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Imagine:
You were Harry Potter's younger sister but you had been dating Draco Malfoy secretly for 7 months. You were on your way to D.A.D.A when you were pulled into a nearby cupboard by your mystery boyfriend.
Minutes later, his manhood was plunged into your desperate core, and you held your hand over your mouth so you weren't too loud - though it was a struggle - and Draco said:
"Don't cover your mouth, I want to hear you moan my name."
Imagine:
You had been married to Draco for several years now and you had a beautiful baby boy, Scorpius. Scorpius was fast asleep in his room, whereas you and Draco were having sex like there was no tomorrow.
You could control the ungodly moans that came out of your mouth continuously. It was the dirty talk you had to worry about. You repeatedly told your husband how good he was making you feel, though he was worried about waking his son up, so he said:
"Shut up, or I'll gag you."
Imagine:
You'd been out all night without your husband, Draco. You got into a bit of an argument before about you going on a girls night, but you went anyway.
When you arrived back to your shared home early hours of the morning, you were welcomed by Draco sat in his lounge chair drinking fire whisky. In his husky voice, he simply said:
"Strip."
Imagine:
You'd gone back to Draco's private dorm after studying in the library for a bit. You always went back to Draco's dorm as it meant you had alone time together more often.
The pair of you always found yourself doing something relatively sexual every night, so you weren't surprised when minutes after you'd arrived you had Draco's cock down your throat.
He thrusted himself in and out, while saying:
"Look at you, you little cockslut. Taking my dick so well."
Imagine:
You're freshly married to Draco, and just come back from your honeymoon, so you were getting ready to go get afternoon tea with your mother.
You wore a casual yet slightly revealing black dress with a cream coloured trendy blazer, Louis Vuitton black heals, and you had your hair curled in a high ponytail.
You walked out of your shared closet so see Draco staring at you, mouth agape. He was silent as you chuckled at him. You went up to him and gave him a kiss on his forehead. He still had nothing to say until you pulled away, he grabbed you, and said:
"Ride me."
Imagine:
You'd been away from Draco for a fairly long time due to a work trip. In fact, you'd just got back today and he'd missed you so much. He took you out for dinner, after taking you shopping.
You then went back home. The place where you knew you wouldn't be getting much sleep that night. And hell you were right.
Draco had you tied by your legs and one arm to the edge of your bed, leaving one arm free. He stood in front of you upright - stark naked, stroking his manhood - and said:
"Touch yourself for me."