Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Tradition Familiale (18+)

Summary: You discover your girlfriend speaks French.

Warnings: fluff, comfort, top!Narcissa, fingering (receiving), mommy kink, squirting.

*It wasn't supposed to be smut but I just couldn't write a story of Narcissa speaking  French and not be smut... I apologize in advance because I have absolutely no knowledge about French, I took all of it from deepl lol

Sitting at the edge of your bed, you are letting your girlfriend braid your hair, since she was the one who asked to do it in the first place. Her fingers doing their work make your eyes close and you're completely relaxed with her touch. Meanwhile Narcissa is on her knees behind you focused on the braid while opening up to you about her childhood.

"You know, I was the odd one out of my sisters. As a child I used to envy Bellatrix and Andromeda, you see they both had dark hair and were named after a star and a constellation, just like the Black family tradition, and I was the only one with blonde hair and who wasn't named according to our family's tradition..." she sighs sadly after revealing this to you.

You can't help but feel bad for your girlfriend, having siblings you know very well how common it is to envy each other for something. Like when you were a little girl and envied your older brother not only for being the oldest, but because your parents always treated him as the only heir to the L/N family since he's a man.

"Why do you think you were the only one with a different name, Cissy?" you ask her curiously, still not seeing her face, only feeling her delicate fingers on your hair.

"Well..." Narcissa sighs, still braiding your hair. "I was born last and my whole life I've been told my parents wanted a boy..." she says quietly, as if it was hard for her to admit this.

A brief silence stretches between you while Narcissa keeps braiding your hair and you try to process this information, realizing that your girlfriend must have grown up feeling like a disappointment to her parents.

"You know, I actually find Narcissa the most beautiful name out of you three..." you say honestly.

Hearing this, Narcissa feels her heart warm and flutter, and will stop braiding your hair for a moment, her hands on your hair as a light smile adorns her lips.

"Do you really think so?" she asks timidly, her hands caressing your hair as if you were a very delicate and valuable treasure.

You nod softly and say, "I honestly think so. I can't imagine a more beautiful and delicate name than yours."

Narcissa's cheeks blush a deep pink, and she tries to hide her face from you while also continuing to braid your hair.

"Thank you." she says shyly, feeling a feeling of butterflies in her stomach and her heart beating harder. She was still not used to having you being so sweet to her.

She says quietly, "Ever since I was a little girl I've tried to be the perfect girl. Getting the best grades in school, acting like a lady all the time, trying to please my parents to compensate for the fact I wasn't the boy they wanted..." she pauses for a moment, hesitating to say the rest.

You can see how difficult it is for her to talk about this and instinctively turn a bit in bed to look at her, when she stops braiding your hair to look back at you. Noticing that she's uncomfortable talking about this, you gently put your hand over hers and say, "Let's change the subject and talk about something else."

Narcissa silently nods and a slight feeling of relief washes over her, she didn't want to dwell on the topic either.

"Since the Blacks are one of the most traditional families here in the UK I heard there are many traditions. Can you tell me more about them, Cissy?" you ask her, giving her an encouraging smile.