012. Skin / 013. Sacrifice / 155. Kiss Me / 149. Pants / 185. Smile / 286. Beautiful / 249. Will /..
Author: all_fics
Fandom: Harry Potter
C/CP: Draco Malfoy / Hermione Granger
Summary: Stupid curl. He wished he was the curl to bury himself inside her too.
Prompt Word: Skin / Sacrifice / Kiss Me / Pants / Smile / Beautiful / Will / Orgasm / Body / Torment / Teach / Amber / Lavish / Good / White / Please / Physical / If / Relief
Word Count: 2, 340
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling. I don't make any profit with this. Please don't sue me.
Draco looked at Hermione as she slept like an angel next to him. Her skirt was dangling above her legs, hiding her creamy thighs underneath. His eyes followed up her torso and arms, to her chest, were her breasts lay. Her cleavage was not the hugest one, but made him want to bury his tongue along its small curves; or maybe not just his tongue. To make things worse, as she moved her head slowly, a small curl entered just between her breasts. Stupid curl. He wished he was the curl to bury himself inside her too.
Just as he was observing her pink lips, her legs moved forward. Since she was laid to her side, this didn’t make much of a difference to Draco from where he was. However, he knew that, if he moved to behind her, he would get a view of her panties.
Oh Merlin, this situation was unbearable.
He didn’t know if he should just go and see them, and touch her, and make her come with his finger’s strokes. On the other hand, she trusted him by merely falling asleep in an empty room alone with him. He should respect her by simply not doing that. She looked so innocent and breakable in her sleep. Draco even wondered if she had ever had an orgasm.
His brain exploded at this point. Did she ever? He knew most guys in Hogwarts, who desired Hermione, wanted her for her innocence. To have the change to be the first ones to corrupt her. To simply bury themselves in those delicious, voluptuous thighs. He was beginning to get crazy. He needed to touch her so hard. He craved to hear his name between her lips while she convulsed at the simple touch of his fingertips.
He woke her up.
Anxiously, he saw her eyelids slightly open, as if the thin light hurt her skin. “What’s happening?”
“Hermione?”
“Why did you wake me up, Draco? I was sleeping so well.” She yawned.
“Did you ever have an orgasm, Hermione?”
Suddenly her eyes and mouth blurted open. For a mere second he thought he had gone too far and she was going to slap him. Still, her hand didn’t lift up and her cheeks began to turn crimson. How he loved to make her blush and see those cheeks red. Every time she felt embarrassed by his bold questions and his sexual compliments, he felt need to possess her right in there. At those moments, he could almost see her eyes darkened in lust and desire. Merlin, how he longed for her.
“Well, you see… Not properly.” She closed her eyes. “I know all the theory but I never practice.” This made Draco’s mind wonder. “Why are you asking, either way?”
“Hum… I want to teach you, Hermione”
“What?”
“You’ll like it, I promise.”
“I don’t know. It’s a very private moment.”
“Please...” He penetrated her eyes with his, to show her how he needed this. “You won’t even need to remove your skirt or the shirt”
He saw her uncertain eyes turn into certain ones. He knew she wasn’t ready, yet, to take the final step and he didn’t want to force her.
“If you don’t-”
“I’ve heard it’s so good.” She interrupted him, her voice a little shaky.
“If you feel comfortable with it, it is.” If he couldn’t touch her, at least he could watch her. “I would love to see you do it. It would be good to me too.”
He saw the thrill and fear mixed up in her body. How her left hand was grabbing her hip firmly. Her body rolled to the left side and breasts pointed to the ceiling. He saw how her legs were slightly rubbing to make some friction between them. At this moment, Draco knew she was willing.
To make her more comfortable and excited, he touched her neck with his fingers, feeling her soft skin. He closed his eyes and felt her head move to watch him. He approached her face and kissed her swollen lips. As he withdrew, he listened to her hard breath. He still didn’t open his eyes, afraid she would go back to her silent decision.
“Unbutton your shirt and bra and touch your breasts to begin.” He could almost feel her nervousness. “You’ll like to touch your nipples.”
