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“I’m—” Draco said, dragging his nose at the crook of Harry’s neck. “I’m all over you. My scent,” he whispered, his hips moving urgently against Harry’s. “You’re covered in it, you’re—”

“Yours,” Harry gasped, his whole body arching into in the touch.

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For @hpkinkuary day 2: Clothed Sex

Spicy version on AO3 :)

Draco : I love you with every inch of my dick ;)

Harry :

Harry : That's a lot of inches

Draco: Fuck the police.

Auror Harry: I am the police.

Draco, already taking his clothes off: Oh, I know.

Ridiculously possessive vampire Draco x bratty Harry who fucking loves it

(Let’s say this was loosely written for @hpkinkuary’s day 5 prompt: possessiveness/jealousy 😇)

Harry borrowing Ron’s jacket, pretending to be chilly, but wears it to Draco’s with a smirk, and Draco shreds it and pushes Harry into the shower and fucks him until he smells like Draco again.

Draco giving Harry jewelry all the time, horribly expensive, custom-made, which everyone thinks is just rich guy being rich, but it’s really so that Harry is always marked as his. Harry picks out a gold choker one day, and Draco about trips over himself to buy it, and Harry never takes it off after that. In fact, it’s his favorite outfit to wear around the house.

Draco thinks he’s being tricky by slowly moving Harry’s clothes into the Manor. Harry watches, amused, to see how long it takes Draco to actually ask him to move in. He hasn’t slept at Grimmauld in...three months?

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“Hate when you go to work,” Draco murmurs against Harry’s neck, the collar warm against his lips.

“I know you do.” Harry smiles. “That’s why I go.”

Draco shoves Harry onto the bed. “Think you’re funny, Potter?”

Harry stretches languidly, watching Draco watch him. They’re both already hard. “I do,” he says. Draco grabs his hair, pulls his head back, exposing the delicate skin under his jaw. “Hungry?”

Draco’s eyes are so dilated there’s just a slim ring of silver around his pupil. He looks at Harry, heat and jealousy and love all mixed up, then grazes his teeth over Harry’s carotid. Harry’s hips jerk up and he moans softly. He circles his legs around Draco’s, moves his head further back to show more of his neck. Draco lays his hand against the collar, giving just a little pressure, then pulls it down. He licks a stripe up Harry’s neck.

Harry whines. “Come on, do it. Or aren’t you—?” He cuts off, gasping, and Draco buries his teeth in Harry’s neck. The effect of the bite is euphoric; Harry could (and has) come from this alone.

Draco only takes enough for Harry to feel it—he could safely take more, but he’s terrified of losing control. He releases Harry, who is dazed and pliant and very, very fuckable. Harry loves this; it’s a shortcut to the way he feels after hours of being teased and fucked, again and again.

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heyy so i saw your post asking for requests. can i get some drarry bumping into each other in a club after the war. harry is a little shocked and on edge about seeing draco but the war left him exhausted so he doesn't really hate him. they dance and drink. also sassy draco, i love that. maybe some kissing and smut if youd like. but definitely dirty dancing in the club

 Drinks

Summary: 5 years after the final war, the rivals meet again. But it doesn’t end up how you would expect. (lmao that was dramatic)

warnings: cursing, smut, drinking

if it’s in italics, that means it’s a flashback, and when it says ~narrator’s POV~ that means it’s not from either harry or draco’s view. Also i’m sorry about the constant change of POV’s!

~draco~

Draco pushed through the crowds of people, his drink in his hand and annoyance plastered on his face.

It’s been 5 years. 5 years since the last war, 5 years since his family fell, 5 years since his life broke apart.

He had resorted to running away with a few of his friends; Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson. They were like brothers to the sarcastic girl, protecting her although she never needed such a thing.

He was a healer now, at 22. He felt bad for all the people who died because of Voldemort and his own father. He felt guilty, and for a long period of time he blamed himself. But he had recently became a healer, because he felt that every life he saved made up for the ones that were lost.

Now, after a long day of work, he ended up in some random muggle bar drinking muggle beer.

He walked over to a random booth, needing to sit down due to the amount of drinks he devoured. He didn’t bother to check with the person sitting already, which would later affect his night drastically.

“This seat is taken, go find somewhere else to sit,” a familiar, annoying voice came from behind him. Draco turned around, ready to see who he had to yell at when he saw him.

Harry.

Fucking.

Potter.

It was unmistakable; his messy hair, green eyes and scar on his forehead.

Memories flooded to his mind immediately.

“I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”

Draco remembered being so excited to become friends with the famous Harry Potter. He was so happy at age 11, and he fucked it all up when he insulted Harry’s new friend. Just like how his father would.

“Red hair, hand me down robes? You must be a Weasley.”

Regret flooded his mind, but he pushed the memories aside.

“Potter?” Draco frowned at him, not expecting to see his childhood enemy.

The boy squinted, and Draco’s eyes flickered down to the glasses on the table. He picked up the glasses and put it on the black haired boy, and Harry immediately recognized him.

