draco malfoy imagines

newlyweds (smut)

Summary: Y/N and Draco celebrate their wedding in a night full of passion.

Warnings: smut (kinda vanilla lol), fluff, draco being a softie, cheesy as hell but cute,

House: idk
Year: post-war

A/N: I'm tired of ppl shitting on vanilla sex😤 ik this sounds a bit c h e e s y but it's literally so nice to just look into your partner's eyes like- just me? k, I'll stop😔🤚

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Tipsy giggles escaped you and Draco as the two of you stumbled into your shared apartment, your minds a bit hazy from the champagne that was served at the after-party of your wedding.

The two of you had gotten married today, and you were both ecstatic to be spending the rest of your lives with each other. And with the help of your slight inebriation, that excitement was now transfiguring into a different, more lustful type of excitement.

Some of the tension had even started building up during the after-party, as you and Draco occasionally whispered suggestive comments in each other's ears, expressing how excited you both were to get home and tear each other's clothes off.

After Draco had shut your apartment door, he kissed you fervently. You both slid off your shoes, not breaking the kiss as you eventually stumbled into your bedroom. He picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held the undersides of your thighs. With his lips still moving passionately against yours, he carried you over to the bed, gently laying you down on it as his hands travelled up and down your thighs.

This wasn't your first time getting intimate with Draco, but the butterflies in your stomach weren't any less intense. If anything, they were more intense. Perhaps the raw, exciting thrill of being newlyweds was the factor that was really driving you two tonight. The unconditional love you had for each other was just an added bonus.

"You're so pretty," he whispered, relishing in the soft moans that you emitted as he kissed your neck. "My perfect, beautiful wife."

Your stomach flipped at his words, your arms wrapping around his neck as he brought his lips back to yours. His hands slid under your after-party dress, his fingers running along the bare skin of your hips as the bottom of your dress ruffled up a bit.

"Want this off," he mumbled into the kiss, tugging at the dress.

You complied, arching your back and reaching behind you to unclip the back of your dress. You smirked and stared up at him doe-eyed as you removed your dress as a teasingly slow rate, admiring the way his pupils dilated at the sight.

Once your dress was off, he smiled at you in adoration, your white lingerie accentuating your entire body in the most phenomenal way.

"Beautiful," he praised, leaning down to kiss your neck again. "So fucking beautiful."

He licked and sucked at the sensitive skin, undoubtedly leaving marks. He reached around and unclipped your bra for you, his mouth traveling from your neck to the valley of your breasts. He kneaded your right breast with his hand as he took the other one in his mouth, making your eyes flutter shut.

"Draco," you whispered, arching your back into his touch.

Draco couldn't help the butterflies flooding his stomach at the sound of your soft mewls, and he was overcome with an almost overwhelming wave of arousal. His brain was clouded with profound feelings of lust and desire; it was devouring him whole and leaving him with no mercy.

He sat up and removed his white button-up shirt, revealing his flawless, pale torso. You worked quickly to undo his belt for him, and the want—the need to feel him inside of you was growing rapidly by the second.

After he slid down his dress pants and boxers, his fingers hooked through the sides of your white lace underwear and eagerly slid them down your legs.

He positioned his tip at your entrance, easily sliding in because of how aroused the two of you already were. You both let out a synchronized moan. It was oh, so relieving to finally feel each other like this after a night of building up tension. You and Draco had thought about this moment all day, and now, it was finally happening.

And it was incredibly satisfying.

His head fell into your neck, breathing shakily in your ear as he thrusted slowly. You threw your head back and hooked your legs around his waist, your hands moving to rest on his lower back. Your moans were music to his ears—an utterly beautiful sound.

Draco kissed your neck as he made love to you, his thrusts slow but deep, passionate, sensual. This was different than all the other times you and Draco had sex. The connection between you two was deepened by the promise of eternity.

He quickened his thrusts a bit, and his tip brushed against the spot that made you see stars. You moaned, arching your back into him.

"Just like that," you encouraged him as your stomach began to tense up a bit.

"You feel so good," he whispered against your neck before sucking on your sweet spot.

He lifted his head from your neck to kiss your lips, his hips continuing to rock sensually into yours. You both moaned simultaneously into each other's mouths, your orgasms building together.

"I'm so close," you gasped, eyebrows furrowing as your hips bucking up to meet his in search of reprieve.

"Shh, darling, I've got you," he whispered into your ear before placing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

He thrusted even deeper, his pace speeding up before he brought his head back down to your neck.

He sucked on the sensitive flesh right below your ear, shivers running down your spine as he whispered, "Cum for me."

And you did.

Your legs tightened around his waist, keeping him close to you as your orgasm rendered you weak, your body trembling under him. He kissed your neck and softly ran a hand up and down your hip, his thrusts never faltering as he helped you ride out the intense waves of pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum," he panted into your neck as his thrusts became desperate.

"Y/N," he groaned as his orgasm finally washed over him, eyes fluttering shut, lips parting as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

Once he finished riding out both of your highs, he slumped against you, panting as he caught his breath. The only thing either of you two felt was sedated as the aftershocks of euphoria flowed through your veins.

He pulled out, collapsing next to you and pulling you into his arms. You nuzzled your head in his neck as he traced finger patterns up and down your arm.

"I love you," he whispered, a tired smile gracing his lips. "Mrs. Malfoy," he teased.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "I love you, too, you dork," you said, pressing a kiss to his neck.

And as corny as it sounded, you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with this man.

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