He had never talked to her like that, and guessed she should be confused and curious at that moment. Her mind probably wondering where he had learned those things. If he had not said he would love to see this, she would probably be thinking if he would humiliate her after. Why do women had to be so complicated? Didn’t she understand he only wanted to touch her and be happy for it? He wouldn’t talk about it to anyone, he would keep the pleasure of her body only to himself as he deserved.
As he heard her bra unclasping, he opened his eyes slowly, so she wouldn’t notice. He saw her hand touching the upper curve of her right breast, exploring all the sensation her body could provide her. Whilst biting the lower lip of her mouth, her eyes closed to make things less shameful, her fingers travelled down to her nipple. He saw the pink skin being rubbed and her mouth opening in a moan. Well, she knew the theory that was a fact. Fortunately, Draco was about to presence the wonders of her discovering the practical side.
“Suck your fingers and make them wet.” He saw her hand freezing, but her eyes kept closed. He just hoped this wasn’t too uncomfortable for her, or she wouldn’t reach her orgasm due to nervousness. “I love your breasts, they’re so perky and beautiful; I wish I could touch them.”
He saw her body shiver and her cheeks blush somewhat. He recognised the signs of warmness being spread through her body. She did as he told and licked her own fingers, beginning to caress her nipple again. The self-control Draco was experiencing now was beyond he had ever persisted. With other girls he would be already over them, doing as he pleased. However, with Hermione, he could just watch her whole hand squeezing her breast and the other grabbing the sheets tightly. He saw her round breasts begin to perk up with the increasing hotness she was experiencing. As she pinched her nipple, her knees lifted up and her mouth released a moan.
While Draco observed the skirt slipping down her thighs, he could feel the bulk in his trousers getting bigger. The desire to loose his pants, and simply stroke himself right in there beside her, was unbelievably strong. If she remained with her eyes closed, he would probably do it inside his pants to not scare her. The will to open her legs further and fuck her right now was increasing, as she inserted a hand inside her skirt and panties. He wished that hand was his or his tongue. He would make her moan louder and she would pant harder than she was now.
He saw her hand moving below, probably caressing her labia or touching the clitoris. Draco imagined his hand doing that, his hand caressing her white skin, his lips devouring hers as he trusted inside her tight arousal. He yearned for the moment he would see her hair tousled, her mouth screaming his name, her hand grabbing the sheets in despair while his cock shoved inside her over and over again as their bodies reached the final pleasure.
Her rising moans and mewls were not helping his imagination. He could almost swear she was already fucking herself with her finger, feeling how wet she was inside, without having a clue that his hand was inside his trousers, caressing his hardness slowly so he wouldn’t alert her. He needed so much to release himself it was almost painful to hear her orgasm. He stopped his strokes and watched her body convulse and her mouth open in a display of pure climax.
Her body relaxed and she opened her eyes, not daring to even look at him. He was almost grateful she wasn’t looking at him. Or the moment he sunk in into those lustful amber eyes, he would loose himself and wouldn’t stop in time. He had to congratulate himself for such restraining will power. He was trying to think about other things other than Hermione’s almost naked body next to him. Quidditch. Madam Hooch. Madam Hooch without Quidditch robes. His displeasure must have spread through his face because he heard her melodic voice.
“Was that bad to see me?” Her voice was in a shaky whisper.
“Merlin, no.” He opened his eyes and hers were fixed in the ceiling. She hadn’t covered herself yet and her sweaty body was still exposed. Naked McGonagall. Naked Dumbledore. Naked Hermione under him panting and moaning. He slapped himself mentally. “It was wonderful; I wish I could have done it myself.”
“It would have been different?”
“I’m conceited enough to say it would have been better.” He smirked.
“I feel dirty.”
Was she even aware what those words meant to him? That his brain, and his cock, were about to explode because of her?
Her eyes closed and she breathed hard. He thought it was okay to touch, at least, her belly. His fingers circulated lower, near the waist and above her skirt. In his mind, he saw his hand going under her skirt, for the billionth time. To prevent that, he raised his hand to almost near her breasts. Bad idea. They were still bare and mere inches were separating his hand from that pink, tasty, nipple. He grabbed her waist and, immediately, was on top of her, kissing her passionately.
