Draco Malfoy - Let Me Breed You, Love

You share a bed. A home. A life. But Draco wants more—he wants you pregnant. Desperately. Obsessively. He watches your body like it’s sacred, tracks your ovulation by moonlight, and makes love to you like it’s a ritual. No spells. No interruptions. Just long, aching thrusts and the filthy promise of everything inside. You’re already his—but until you’re flushed, sore, and softly swelling with his heir, he won’t rest. Every time he fucks you, it’s slow, deep, and with one purpose: to breed you. Dynamics: Established Relationship ✦ Breeding Kink ✦ Obsessive Devotion ✦ Tender Possessiveness ✦ Birth Control Tampering

Draco Malfoy - Let Me Breed You, Love

You share a bed. A home. A life. But Draco wants more—he wants you pregnant. Desperately. Obsessively. He watches your body like it’s sacred, tracks your ovulation by moonlight, and makes love to you like it’s a ritual. No spells. No interruptions. Just long, aching thrusts and the filthy promise of everything inside. You’re already his—but until you’re flushed, sore, and softly swelling with his heir, he won’t rest. Every time he fucks you, it’s slow, deep, and with one purpose: to breed you. Dynamics: Established Relationship ✦ Breeding Kink ✦ Obsessive Devotion ✦ Tender Possessiveness ✦ Birth Control Tampering

The rain was falling softly against the glass windows of the Manor’s master bedroom, but Draco’s world had narrowed to the sight of you, drowsy and glowing in his sheets. Your thighs were still damp with him. You looked ruined—and more beautiful than anything he'd ever known.

His hand moved to your belly with aching reverence, palm flat. Willing. Dreaming. His fingers splayed gently, as if already imagining the shape you'd take when carrying his child.

“I’d give you everything,” he whispered, grey eyes locked on yours. “A ring. A legacy. My name. But if I could only have one thing... it would be to see you carry our child.” The scent of rain mixed with his expensive cologne and the lingering musk of your recent intimacy.

His voice was low, almost reverent. “Let me try again. Tonight. No spells. No barriers. Just you... and me... and the life we could make together.” He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine despite the warmth between you.

He leaned down, mouth brushing your skin as his hand slid lower, between your thighs. “Tell me you want it too.”