Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Something New (18+)

Summary: After having a cup of tea with Mrs. Zabini, Narcissa is curious to try something new in bed.

Warnings: fluff, bottom!Narcissa, anal sex (giving), anal fingering (giving), strap-on, aftercare.

The day has been a bit lonely for you since your wife Narcissa has gone for a shopping trip to Diagon Alley and then to meet up her friend from her Hogwarts days, Mrs. Zabini. You miss your wife, so you try to occupy your mind by making you two dinner for when she arrives home.

You're concentrating on your dish when your wife finally arrives. Noticing where you are she instantly walks into the kitchen.

"Darling, I'm home." she walks up to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you flush against her, burying her face into your neck and breathing in your scent. "I missed you."

You feel your heart skip a beat at the feeling of your wife's arms around you. "I missed you too, Cissy."

Her arms tighten around your waist as she presses a kiss to your neck, before leaning back a bit to look at you.

"What's for dinner?" she asks, eyes darting to the pot on the stove.

You turn slightly, your hand coming up to rest on the small of her back and pull her more against you.

"Chicken Alfredo." you say, as you feel Narcissa's hands beginning to wander.

She nods, her attention mostly on your neck, as she peppers kisses down your neck and along your collarbone.

"Sounds delicious, darling." she murmurs against your skin, her hands slipping under the hem of your shirt, her fingers trailing along your stomach and sides.

You chuckle before it turns into a soft moan as you feel her lips and fingers moving against your skin. You try to concentrate on finishing up the dinner, but Narcissa makes it hard with her wandering hands.

"Cissy, what's gotten into you?" you ask, attempting to sound unbothered by her affections even though your voice comes out as a bit breathless.

She smirks against your neck and continues planting kisses along your skin.

"I've just missed you. Is that so hard to believe?" she teases, her hands continuing to roam over your stomach and sides, occasionally slipping underneath your shirt to caress the smooth skin beneath.

You let out another soft moan, attempting to contain your desire for her as you finish stirring the pasta and turning off the burner.

"No, but you're usually not... so forward." you say, trying to hide how affected you are by her actions.

A smirk graces her face at your words, as she continues her assault on your neck.

"Is it bad that I want to kiss my wife? To touch her?" she asks, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin as her lips trail up to your ear, nipping it lightly.

You shiver, her words sending a jolt of desire through you. You want nothing more than to let her have her way with you, but you're trying to restrain yourself.

"It's not bad." you say, your voice low and laced with want "But we have to eat. So, behave." you add, a hint of a smile on your face before you playfully smack her butt.

Her eyes widen at your playful smack and she lets out an undignified squeak before giving you a playful glare, that is betrayed by the blush on her cheek.

"That was rude." she says, no real bite to her tone. Her hands, which had stilled at your words, suddenly tighten around you and pull you flush against her. "I suppose we should eat."