GOD HELP US ALL, I WROTE A NEW FANFIC.
This is purely smut, of course, but still, my first offering in a year and a half. So I'm kind of rusty, but I just needed to write today. So bear with me, okay?
Title: Game, Set, Match
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP, one-shot
Summary: It started out as dinner, but it was really a win-win situation in the end, right?
Word count: ~1,500
Notes: No redeeming social values or plot, whatsoever. Just delicious, tasty smutty Dramione goodness. I enjoy feedback, though!
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She was Granger and he was Malfoy and this was a really bad idea and how did this get so out of hand?
He swore that all it was going to be was dinner and conversation and now they were here, in her apartment and she had the fucking upper hand; shit, he was supposed to have the upper hand, he always had the upper hand--
--she hooked a finger into the back of the red heel and dropped it unceremoniously onto the floor with a clunk, and then followed suit with the other foot, lobbing it over her shoulder, never breaking eye contact with him.
“Granger, what the fuck are you doing?” he said hoarsely, annoyed that his gaze was hightailing it up her legs and to them hem of the knee length wrap dress that was supposed to be conservative but was turning him on. Damn it, he cursed silently.
“I’m taking off my shoes,” she said conversationally, as she propped her leg on the couch and slid her hands under the hem of her dress.
Not the stockings not the stockings not the-fuuuuccckkk, he thought as she peeled off one stocking, then the other.
“Isn’t it a little presumptuous of you to think that-“his concentration was momentarily broken as she moved her hands to the tie behind her back.
“To think what, Malfoy?” she asked, as she pulled the tie. Her hand stilled and she looked at him quizzically, the silky fabric bunched in her hand at her hip.
“…that I’m going to sleep with you?” he finished, as he stepped closer to her.
“I don’t think, Malfoy.” She grinned.
“Then what?” he asked, half knowing the answer and hoping she’d say it aloud.
“I know.”
She dropped the fabric in her hand and shrugged out of the dress, letting it pool on the floor at her feet.
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He was Malfoy and she was Granger and holy shit she just took off her clothes in front of him, standing there in nothing but a bra and panties. It was killing her to not cross her arms and try to cover herself.
To be honest, she hadn’t really planned on this when they had agreed to dinner but he was such a smug bastard that for once, she wanted to pull the carpet out from under his feet and do something to make him falter. She was hoping this was going to work because she really, really did not want to have to change jobs and skip the country in embarrassment.
She looked at him and watched those silvery grey eyes appease her. He was quite literally mouthwatering in his dark suit, crisp white shirt, and tie, with broad shoulders that tapered off into a narrow waist. He was like a tiger, all lean and predatory. She shuddered a little.
She summoned up a bit more courage and said, “Well?”
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“Well this,” he replied, before stepping forward and pinning her wrists overhead to the wall behind her. He leaned in and ran his lips along her collarbone, breathing in her fruity scent, aware of the sound of her heart thumping fast. His tongue darted out and licked the sensitive spot under her ear, watching her reaction. She bit her lip, and he could tell she was struggling to be quiet, not wanting to give him an advantage.
He grasped both wrists with one hand, allowing him to tilt her jaw up as he kissed lightly along the edge. He reached her lips and kissed her, her mouth parting to allow him access. He enjoyed how she fought to be dominant, her tongue sweeping along his lips. He broke contact and she whimpered a little. He could feel her breasts pressed snug against his chest, her nipples erect through the material of her bra.
He let go of her hands. “Come on, Granger. Show me what you want.”
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No, no, no, she thought, this isn’t fair, I’m supposed to be in charge. So when he let go of her and issued that statement, she only hesitated for a minute before pushing him backwards onto the nearby couch.
“We need to fix this clothing situation…you’re wearing way too much,” she said, as she pushed the jacket off his shoulders. She started to undo the buttons on his shirt, pulling at the unyielding fabric and tugging the shirt out of his pants. She tossed the garments on the floor and then settled herself in his lap, pressing herself against his crotch.
She looked at him and felt a new wave of lust hit. She wanted her hands all over his body, and settled for splaying her fingers on his chest, trailing them over the planes of his abdomen, watching him shiver in pleasure.
He groaned a little as she explored, and she felt his cock through his pants as her fingers moved over his belt buckle. She rocked back and forth experimentally but stopped abruptly and gasped when he reached up to cup a breast in one hand. His thumb ran along the underside of her breast back and forth languidly, and he looked at her to observe her reaction.
She buried her head in his shoulder, muffling her slight moan. He unsnapped the bra and threw it to the side, watching her nipples pucker in the air. He rolled a nipple experimentally between his thumb and finger to see what she would do.
She pressed her breast into his hand and mumbled into his shoulder.
“Look at me, Granger. I want to see your face while I play with your tits,” he breathed into her ear.
F-f-f-fuck, she thought, as she withdrew her head and looked at him, her eyes drifting shut.
“You like this, hmm?” he said, pulling on the bud and pinching gently.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Yes, what?” he said, as he lowered his mouth to her breast, tonguing the nipple.
“Yes, fuck, I want it,” she said, threading her fingers into his hair.
He switched his lips to her other breast and licked, before drawing it into his mouth, sucking and nipping slightly. He curved his hands around her waist and pulled her flush with his naked chest.
“Do you like it when I talk dirty to you, hmm?” he asked, knowing the answer.
“Yes,” she hissed, as his hands travelled down to her bum, sliding his fingers under her panties.
He was enjoying how reactive she was. Her face was pink and her hair was messed up, and every time she took another gulp of air, her breasts bounced up and down. He caught a mental picture of how her tits would look if she was riding him, and his dick strained against his pants, almost painfully so. He reached down and unbuckled his pants, shoving them down roughly.
“I want you,” he said, “so badly.” He moved her so that she was lying underneath him. “Let’s see if you want me just as much.” He reached down and cupped her intimately, feeling her arousal.
“You’re so wet,” he said, moving his finger back and forth over the panties.
“I know,” she said, grinding herself against his hand. Her eyes opened. “Stop being such a tease before I have to kick your ass out and finish this myself!”
He smirked, and shoved the crotch of the panties to the side. He drew his finger in circles around her clit before flicking the sensitive bud once, then twice. She moaned audibly.
“Tell me what you want,” he said seductively.
“More, more,” she panted. She could feel her orgasm building.
“You’re going to have to do better than that,” he replied, as he rubbed the lace of her panties over her clit, creating friction.
“I want you inside me,” she said, as he slipped a finger inside her.
“Come on,” he coaxed, wanting her to say the words.
“I want you to fuck me,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He manoeuvred them so that she was straddling him, her torso pressed to his, her hair in his face. She gasped as she slid down onto his cock, adjusting to the delicious fullness. She started to move, and he groaned, burying his face in her hair, kissing her neck. His hands ran the length of her back as she fucked him, slow and steady.
He could feel his release building as his balls tightened and he met her thrust for thrust. She was tight and fit him like a glove. He was trying to hold off as long as possible, wanting to make it last.
“I want to see your face when you come,” he said jaggedly.
She was losing her focus as the threat of her climax coiled tightly in her belly, the pleasure intensifying. He pulled her in for a kiss as he thrust up one last time, as they both succumbed to release. She collapsed on top of him, her legs entwined with his, their slick bodies stuck together.
She looked at him. “You’re Malfoy.”
He looked at her. “You’re Granger.”
“You win this time,” she sighed, smirking at him.
“I look forward to a rematch, then,” he replied, tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her to the bedroom.