alright, go back to playing League with your friends." you heard him walk towards you.

His hands snaked around your waist from behind as he pulled you closer to him. He kissed your head and turned you around to face him.

"Oh, my poor witch. Are you cramping?" He cooed. You nodded, hugging him. He picked you up bridal style and carried you back to bed.

"What are you--"

"Just rest, I'll be back with some food and pills."

"But what about--"

"We just won our round sweetheart. We all own 1,000 pounds each. I'll be right back. Stay here." He tucked you into his bed and kissed your forehead. After a couple minutes he came back with a box of dark chocolate, Ibuprofen, and a jug of water.

He put it down on his nightstand and got laid down next to you. You ate a couple chocolate truffles, and took ibuprofen. He spooned you, pulled you in closer, as he rubbed your stomach.

"Why didn't you tell me you were on your period?" he whispered.

"I didn't want to distract you from winning the money."

"No game, or amount of money would ever be an excuse not to take care of my witch." he cooed, kissing the back of your head. Your eyelids began to feel heavy.

"Really?" you whispered.

"Of course, now sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."