His legs settled between hers and his covered chest touched her naked one. He knew he only needed to unzip his trousers and he would be inside her in one second. Okay, maybe her panties were in his way, but that was just another second too. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t compromise what they had over his needs. The only thing Draco could think of to stop him is that this would be all compensated some time later.
He lowered his mouth to the hollow between her neck and shoulder, and sucked there to her immense displayed pleasure. He continued to bite and kiss, his hand rising along her ribs, until he reached the side of her breast.
“Please let me do the same you did to yourself. I promise I won’t go more far than that. You can hex me to eternity if I go too far.” He licked her earlobe and his hand squeezed her left breast, feeling it was as soft as he had expected.
“Okay…” she said in a stuttering voice.
He licked two fingers and rubbed her nipples as she had done. Her moans were now twice as frequent as when she had touched herself. Draco could almost feel how wet she was through his trousers.
“I need to touch you, Hermione. I’ve waited for so long.”
He knew this would resolve her mind about her insecurities. Woman love to see a man needy for them, pleading for their bodies.
He kissed her once again and, whilst continuing to play with her nipple, he rubbed his covered arousal into hers. Hermione mewled inside his mouth and bucked her waist against him. Her eyes were close, so he took the chance to unzip his trousers and loose his discomfort a little. He didn’t remove them to not be tempted more than he already was.
He raised his body and kneeled between her legs, watching the small garment covering her pussy. He could almost smell her juices dirtying the black piece of clothing. He grabbed the sides of her panties and removed them, getting a full view of her gorgeous, covered in brown curls, cunt. Her cheeks reddened again and she bit her lip in shame.
“I don’t know why you are so ashamed.” And he touched her soaked entrance with two fingers. “If you knew just how horny I am, at the sight of you opened up like this to me.”
With his wet fingers, he touched her clit and watched her body beginning to tremble at his touch, the sweet juices coming from insider her and twirling in her curls, making him want to lick them. He slid one finger inside her and felt how tight she was inside, how good she would feel around his cock. He inserted the second finger and her walls tightened around his skin, making him know how his cock would be treated inside her. He trusted his fingers inside her and saw her body pant, her breasts erecting, her mouth open to let her ragged breaths come loose. As he quickened his pace, her body shivered and her hips bucked forward realising an orgasm inside her as her body raised its temperature.
After cleaning his fingers and dressing his pants - but still wanting release - he dressed her with her panties again. He felt next to her, to the exhaustion he was feeling by practising self-control like he had never before. But it was worth it. She was now clasping her bra and buttoning her shirt. When she ended, he grabbed her body and kissed her deeply, getting close enough to make her feel how he still was. She returned the kiss with building passion, as to retrieve everything she didn’t dare to say.
“I feel sticky.” She giggled.
He laughed gently at her playful expression and wondered how she was feeling inside, never had she shared so much intimacy with someone. He was almost grateful for being the first person to touch her like this. He swore more than half the population of Hogwarts wished to be on his place right now.
“I think you need a bath.” He raised an eyebrow.
“Care to join me?” And her eyes penetrated his like fire.
He carried her with kisses to the bathroom.
Fandom: Harry Potter
C/CP: Draco Malfoy / Hermione Granger
Summary: Stupid curl. He wished he was the curl to bury himself inside her too.
Prompt Word: Skin / Sacrifice / Kiss Me / Pants / Smile / Beautiful / Will / Orgasm / Body / Torment / Teach / Amber / Lavish / Good / White / Please / Physical / If / Relief
Word Count: 2, 340
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling. I don't make any profit with this. Please don't sue me.
Draco looked at Hermione as she slept like an angel next to him. Her skirt was dangling above her legs, hiding her creamy thighs underneath. His eyes followed up her torso and arms, to her chest, were her breasts lay. Her cleavage was not the hugest one, but made him want to bury his tongue along its small curves; or maybe not just his tongue. To make things worse, as she moved her head slowly, a small curl entered just between her breasts. Stupid curl. He wished he was the curl to bury himself inside her too.
