One shots-Draco Malfoy

Control

"Don't you dare walk out of that door looking like that," I hear my boyfriend say which causes me to turn around to face him.

"Looking like what?" I ask him, not sure what's wrong with the way I look. I thought that I look pretty.

"Your tits are pouring out of that dress," he says, arms crossed. I look down at my chest. And yeah, I'm showing some cleavage but my tits aren't pouring out like he said.

"Change," he says when I still don't answer. My brows furrow and I lift my gaze back to him.

"Why?" I still don't understand what's the big deal.

"Because I said so," his eyes bore into mine, showing just how serious he is.

"No, I don't want to," I cross my arms as well.

"I wasn't asking," he says, tone cold. I stare at him. He can be such a prick sometimes.

"Good thing it's not up to you," I turn away but before I can take a step towards the door his hands are on me, pulling me to him.

"There's no way in hell I'll let other guys see you like this, Beautiful," he tilts my head up.

"This dress..." his hands travel on my sides.

"Looks so good on you. Drives me fucking crazy," he lowers his head into the crook of my neck.

"And just thinking about other guys looking at you in it. That, my love, drives me fucking murderous," he says, voice deep and sort of raspy.

"But I like it. And I look pretty in it," I argue.

"That's the fucking problem, Beautiful. You look too good," he kisses my neck.

"What does it matter if guys look at me? You're the only one who gets to touch me," my hands travel to his forearms.

"They don't deserve to see you in this. You're all mine. Just like I'm yours," he pulls me even closer.

"So that's why you're going to change, hmm?" he says, kissing my neck again.

"No, I want to wear it and that shouldn't be a problem," I pull back slightly to look at him to the eye.

"You're not fucking leaving this room then," he says, face still serious. I glare at him.

"Yes, I am," I argue back and I see his jaw twitch. We keep glaring at each other.

"Well, you can after you change," he says.

"I'm not changing, Draco," I cross my arms.

"You are not leaving in that," he pushes his hands into his pockets.

"I am. End of discussion," I tilt my head and wait to see his reaction.

"No. Your tits are practically out. It's like you're craving some attention from other guys. You want them to look at you and start lusting after you? Maybe think about you when they're jerking off at night? Is that it?" he says and I want to slap at him. He's such a fucking ass. Plus he knows that I don't care about other guys or girls like that.

"You're going to enjoy the way they eye-fuck you right in front of my eyes? Enjoy knowing that when they look at your tits that all they can think about is coming on them and hoping that they'll get to fuck you like the little slut you are?" he says and now I slap him. His head turns a little bit to the side. I didn't slap him too hard but there's still a small handprint on his cheek. He turns his head back to me and I swallow, feeling a bit nervous about his reaction.

"Such a brat today, Beautiful," he says, taking a step towards me. I don't argue even though I haven't been a brat. I don't argue because I recognise the look in his eyes. Lust. Want. Need. As much as I am pissed at him, I still want him the same. And I don't doubt that the same things shine in my eyes. He tilts my head up as he pulls my hair.

"Get on you're fucking knees," he says, his tone commanding.

"Why would I do that?" I ask, my voice more quieter than I hoped.

"Because I fucking told you to," he says as he pulls my hair again, harder this time.

"What if I don't want to?" my voice is more breathless than before and I hate myself for it. But I can't help want him.

"You're free to use your safe word," he says, confirming me on what's on his mind. Though I already knew from the look on his face since he turned back to look at me after I slapped him.

"Why would I need my safe word?" I don't know why I'm playing dumb but I am. Maybe to get a rise out of him, though I've pretty much managed that already. He doesn't answer me. Instead his hand wrap around me and I feel my legs getting kicked out from under me. He lowers me to my knees, making sure not to drop me from too high.

I turn to look up at him but my eyes stop on his hands that are unbuckling his belt. It's embarrassing how turned on I'm by that sight alone. He's simply just taking his belt off, it shouldn't be that hot. I finally lift my eyes up to his face and see him look down at me.

"Do you want to use it, Beautiful?" he asks me as he pulls the belt out of his hoops. I shake my head.  

"Get those pretty tits out then," he says and I obey instantly. Maybe I should feel embarrassed but I don't. Instead I feel wanted. Even if it's being wanted by an asshole. Asshole who also happens to be my boyfriend. I pull my dress down, exposing my lace bra. It doesn't cover much but I still unclasp it. The clasp is thankfully at the front which makes it easier.

"Good girl," he says as he puts the belt around my throat. I look up at him as he tightens it. He pulls on it, cutting my airways for a short moment before letting it loosen around my neck again. He slaps one of my tits before tracing my lips with his thumb.

"No one else gets to see you like this. Only me," he says and I find myself nodding at him.

"Take my cock out, Beautiful," he tells me and again I obey. My hands are opening the button on his trousers and pulling the zipper down. I pull his pants down, along with his boxers. Only enough to expose his cock which is already semi-hard. I look back up at him and he pulls on the belt again.

"Suck it," he says and once again I find myself obeying. I lick his tip a couple of times which causes him to groan. I wrap my hand around his cock and take him into my mouth. I keep my eyes on him when I start sucking him, my hand pumping his cock at the same time.

"Fuck, you look gorgeous like that," he says and the compliment goes straight to my pussy. I get wet just sucking his cock which only boosts his ego. The fucking bastard loves it. 

"I love those lips wrapped around me almost as much as I love your little cunt around me," he says just as I pull him out of my mouth. He pulls on the belt around my neck, urging me to keep going.

"You should me on your knees not me," I say while my hand is still pumping his cock. He smirks.

"Why's that, Beautiful?" he asks me, his gaze on my face.

"Because you were being a dick," I say and lick his tip again. He groans and now I smirk.

"I'm sorry for being a dick but there's no way in hell I'll let anyone else but me see you in that dress," he says, tightening the belt again.

"You could have showed of your pretty girlfriend," I say before taking him back into my mouth. He chuckles which turns into a moan when I swirl my tongue around his tip.

"Not in that," he says and I don't bother arguing. I keep sucking his cock, my hand pumping on what I can't take into my mouth. He keeps cutting my breath every once in a while by pulling on the belt around my neck. 

He likes having control over me and in some situations I like him having it over me too.

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This was me trying to write a controlling boyfriend. I hope that at least the person who requested it likes it. Bit of a shorter one but I hope it was good. Like always, thank you for reading, voting and commenting.  <3