Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Illicit Affairs - part 2 (18+)

Summary: Narcissa comes talk to you about what you saw, but she also has a proposal.

Warnings: lesbian!reader, masturbation.

You quickly lean back, your heart racing as you fear of being caught. You slowly step away from the door, your heart hammering in your chest, before you quickly but quietly dart down the hallway. You practically sprint down the hallway, your heart racing, as panic starts to fill you. You can't believe you just witnessed that, seeing Narcissa and Lucius together in such an intimate moment. You quickly head back to your room, thoughts racing in your mind.

Entering your assigned room, you close the door softly behind you. You walk over to the bed and sit on the edge, staring into space, your mind still trying to comprehend what you just saw. Your mind is racing, unable to shake off the image of Lucius and Narcissa together. You can feel a strange mixture of envy and desire, wanting to be in Lucius' place, wanting to be the one who is with Narcissa in that way. You sit on the bed, your hands trembling, your body on edge, your mind filled with thoughts and emotions. You tell yourself that of course, Narcissa would never like you that way. She's older than you by at least two decades, she's married, the mother of your friend, and worst of all, she's probably not even into women. You tell yourself this over and over in your head, trying to convince yourself that your silly little crush, the one on the Malfoy matriarch, is completely pointless.

Your cat Nimbus, sensing your distress, jumps up onto the bed and rubs against your leg and meows softly. He knows when you are feeling upset, you and him have always been connected like that. You reach down and gently pet him, trying to calm yourself down with the familiar comfort of his presence. You still can't shake off the image of Narcissa and Lucius together, and the thoughts of your one sided crush on her continue to swirl in your mind. You gently pick up Nimbus and get up from the bed, deciding to go to the bathroom for a bath before retiring for the night. You put your cat down on the floor.

The images and thoughts of Narcissa and Lucius are still nagging you, and you know you need to try and relax if you want to get any sleep. You walk over to the bathroom and start running yourself a bath, the sound of running water filling the room. You take off your clothes, putting them neatly on the counter in the bathroom. You then step over to the tub and turn off the faucet, the water stopping. You slowly step into the tub, the feeling of the warm water against your skin instantly soothing. You sink into the water, letting out a sigh as your muscles begin to relax. You lean back and try to clear your mind, trying to forget about the images of Lucius and Narcissa together, but they refuse to leave your mind.

Without even thinking about it, your hand slowly starts to move down, gently touching yourself as you close your eyes and think about being in Lucius' place, you being the reason for her moans. You begin to moan softly as you touch yourself, lost in the fantasy of your friend's mother. You eventually release, your body shuddering as you come down from the high. You take a moment to catch your breath before quickly washing your hair and then getting out of the tub and stepping out onto the cold tiles. Reaching over and grabbing a towel, you wrap it around yourself and take a moment to collect yourself. You step out of the bathroom, your hair damp and your body wrapped in a towel. You gasp and freeze in your tracks when you see Narcissa sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed. Your heart skips a beat, your eyes widening at the unexpected sight. You weren't expecting the matriarch to be in your room, let alone on your bed.

"N-Narcissa...?" she's wearing an elegant robe that you assume is covering a nightgown.

Your heart races, your mind trying to wrap around the fact that Narcissa is in your bedroom, sitting on your bed. You freeze in place, feeling vulnerable, your hair damp from the bath and a towel the only thing separating you from being completely naked before her. She looks at you, her eyes lingering on your body, wrapped in the towel, before looking up to your face, a slight blush on her cheeks. You can tell she is slightly embarrassed, both at having been caught with her husband, and now catching you in such a compromising state.