~harry~

Once the random man put the glasses on me, i recognized him immediately. From his bright blond hair to his grey eyes, Draco Lucius Malfoy was sitting right in front of me with a blank expression on his face.

I gasped and scooted a little farther, but he noticed. We both seemed to be wasted, but i still didn’t trust him, no matter how drunk i was.

Draco sighed, knowing what i was thinking. “I’ve changed Potter. Calm down, i’m sorry. For what i did i mean.”

He took a swig of his drink while i just stared at him. Draco Malfoy apologizing? He seemed sincere, his face flushed red after his apology, although it could’ve been the drinks.

He grinned at me, and shoved my shoulder playfully. “Loosen up Harry! Come on, here’s a drink. It’s on me,” he slurred, and i didn’t fail to realize that he called me by my first name.

I picked up the drink he handed me, and he watched me intently with his blue-grey eyes as i nervously took a drink. I don’t hate him, no, i just don’t trust him.

~narrator’s POV~

Draco happily slung an arm around Harry, and after a few drinks Harry started to loosen up.

“Come on Potter, let’s dance.” Malfoy got up from his seat and tried pulling Potter on to the dance floor, but he didn’t budge.

“I’m good...” Draco pouted at Harry’s words.

“What? You’re afraid i’m a better dancer?”

“Fuck no.”

“Come on then!”

Harry rolled his eyes and followed Draco onto the dance floor. They were in a crowd of people, bodies shoving them but Draco didn’t seem to mind.

They danced and drank for a while, and Harry decided to be a bit bold. He would later say it was the alcohol doing so, but he leaned over and kissed Draco right on the lips.

Draco started at him with wide eyes, and Harry mentally started beating himself up until Draco kissed him back. It soon turned heated, and the blond broke their kiss and pulled the other man into another empty room.

Harry sat on one of the empty desks, and looked around, realizing that Draco had dragged him to a room full of sex toys. On purpose or not, Harry didn’t care.

The blond looked over at him. “Your safe word is red, alright? And when you’re gagged, just tap me twice and i’ll stop.”

Harry nodded, and shivered at the other man’s icy smirk.

~draco~

“Just a warning, i’m really rough.” The words came out of my mouth, me not wanting Harry to regret anything but he nodded eagerly.

I walked forward, and noticed a bulge in both our pants. I grinded against him, grabbing on to his hips and kissing him. He moaned, and i took the opportunity to slip my tounge into his mouth.

I broke the kiss and started taking off my clothes, him doing the same. I spread his legs apart once we were both completely nude, and looked at his hard cock. I could see his eyes widen at mine, making my ego boost.

“You’re- you’re like 11 inches-” I just smiled at his comment, and kissed him quickly again.

I pushed his knees apart and growled.

“Look at this pretty cock... all thick and wet for daddy.” He moaned, and i smirked for like the 50th time this evening.

I walked over to a compartment which had a bunch of toys. I grabbed a bunch and looked back at him, memories flowing into my mind again.

(7th year) when they were both legal adults

I layed on my bed, fisting my hard penis as I pictured Harry with his warm mouth wrapped around my dick, his finger in his arse as he happily sucked my cock.

Grabbing everything, i strapped his ankles to the desk legs and tied his hands up. I thought of gagging him but thought otherwise, wanting to hear his screams.

I inserted a vibrator into his arse and turned it on to the highest setting, making the man widen his eyes and moan. I stepped back and started stroking myself, watching him unravel.

He was shaking, looking at me with his big green eyes staring into mine. I smirked (again) as he looked at my hand touching my cock, making his twitch.

Within no time, cum started to spurt out of his cock and he started violently spasming, moaning my name like a chant even though i haven’t layed a finger on him yet.

After he was done, i walked toward and grabbed his cock aggressively, pulling it a little and breathing in his ear;

“I never said you could cum.”

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sorry for the lazy ending 😩 i hoped you enjoyed it, this was my first drarry one

HOLY FUCK

Drag for the @hpkinkuary prompt ‘Smoking’

(explicit version here)

baby got back

Drarry Discord February 2021 Drabble Challenge

Prompt: Bubbles - Word Count: 283

Rating: Mature

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Draco is putting his foot down. 

Enough is enough. 

Per usual, Potter struts around the Auror Trainees’ locker room as if he owns the place.

In the nude.

As a rule, Draco has no qualms about the human body naked and on display. He, himself, is often unclothed. As he should be—he’s a fine specimen. And, by extension, the locker room is an appropriate place for wizards to congregate in various stages of undress.

But must Potter always select the shower stall within Draco’s direct line of sight?

Apparently, it’s not enough that Harry fucking Potter—Ministry darling and the bloody Chosen One—is bestowed with magic so powerful it oozes from his flawless skin and disrupts Draco’s heartbeat.

No, in addition to all the privileges graced upon him, Potter’s Golden DNA seems to have twisted within its double helix the formula for a perfect bubble butt. 

Draco stands under the shower, fingers pruning. If the daggers he stares were knuts they’d bounce right off that firm arse.

One by one, the showers turn off and the locker room empties until only he and Potter remain. 

