Draco Malfoy imagines

baby, im not quite human

It had all been a bit of a mess. He was in Slytherin, and he was... Well, he was kind of a dick. But he was a handsome dick that you wanted to suck off, and that was a problem all on it's own.
You, to put it simply, were not in Slytherin. And this blatant betrayal of your inner instinct to punch him in the gut every time you caught his eyes trailing down your body or lingering on your lips, it had you in a frenzy.
Draco Malfoy was bad news, it was in his blood, quite literally. And you were scared for him, scared of what brought on that vacant frown that seemed to eclipse his face more and more frequently these days. Scared of what might happen if you finally got him naked and got a good look at his forearm.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," hissed Pansy as she caught you giving Draco another once over in Charms.
The bell rang before you could retort with something much more vulgar, which was maybe for the best.
You threw your bag over your shoulder and huffed your way out of the classroom, not even bothering to check where you were going. You were so angry at yourself for fixating on someone so awful, someone that surrounded themselves with equally as awful people. It was as if everyone around him was a mirror, an extension, of himself.
And yet you couldn't hate him.
Maybe you were a sadist. You pondered this for a while, finding yourself on the same floor as the Room of Requirements.
"Sadist," you chuckled, deciding it might actually be best to go to your common room and wait it out until dinner, maybe get a little homework in.
"Sadist?" Came a drawl from right in front of you.
You froze, no doubt wide-eyed, and stared into Draco's cold blue gaze. "Inside joke," you clarified in a clipped tone. You could feel yourself growing clammy under your robes as his eyes raked over you.
"What are you doing up here?" His sneer died mid sentence as his gaze met yours.
You wanted to be mean, you really did. Or at least that's what you told yourself to tell anyone if they were to ever hear of you encountering Malfoy and not hexing him. "Are you okay, Draco?" You heard yourself say in a gentle voice, and your palm suddenly itched to both rub his arm comfortingly and slap yourself.
His face paled and then flushed, his eyes wide and wild. He jerked back, as if you had hit him. "Fine." He barked, making you jump.
"Are you-"
"I'm fine," he snarled.
This was still less hostile then a normal Draco. Where was the pompous bullshit, or the annoying bravado? Where the insults and name calling? Where was the child?
"You seem..." You trailed off and bit your lip. He had brushed his tongue over his parted mouth and your mind had gone blank.
His gaze skirted your caught lip before dancing up to your eyes. "Seem what?" His voice was suddenly husky, and the faint hint of a smirk was coming on.
But, fuck, were you aroused. It was like your head was swimming in a cloud of pheromones. Your body was betraying you, growing hot and flushed. And your timing couldn't have been any worse.
"Nothing," you managed to force out. "Never mind." You ducked your head and made to scuttle past him, but his strong grip intercepted you and you found yourself pinned to the wall.
Your eyes must have looked like saucers, but his were hooded as they stared down into yours.
"Draco," you breathed, trying to fight the urge to arch into him. Your hands were pinned above your head and his body was pressed flush against yours. Both your bags lay neglected and forgotten on the floor, books and parchment spilling out.
Your name fell from his lips, barely a whisper, before his mouth came crashing down on yours.
He tasted like mint. That was all you could think as you kissed him, heart hammering in your chest. His lips were glorious and demanding as they danced against yours, sucking and moving with an urgency that had you arching into him. You breathed him in, felt his trembling grip harden around your wrists as he pushed further into you.
"Wait," he spoke against your lips, his breathing ragged. "Wait for me. Right here."
And he swept away, a twirl of black fabric and white hair, right around the corner.
You let your arms drop back to your sides as your heart hammered away in your chest. "What the-" you were cut off as he re-emerged.
He stopped in front of you, his chest rising and falling powerfully. Quickly he scooped up your bags.
At full height he towered over you, so you were left to crane your neck as he stepped closer and brushed his cold fingers along your cheek. "Come," he instructed, clasping your hand and pulling you away from the wall.
You followed him and let him lead you through a pair of heavy mahogany doors, right into what appeared to be a bedroom.
"Draco," you gasped, outraged. You tugged your hand out of his, mouth agape as you stood in the doorway. "Draco, what-" you shook your head at his hard expression, "what did you think was going to happen?"
The room was dark and had the faintest of glows that leaked from dimly lit candles. The gentle light barely brushed over the four post bed that lay draped in material and cushions.
It was a sex room.
