Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Mrs. Zabini and her ideas (18+)

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

Warnings: top!Narcissa, anal sex (receiving), anal fingering (receiving), vaginal fingering (receiving), finger sucking, oral sex (receiving), strap-on, aftercare, fluff.

*The beginning of this is basically the same as in "Something New". This was a request for the ones who desperately wanted with bottom!reader instead.

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 with 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. She chuckles against your neck as you try to maintain your composure.

"Seems I've gotten a bit carried away." she murmurs, her lips still trailing along your shoulder blades. "But can you blame me?"

She moves her hands to your hips and pulls you back against her, her breath tickling your ear.

"You're just so... enticing, baby." she breathes, her fingers dancing across your skin.

"Cissy, at least let me finish dinner..." you almost whimper.

She smirks at the sound of your pleading voice, her hands still tracing patterns on your stomach.

"Oh, very well. I suppose dinner is... important ," she concedes, her breath hot against your neck. "But you can't expect me to just stop touching you, love."

She reluctantly withdraws her hands from under your shirt, her touch lingering for a moment before she steps back. You let out a silent breath of relief, though you miss the feeling of her proximity immediately.