Dilectio | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Stuck in the Middle

Your legs straddle Draco's hips, your bare pussy grinding onto his covered length. His hands move to grab your hips.

You groan as you grab his hands. You place them above his head. Your lips ghost across his as you whisper against him. "You're not playing nice."

When your hands withdraw back to his chest, he holds them there for a second, frowning at you. "Stop teasing me."

You roll your eyes, continuing to grind onto his hard length and kissing a path down his neck. Licking along his collarbone as your hands explore trails across his body. Memorizing every dip, curve, contour, and scar across his porcelain skin.

His breathing canters in a stutter as he sharply inhales into his mouth, his teeth clenched. His hands come back to grab your hips, grinding you harder onto his covered cock.

You draw back, grabbing his hands and placing them back over his head. You huff in frustration. "You're being a brat."

His hands immediately grab your face, bringing your mouth to his in a searing kiss. "You like it."

You hum into his kiss but pull away completely. Your legs swinging back over to search the floor. He sits up, his brow furrowed as he watches your nude body rummage through his discarded clothes. Your eyes finally land on the discarded tie he had on from his workday.

The silky grey tie held in your hands—you turn back around, smiling at Draco, "Maybe this will keep your hands in place."

"You're a bloody menace." He leans back but obediently holds his hands out to you, his wrists together. Your eyes travel to his Dark Mark, but you focus on his wrists instead as you wrap the tie around them, ignoring the faded tattoo.

Once his wrists are tied together, you place them back over his head as you kiss his lips. "You like it."

Your lips trail a path back down his body, leaving marks behind as you kiss and bite across his skin. When your mouth meets the waistband of his boxers, your hands find it, pulling them down his legs. Once they're off, you look back up to him. His silver gaze is locked into yours. His pupils are blown wide in lust and desperation.

"Tell me what you need." Your breath fans across his long and weeping length. Enticing.

He breathes heavily, his chest slightly shaking. "You."

You smirk at him—warmth blossoms in your chest. Pulling yourself up, your hands resting on his chest, your hips grind on his length, soaking it in your juices. Your hips pull up as you bring a hand down, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance. Finally, you sink, and a moan escapes both of your lips.

Your hips don't move; his hips slightly buck into you. "Stay," you command him.

Obediently he lets you continue to sit on him; his erect cock flicks inside of you when you lean forward and lick a line across his sternum.

You ride his dick until you fall apart. Draco immediately brings his hands down to be untied. You oblige, letting him ravish you and plow you into the mattress until you've both reached your peaks.

The nights always end with a shower— together, of course. It was then crawling back into bed and wrapping yourselves around each other. Sometimes you fall asleep before he climbs into the bed next to you, but every time you wake up, his body smothers yours.

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It's been like this for almost two weeks now. Before, you were always sticking to the rules, but... it changed. If you weren't at work, you were with Draco. You continued teaching him the ukulele. You would fall asleep next to each other—you quickly learned that Draco liked to hold you in a tight death grip in his sleep like he was scared you would disappear. As much as you wanted to maintain this state of serendipity, your conscience was slowly eating you alive.