"What did you think was going to happen?" Draco asked softly. He tilted his head, and it was possibly the most gentle thing you had ever seen him do.
"I..." You trailed off. Your eyes darted around the room. It was so tiny, so dark.
So sexy.
Draco's skin was practically glowing under the sparse light, and you could only imagine how delicious he would look spread out under you, on top of those dark, heavy blankets. His white hair would look radiant on those pillows, or tangled around your fingers.
"Close the door," he whispered.
You took a step forward and let your hand push it shut behind you. "Will anyone be able to get in?" You asked as you stepped towards him.
"No," he dropped the bags onto the ground and took a step towards you. "This room works to your... Requirements."
It occurred to you that maybe Draco Malfoy was under the impression that only he knew what the Room of Requirements was, which was kind of concerning.
But you couldn't dwell on it, because his long, pale fingers were suddenly at his throat, tugging at his tie. You watched them work the knot, nimble and able, and your core clenched in anticipation of what those fingers might have been capable of.
He spoke your name, slowly, like he was testing it on his tongue for later.
"Draco," you managed to breathe out in response.
He bared his teeth momentarily. "I like that you don't call me Malfoy," he murmured. "I wonder how it'll sound when you say it a bit louder."
His body collided with yours, but his mouth lingered millimetres above yours. "I've waited so many years to get you naked," he managed to push between his clenched teeth.
You felt the door against your back, felt it beneath your palms as you braced yourself against it, pushing into Draco's looming frame.
"I've waited too, Draco," you reminded him, drawing a finger up to trace the slight indents along his neck where his pulse shuddered.
His forehead met yours and his eyes sealed themselves, a crease suddenly falling between his brows. "I need..." He began. His eyes flashed open and met yours. "I need to feel you. I need to taste you." He gripped your chin and forced your lips closer. "I need to feel you shudder around me in the height of your pleasure, the pleasure I give you, as I pour myself into you."
A sound that might have been a whimper escaped your parted lips, and it seemed to fuel Draco further. His mouth ascended onto yours, and your body hummed with need.
Your mouth was greedy against his, desperate and depraved, starved for his everything. Your one hand clung to his shoulder for support as the other began to fumble with his shirt buttons.
His robes fell away like ink, spilling onto the floor. He stepped over them and tugged you forward, his lips never leaving yours as he helped you work his buttons.
Your fingers brushed the edge of his pants and you gasped at the sudden sprinkle of hair your fingertips met.
He growled into your kiss, nipping your lip fiercely. He tugged his shirt out of his waistband and broke your kiss. "I want all of my attention to be on you," he rasped as he pulled first his shoes off, and then his socks. His pants went next.
Your eyes had followed his movements hungrily, drinking up his bright skin in the dim light, but now you held your breath.
His eyes met yours as his fingers skirted over his underwear and stopped at the hem of his shirt. Slowly, never breaking your gaze, he began to peel the material away from his body. His chest heaved as the sleeves fell away from his arms and a white puddle formed on the floor next to all of his clothing.
You couldn't help it, you looked. And it was there. Inky and almost moving, the Dark Mark was etched into his pale skin.
"Do you fear me?" He asked in a hard tone, his face unreadable.
You searched his gaze before stating firmly, "No."
He pursed his lips in contemplation.
"Should I?" You cocked an eyebrow daringly.
His tongue swiped along his lower lip, and you knew you had his attention again.
You squared your shoulders and quickly pushed your robes off, letting them pool at your feet. "You mentioned something about attention and me?" You asked innocently as you began to pop open your shirt buttons.
His eyes followed your hands greedily. "I said something of the sort."
"I always thought you would want to undress me yourself," you purred as the top button came undone, the last button. You slowly pulled the material apart.
He pulled you to him and kissed you roughly, fingers gliding up your naked sides before pulling the shirt off your body. "What else did you think I would want?" He growled as he began to undo your skirt. He had sunk lower and was kissing your neck roughly.
You braced yourself on his naked shoulders, trying not to moan as he gave your ass a rough squeeze. Your skirt slipped down your legs and his hands dipped down to snap the elastic of your thong.
"Umm..." You tried but the sound turned into a moan. His mouth was dipping lower and lower, peppering your chest in delicate kisses as those long fingers massaged the tender flesh of your breasts roughly. His tongue dipped into the valley between them and followed the outline of your bra.
Delicate goosebumps rose along your skin.
"Well?" He purred, slowly tugging the cup of your bra down to reveal your nipple. It stood against your soft flesh, rigid and aching for attention.
