draco malfoy imagines

cake & cunnulingus (smut)

requested by @mrs_draco_malfoy223

Summary: While Y/N and Draco frost Y/N's birthday cake together, they get a little distracted.

Warnings: smut, fluff, cunnulingus on a kitchen counter😏😏, fingering, overstimulation, praise kink, food play

House: n/a
Year: post-war

A/N: this is a birthday present for the person who requested it<3 wishing u a happy belated birthday and I hope u enjoy! also I apologize for my inactiveness during the past couple weeks, I was on vacation lol but now I'm back in my shitty hometown😍😍

and no, I will not apologize for the title😈😈

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"Alright, what's next?" you asked your husband, Draco, as he read the directions to make the frosting off the piece of parchment. The actual cake was cooling on top of the oven, waiting to be frosted.

He read over the final step and replied, "Just mix in the sugar and we're done."

"Easy enough," you nodded before you began stirring the mixture with your spatula.

Draco walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as you continued to mix the icing. "You know, I don't understand why we couldn't have just bought a cake from that one shop you like."

You chuckled, your grip on the spatula loosening for a second when he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. "Because this is fun, darling. Lighten up a bit."

You swore you had felt Draco smirking against your shoulder. "Baking is your idea of fun? Because I have something a little different in mind."

"Someone's feeling desperate," you mocked, smirking to yourself as you began frosting the cake.

"Mm," he hummed in agreement, reveling in the sighs that escaped you as he pressed sloppy kisses to your neck. "You know me so well."

You exhaled shakily and put the spatula down, unable to complete the simple task of frosting a cake as you began to melt under Draco's touch.

"Turn around, please." Draco's voice was a whisper—soft, yet assertive. It was the perfect balance.

A light chill ran through your body as you turned around, meeting the dark, lustful eyes of your husband. The eye contact was cut short, however, because Draco didn't waste any time in bringing his lips to yours. Your hands groped each other's bodies as the burning desire you had for each other built up with each passing second. Your hand travelled downward Draco's body until it reached his bulge.

He grabbed your hand and disconnected your lips, looking you in the eyes with the utmost fervor. "It's your birthday, darling. Did you not think you would be the focus tonight?"

You nearly let out a shuddering breath at his words, excitement accumulating in your gut.

Draco smirked. "C'mon, let's get these clothes off of you, my dear."

You eagerly lifted your shirt above your head, subsequently reaching your hands behind your back to unhook your bra. As you were removing your top clothing, Draco was busy tugging down your jeans and underwear, the both of you giggling as he struggled to get your jeans past your ankles.

When your jeans had finally come off, Draco went back up to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

When he pulled away, he stuck two of his fingers in the bowl of frosting and held them in front of your lips. "Open."

You obeyed, opening your mouth to welcome Draco's frosting covered fingers. Your lips closed around them, your eyes looking up at him innocently as you slowly sucked the frosting off his fingers.

"Fuck, such a good girl." His voice was low, raspy. "You're my good girl, yeah?"

"Always," you whispered.

He smirked. "That's right."

Next, he scooped up some more frosting with his fingers and dragged it along one of your breasts. His craned his neck down, sensually sucking the frosting from the sensitive skin of your breast as he relished in your delighted sighs.

He swiped more frosting with his fingers, spreading a line of it down your stomach and even some on the insides of your thighs. He bent down, looking up at you through his thick eyelashes as his tongue dragged upwards, slowly licking the frosting off of your stomach.

You moaned breathily as his mouth moved to the remaining frosting on your thighs, his hands hooking under your knees to keep your legs apart.

"You're mine. All of you," he spoke huskily between each sloppy, drawn out kiss against your thigh. "Just relax, pretty girl. I'm going to make you feel so good."

He pressed a kiss to your lower stomach before finally bringing his head level to where you needed him most. You let out a quiet, shaky breath when his tongue did a teasing swipe up your folds. His mouth finally latched onto your clit and you moaned, filling Draco's stomach with butterflies. The pride he felt at seeing you like this under his touch was a feeling like no other.

You reached down and ran a hand through his platinum blond locks, pulling every once in a while. "You're doing so good, Draco. Fuck, that's it. You're so good at this."

Draco's cheeks flushed and he moaned against your clit at the praise, making your thighs tighten around his head for a second.

His tongue flicked your clit in a relentless pattern and your legs began to shake a bit. You began to feel your release slowly building, and Draco could tell.

Continuing his flawless work on your clit, he slid two fingers inside you and curled them perfectly to press against your g-spot.

You let out a cry and he pulled his mouth away to flash a smirk of pure arrogance and satisfaction. "That feel nice, darling?"

"Yes, fuck," you moaned. "I'm gonna cum."

His mouth returned to your clit, his fingers still pumping your hole. When he hummed against you one last time, your climax finally hit you. You lost your train of thought for a moment and your vision went white, your thighs clenching around Draco's head.

Despite your orgasm finally dying down, Draco kept working his mouth and fingers. Your breath hitched and you whined as he overstimulated you.

The overwhelming feeling Draco was giving you quickly induced your second orgasm. It built rapidly and washed over you without warning.

"Fuck," you breathed as Draco worked you through your high, tremors wracking your body.

"That's it, love. Ease up," he spoke gently as he stroked your thighs. "You did amazing."

He stood up and helped you sit up straight before grabbing your face and kissing you with passion. You put your hand on his chest and kissed him back sloppily. He pulled away and smiled lovingly at you.

"Happy birthday, my love."

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