draco malfoy imagines

detention (smut request)

requested by @stxpvfy

Summary: Y/N and Draco utterly hate each other, but what will happen when they get stuck in detention together?

Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, rough sex, and a shit ton of sexual tension😼

House: Slytherin
Year: 6

A/N: ty for requesting, hope u like it! this kinda long ngl BUT IT'S WORTH IT. also yall I listened to "Streets" by Doja Cat while writing this and lemme tell ya 🥵🥵

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You walked through an empty corridor, heading to meet Harry, Hermione and Ron at the library so the four of you could do your Charms homework together. You were practically the only Slytherin who was friends with them—which, of course, led to a hateful relationship between you and the Slytherin prince, Draco Malfoy.

He considered you a traitor—an embarrassment to the Slytherin house. It was quite funny, because all the other Slytherins were nice to you. The arrogant blond boy was the only Slytherin who treated you like shit.

You could handle him though. He acted all tough and mighty—but in realty, he was just an insecure git with a god complex.

You checked your watch. The time read 6:58 p.m. You were supposed to meet the trio in two minutes. You shrugged, not bothering to speed up your footsteps. Perhaps the trio wouldn't mind if you were a bit late. They knew you had to travel a longer distance than they did, so you assumed they'd be understanding.

"Heading to meet the Gryffindorks, are we, Y/L/N?"

You stopped in your tracks as you heard the deep, taunting voice from behind you. You sighed in utter contempt, smiling sarcastically as you turned around to face the pale boy.

"Are you following me, Malfoy?" You teased. "I mean, I know you're hopelessly in love with me but I never took you as a stalker."

"Tell me—how could I ever fall in love with a filthy blood traitor like you, hm?"

He slowly walked closer to you, and you were too stubborn to admit that it made your breath hitch.

"You're right," you shook your head tauntingly. "Sometimes I forget your brain doesn't have the capacity for love. Really, I'm surprised you even know what love is."

His eyes were dark, his voice threatening as he spoke, "Say that again, Y/L/N."

Eventually, you had backed up into the wall. Draco pinned his hands on either side of your head, his face inches away from yours.

You never realized how pretty his eyes were.

He smirked and slightly tilted his head. "Not so assertive now, are we?"

"Fuck you, Malfoy."

"I'm sure you'd love to."

"Not with your tiny dick."

"Is not."

You rolled your eyes. "Sure, Malfoy."

He chuckled darkly, and you nearly shuddered.

"Want to test that theory, doll?"