Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Caught (18+)

Summary: You get caught touching yourself by Narcissa.

Warnings: Masturbation, fluff

You and Narcissa have been dating for a couple of months after she divorced Lucius. Narcissa wanted to surprise you by showing up at your home after she had told you she had some errands to do.

Alone at home, you don't hear Narcissa arrive at your house nor she climbing the stairs heading to where you are: your bedroom. You are too concentrated on touching yourself thinking about your girlfriend.

With a knock at the door Narcissa let herself into your room without waiting for a response. She walks through the doorway with an air of confidence and grace. Narcissa's eyes widen when she sees you. Her cheeks flush slightly and she clears her throat. "Excuse me," she says, her voice sounding a little higher than usual. "I didn't mean to interrupt... anything."

She averts your  eyes and waits for your response. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest and a mixture of embarrassment and attraction welling up inside her. She isn't sure what to do or say next, but she knows she doesn't want to leave just yet.

You pull your hand away quickly and sit up straight, feeling embarrassed and ashamed at having been caught. You can't even look at Narcissa, afraid of what she might think of you. "Sorry... I didn't expect you," you mumble. "I thought you were busy today."

"No, no, it's... fine," she assures you, forcing a smile. She takes a breath before continuing. "I finished my errands earlier than expected and thought I'd stop by and surprise you." she tries not to let her eyes wander back to the scene that she interrupted. Despite the situation, she can't help but feel a twinge of desire.She watches as you avoid her gaze and her smile fades. She can sense the tension in the room and the awkwardness between the two of you. Taking a hesitant step closer, she decides to break the silence. "Can I... sit down?" she asks, motioning to the bed.

You hesitantly nod yes and Narcissa sits down on the edge of the bed, keeping a respectful distance between you two. The air is thick with tension and unspoken desires.

She sits down beside you, she reaches out and gently touches your arm. Her touch is light, yet firm enough to get your attention. "Listen, there's no need to be embarrassed," she says softly. "We all have needs and desires. It's natural." As she speaks, her hand lingers on your arm, her touch sending shivers down your spine. You can feel the heat radiating off her body, her breath brushing against your skin as she leans closer.

Before you can respond, her other hand comes up to your chin, turning your head to look at her. Her eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of empathy and desire burning within them. "Why don't you go back to what you were doing? Show me how you touch yourself." she whispers, her voice husky with want.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you heard her correctly. But as you see the look in her eyes, you know she is serious. Slowly, nervously, you obey her request, returning your hand between your legs.

Narcissa watches intently, her eyes darkening with intrigue. Her breathing becomes heavier as she watches you touch yourself, her hand still cupping your chin. She leans in closer, her lips close to yours as she whispers. "Does it feel good?"

She watches as your breath hitches and your body trembles with pleasure. She can't help but find it incredibly erotic, and her own body responds in kind. Her free hands trace teasingly up your thigh, circling closer and closer to the source of your pleasure. Before you can protest or pull away, her hand slips between your legs, her fingers joining your own. She begins to move her hand in sync with yours, matching your rhythm and pressure. Her breathing is heavy now, her eyes fixed on you and the sensations you are creating.

Her lips find yours in a heated kiss, her tongue delving into your mouth as if she is starving for the taste of you. Her hand continues to move between your legs, her fingers pressing and circling with practiced precision. As pleasure builds within you, she kisses your neck, her teeth grazing your skin.

Her hand moves faster and with more pressure, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers words of encouragement and praise.

Finally, you reach your climax, crying out her name as your body shakes with pleasure. Narcissa moans softly, her hand still between your legs as she watches you ride out the waves of ecstasy. As the last tremors subside, she withdraws her hand and sits back, watching you catch your breath. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, a mixture of contentment and desire in her eyes.

She leans in close, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "You're beautiful when you let go like that," she whispers, her voice soft and reverent. She kisses you gently on the forehead before standing up. "I'll leave you to freshen up," she says, her tone still sultry. "Take your time and then join me downstairs so we can continue this..." she smirks before standing up and leaving the bedroom.