"Umm..." You tried again, trying not to watch the way he licked his gorgeous lips in preparation. "I always thought you would..." You tried, but he had exhaled onto your nipple and the warm air had turned your voice high and needy.
"Yes?" He exhaled again, and your knees nearly gave out.
"I always thought you would want to push my underwear aside and use those long, powerful fingers to fuck me into coming for you," you forced through gritted teeth as his icy eyes met yours.
His nostrils flared before he broke your gaze and sucked in your hard nipple, encasing it in a warmth that seemed to seep right into your core.
You gave a shrill moan and laced your hands into his hair.
His eyes flashed up to yours, vivid even in the darkness. "Like this?" He spoke through gritted teeth as he bit down on your nipple.
Your moan was low as his fingers tugged your underwear aside and slid along your folds. "Yes," you nodded, trying not to pant as he brushed over your clit.
"Or..." He purred, slowly moving onto your left breast, his eyes flashing up to meet yours. "Like this?" He growled, his finger thrusting into you.
You bucked into his hand, aching for more. "Uh huh," you managed as you rocked against his hand, fucking it.
"More?" He drawled before sucking your nipple into his greedy mouth.
"Yes," you breathed.
A second finger plunged into you and curled tauntingly. You met each thrust with a moan and gripped Draco's head closer to your flesh, riding the edge of your climax.
"My cock will feel better than my fingers," he murmured before brushing his thumb against your clit and biting down on your rigid nipple.
You shrieked before spasming around his fingers as they sped up. Your knees gave out and you slumped against him, body still rolling with each thrust his fingers gave into your heat.
You gasped as his arms snaked under you, and soon you were hoisted onto the four post bed.
His eyes met yours, warm, for the first time ever. He dipped down and slowly began to undo your shoes, one after the other, before dropping each to the floor. Next came your socks, and you couldn't help but giggle at how delicately he lifted your leg to roll the material down your calf.
His gentle smile was filled with warmth as your socks were chucked to the floor. His hands slipped up your legs, leaving goosebumps in their trail, before stopping at your underwear.
You arched upwards, suddenly impatient.
He let your underwear join every other item of clothing before leaning over you. He kissed you slowly, warming you up before slipping his hands behind you and snapping your bra undone. Pulling back, he finally let his eyes roam over your dimly lit body. "Incredible," he murmured, drinking you in.
You blushed furiously, watching his eyes graze your bare flesh.
He sat up and met your gaze before pulling down the elastic of his underwear and chucking it off the bed.
Your gasp was embarrassingly audible as you stared at him. The faint hair from his naval dipped down and spread, golden, before the rigid base of where his thick cock began.
He was a lot bigger than you had anticipated.
"Surprised?" He cocked an eyebrow as he began to crawl towards you.
You gave a faint nod. Your touched your hands to his shoulders and let his weight hover above you. His warm chest brushed against your nipples and you hissed in response.
He kissed you tenderly. Everything he felt seeped into his kiss, and you felt it. His love, his fear, his hunger.
He climbed between your legs, lips still to yours, before asking, "Are you sure, my love?"
You bit your lip and nodded. His icy eyes stared into yours as, slowly, he pushed into you.
You shuddered and clenched, air caught in your throat as your body swam in pleasure. You felt his eyes on you, watching, waiting for any signs of pleasure or pain.
"Fuck," you shuddered around him, nails biting into his back. "Please."
He growled at your confirmation and snapped his hips back before ploughing forward, sinking himself into you.
"Draco!" You arched into him, desperate for more.
"Mmm," he hummed into your neck. "Say my name again."
His thrust was harder and you shuddered around him. "Draco," you moaned louder, tilting your head to give him more access to your neck.
He bit you roughly in approval and began to fuck you harder, pounding into you until you were crying out, on the edge of your orgasm.
Suddenly, he stopped.
"What?" You gasped, wrenching your eyes open. "Draco, please," you whimpered, meeting his eyes.
"I want you to look at me when you come around my cock." He kissed you roughly before pulling away and stirring his cock inside of you.
You swore loudly, letting his name fall past your lips as he began to fuck you over the edge. You forced your eyes open and let his gaze push you to your climax. "Fuck, Draco!" You screamed as you began to shudder around his length.
He bared his teeth, eyes never wavering, and gave a great shout of your name before spilling himself into you, his thrusts growing sloppy.
"Fuck," he moaned as he slumped next to you.
"Fuck," you agreed.