Just as he was observing her pink lips, her legs moved forward. Since she was laid to her side, this didn’t make much of a difference to Draco from where he was. However, he knew that, if he moved to behind her, he would get a view of her panties.
Oh Merlin, this situation was unbearable.
He didn’t know if he should just go and see them, and touch her, and make her come with his finger’s strokes. On the other hand, she trusted him by merely falling asleep in an empty room alone with him. He should respect her by simply not doing that. She looked so innocent and breakable in her sleep. Draco even wondered if she had ever had an orgasm.
His brain exploded at this point. Did she ever? He knew most guys in Hogwarts, who desired Hermione, wanted her for her innocence. To have the change to be the first ones to corrupt her. To simply bury themselves in those delicious, voluptuous thighs. He was beginning to get crazy. He needed to touch her so hard. He craved to hear his name between her lips while she convulsed at the simple touch of his fingertips.
He woke her up.
Anxiously, he saw her eyelids slightly open, as if the thin light hurt her skin. “What’s happening?”
“Hermione?”
“Why did you wake me up, Draco? I was sleeping so well.” She yawned.
“Did you ever have an orgasm, Hermione?”
Suddenly her eyes and mouth blurted open. For a mere second he thought he had gone too far and she was going to slap him. Still, her hand didn’t lift up and her cheeks began to turn crimson. How he loved to make her blush and see those cheeks red. Every time she felt embarrassed by his bold questions and his sexual compliments, he felt need to possess her right in there. At those moments, he could almost see her eyes darkened in lust and desire. Merlin, how he longed for her.
“Well, you see… Not properly.” She closed her eyes. “I know all the theory but I never practice.” This made Draco’s mind wonder. “Why are you asking, either way?”
“Hum… I want to teach you, Hermione”
“What?”
“You’ll like it, I promise.”
“I don’t know. It’s a very private moment.”
“Please...” He penetrated her eyes with his, to show her how he needed this. “You won’t even need to remove your skirt or the shirt”
He saw her uncertain eyes turn into certain ones. He knew she wasn’t ready, yet, to take the final step and he didn’t want to force her.
“If you don’t-”
“I’ve heard it’s so good.” She interrupted him, her voice a little shaky.
“If you feel comfortable with it, it is.” If he couldn’t touch her, at least he could watch her. “I would love to see you do it. It would be good to me too.”
He saw the thrill and fear mixed up in her body. How her left hand was grabbing her hip firmly. Her body rolled to the left side and breasts pointed to the ceiling. He saw how her legs were slightly rubbing to make some friction between them. At this moment, Draco knew she was willing.
To make her more comfortable and excited, he touched her neck with his fingers, feeling her soft skin. He closed his eyes and felt her head move to watch him. He approached her face and kissed her swollen lips. As he withdrew, he listened to her hard breath. He still didn’t open his eyes, afraid she would go back to her silent decision.
“Unbutton your shirt and bra and touch your breasts to begin.” He could almost feel her nervousness. “You’ll like to touch your nipples.”
He had never talked to her like that, and guessed she should be confused and curious at that moment. Her mind probably wondering where he had learned those things. If he had not said he would love to see this, she would probably be thinking if he would humiliate her after. Why do women had to be so complicated? Didn’t she understand he only wanted to touch her and be happy for it? He wouldn’t talk about it to anyone, he would keep the pleasure of her body only to himself as he deserved.
As he heard her bra unclasping, he opened his eyes slowly, so she wouldn’t notice. He saw her hand touching the upper curve of her right breast, exploring all the sensation her body could provide her. Whilst biting the lower lip of her mouth, her eyes closed to make things less shameful, her fingers travelled down to her nipple. He saw the pink skin being rubbed and her mouth opening in a moan. Well, she knew the theory that was a fact. Fortunately, Draco was about to presence the wonders of her discovering the practical side.
“Suck your fingers and make them wet.” He saw her hand freezing, but her eyes kept closed. He just hoped this wasn’t too uncomfortable for her, or she wouldn’t reach her orgasm due to nervousness. “I love your breasts, they’re so perky and beautiful; I wish I could touch them.”