Harry glances over his shoulder. “You got a problem, Malfoy?” Soap bubbles shunt down through the valley between plump cheeks. 

“You’re my problem.”

Harry snorts. “Kiss my arse.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” Draco sneers.

Harry presses his palms against the wall and widens his stance, presenting. “I would. How about you?” 

Draco’s blood ignites, flooding his groin. In two long strides, he’s in Harry’s stall, crowding him against the tiles, grinding his erection against him.

Harry’s moan strengthens Draco’s resolve. 

Enough is enough.

But Draco discovers it’s difficult to put his foot down when he’s on his knees.

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edit! i was remiss in mentioning and thanking the sweet and lovely @dracothecupcake for the wonderful beta…mea culpa and big love, sweetness! xoxo 

january drabble || beg, borrow & steal

Molly gives Draco a Weasley sweater, Harry gives him something els

Draco: Fuck the auror!

Harry, confused: I'm an auror.

Draco: [winks]

draco: YOU HAD AN INVISIBILITY CLOAK?!!1!1?!1

harry: well..yeah. what’s the huge deal?

draco: we could have snuck out late in the corridors, you giving me invisible blowjobs under my desk...

harry: who said we can’t do that now?

draco:

draco: we have a lot of catching up to do

Harry: Draco get your hand of my arse we’re in public.

Draco: What? Everyone was looking at you. Now they know you’re taken.

Harry: They only started looking after you put your hand on my arse.

Draco: Well... you got me there.

Harry: Hey Ron, I wouldn’t sit there if I were you.

Ron: Why not? Did you and Draco do it on there? Hahaha.

Harry: Well...

*Ron becomes pale, jumps up and sits somewhere else*

Harry: Yeah, I wouldn’t sit there either..., actually you beter just keep standing.

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[harry and draco standing at the entrance hall]

harry: were we too.. loud?

draco: no im pretty sure i put up silencing spells.

[draco sitting down at the slytherin table]

slytherins: *eating*

pansy: oh morning, daddy. you had a fun night didn't you?

draco:

pansy:

harry, overhearing the convo: *blushing* damn that idiot

HARRY WEARING HEELS AND A DRESS?? IT'S A BIG YES FROM ME

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pairing - Draco Malfoy X Harry Potter

words - 340

warnings - sex mentioned, curse words?

written for - @drarrymicrofic , prompt: androgynous

a/n - look who went past the word length? me of course. and anyways I’ve had this thought in my head for quite a while and I finally managed to type it out, and i know a lot of people lean more towards draco when it comes to being feminine and more girly but personally i’d say that i lean towards harry for that matter because in my boring brown eyes i see him as beautiful. here is also an image that inspired me <3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

There standing just mere-feets away from him, was Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived, The Chosen One, whatever you call him was right there in front of him. And he looked...pretty.

Pretty? No wait, you should normally say handsome...right? Why did he think he looked pretty?

But he indeed looked pretty, not handsome but pretty. Not handsome at all. Maybe pretty-handsome? Handsome-pretty? Just handsome, just pretty? Pretty... and Handsome... Two words with similar meanings but yet so different from one an other.

But Harry looked pretty tonight, so delicate, fragile and soft. Feminine. He looked...feminine. A pretty feminine at that.

With a skin-tight black dress that perfectly grasped his ass and his petite body frame, black heals that rose him an inch, the dress allowing him to look at his cleanly shaven smooth legs, so beautifully lithe.

Perfect makeup adoring his face, red glossy lipstick that he wished would leave imprints on him to look at in the morning, black cat eyeliner that brought out his emerald green eyes, eyelashes so dark and long, that fluttered every now and then, blush that could be fake, that could be real.

With black-painted nails, sliver and gold rings, platinum lip and nose rings that shined brightly like moonlight, and very fine fishnets, topping it all off.

Everything about him screamed, pretty and beautiful. The way he talked, walked, screaming 'worship me', the way he strategically bend down towards the floor to pick up a pen, his whole body screaming 'fuck me'. And how he wished he could.

Wished to see those long-lithe legs wrapped around his waist, those nails to dig into his back, lipstick smearing all over his face, his eyeliner melting off as he cried from how much pleasure Draco was giving. Oh how he wished.

But it probably wasn’t going to happen, with their relationship background, and who they were. And after all, this was just a ministry ball. Nothing more. Nothing less.

But the way Harry seemed to be eyeing him from where he was talking to the minister, made it it seem like everything between them was going to change tonight...

The uncensored version of which you can see-you-know-where. And here there is no rating. Potter eats ice cream and looks faithfully at the ice cream maker x))

The full version of the picture is available to patrons; the guys are not dressed at all. But even here tenderness is visible, I think. You can subscribe here: https://www.patreon.com/theales

Draco: do you like short and thick or long and skinny?

Harry: what do you mean? like in the size of people?

Draco: you know, they go IN people

Harry: OH um, both. but long and skinny to hit the right places I can just use a wide dildo afterwards its fine

Draco:

Draco: what the fuck are you talking about? i mean those french fries you made yesterday

Harry:

Harry: o h