Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Pregnant Desire (18+)

Summary: You have been incredibly horny lately but your wife has stopped having sex with you since the discovery of your pregnancy. You finally talk with her about it.

Warnings: fluff, pregnant sex, top!Narcissa, fingering (receiving), masturbation, oral sex (receiving).

Since the moment you found out you're pregnant, Narcissa has been nothing but perfect. Holding your hair and stroking your back whenever you need to vomit due to morning sickness, bringing breakfast in bed every single day, preparing relaxing baths, cuddles, massages... However there's one (not so little) thing your wife hasn't done ever since she discovered you're pregnant. Something she has actually stopped doing, and it's making you almost go crazy. She has stopped having sex with you. The worst thing is, because of the hormones, there's some days your libido is so high you could combust right then and there.

Right now you're currently sitting down on your couch in the living room, not being able to sit still due to a certain feeling between your legs. Narcissa, who's having tea while reading the Daily Prophet on the armchair, watches the way you are clearly fidgeting and uncomfortable. She sighs softly and shakes her head a little.

"Darling, I can't concentrate on reading from how much you're fidgeting. What is it that you aren't telling me?"

Your cheeks flush a little, you debate with yourself rather you should tell her or not, but she's been so perfect and caring in every other way that you feel bad for criticizing this very little thing. You could just take care of this yourself, couldn't you?

"N-nothing, love..."

Your wife raises an eyebrow suspiciously at your answer. She sets her cup of tea on the table and folds up her newspaper, setting it next to her. She stands up and walks over, sitting herself down on the couch next to you, her legs pulled up beneath her. She turns her whole body towards you.

"Don't lie to me. I know you too well, now tell me what's wrong."

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. You can't look her in the eyes, so you just stare down at your lap. Why is it this hard for you to just speak up? Narcissa is so perfect and caring, why can't you just ask her? You open your mouth again to say something, but still nothing comes out, you just let out a small whine.

Narcissa gently places her hand on your chin, forcing you to look at her. "Darling, you're starting to worry me. Just tell me."

She looks at you intently, her eyes never leaving your face. Her thumb gently caresses your jawline, and her voice is a soft, soothing tone when she speaks again. "Please, love. Just talk to me."

Tears well up in your eyes, making her soften slightly. You feel so embarrassed by it all, and by the fact that you're not only struggling to ask but just outright feeling guilty for even wanting it. You want to tell her, you do, but at the same time, you're just worried that she'll get mad at you for feeling this way. Your voice is nothing more than a meek whisper when you finally manage to speak.

"I-I want you..."

She leans closer to you, cupping your face in her hands. She gently runs her thumb over your cheeks, wiping away the tears that have spilled and looks at you in a mixture of adoration and worry. You lean into her touch, finding a bit of comfort and reassurance from it, but not enough.

Her eyes search your face as she responds in a soothing tone. "You have me, love..."

The tears spill over again in frustration, and your voice comes out in a somewhat frustrated tone mixed with a bit of pleading. "N-not like that... I want you, y-you know what I mean, but you... It's just... We've never had sex since we discovered about the pregnancy and..."