He saw her body shiver and her cheeks blush somewhat. He recognised the signs of warmness being spread through her body. She did as he told and licked her own fingers, beginning to caress her nipple again. The self-control Draco was experiencing now was beyond he had ever persisted. With other girls he would be already over them, doing as he pleased. However, with Hermione, he could just watch her whole hand squeezing her breast and the other grabbing the sheets tightly. He saw her round breasts begin to perk up with the increasing hotness she was experiencing. As she pinched her nipple, her knees lifted up and her mouth released a moan.
While Draco observed the skirt slipping down her thighs, he could feel the bulk in his trousers getting bigger. The desire to loose his pants, and simply stroke himself right in there beside her, was unbelievably strong. If she remained with her eyes closed, he would probably do it inside his pants to not scare her. The will to open her legs further and fuck her right now was increasing, as she inserted a hand inside her skirt and panties. He wished that hand was his or his tongue. He would make her moan louder and she would pant harder than she was now.
He saw her hand moving below, probably caressing her labia or touching the clitoris. Draco imagined his hand doing that, his hand caressing her white skin, his lips devouring hers as he trusted inside her tight arousal. He yearned for the moment he would see her hair tousled, her mouth screaming his name, her hand grabbing the sheets in despair while his cock shoved inside her over and over again as their bodies reached the final pleasure.
Her rising moans and mewls were not helping his imagination. He could almost swear she was already fucking herself with her finger, feeling how wet she was inside, without having a clue that his hand was inside his trousers, caressing his hardness slowly so he wouldn’t alert her. He needed so much to release himself it was almost painful to hear her orgasm. He stopped his strokes and watched her body convulse and her mouth open in a display of pure climax.
Her body relaxed and she opened her eyes, not daring to even look at him. He was almost grateful she wasn’t looking at him. Or the moment he sunk in into those lustful amber eyes, he would loose himself and wouldn’t stop in time. He had to congratulate himself for such restraining will power. He was trying to think about other things other than Hermione’s almost naked body next to him. Quidditch. Madam Hooch. Madam Hooch without Quidditch robes. His displeasure must have spread through his face because he heard her melodic voice.
“Was that bad to see me?” Her voice was in a shaky whisper.
“Merlin, no.” He opened his eyes and hers were fixed in the ceiling. She hadn’t covered herself yet and her sweaty body was still exposed. Naked McGonagall. Naked Dumbledore. Naked Hermione under him panting and moaning. He slapped himself mentally. “It was wonderful; I wish I could have done it myself.”
“It would have been different?”
“I’m conceited enough to say it would have been better.” He smirked.
“I feel dirty.”
Was she even aware what those words meant to him? That his brain, and his cock, were about to explode because of her?
Her eyes closed and she breathed hard. He thought it was okay to touch, at least, her belly. His fingers circulated lower, near the waist and above her skirt. In his mind, he saw his hand going under her skirt, for the billionth time. To prevent that, he raised his hand to almost near her breasts. Bad idea. They were still bare and mere inches were separating his hand from that pink, tasty, nipple. He grabbed her waist and, immediately, was on top of her, kissing her passionately.
His legs settled between hers and his covered chest touched her naked one. He knew he only needed to unzip his trousers and he would be inside her in one second. Okay, maybe her panties were in his way, but that was just another second too. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t compromise what they had over his needs. The only thing Draco could think of to stop him is that this would be all compensated some time later.
He lowered his mouth to the hollow between her neck and shoulder, and sucked there to her immense displayed pleasure. He continued to bite and kiss, his hand rising along her ribs, until he reached the side of her breast.
“Please let me do the same you did to yourself. I promise I won’t go more far than that. You can hex me to eternity if I go too far.” He licked her earlobe and his hand squeezed her left breast, feeling it was as soft as he had expected.
“Okay…” she said in a stuttering voice.
He licked two fingers and rubbed her nipples as she had done. Her moans were now twice as frequent as when she had touched herself. Draco could almost feel how wet she was through his trousers.
“I need to touch you, Hermione. I’ve waited for so long.”
He knew this would resolve her mind about her insecurities. Woman love to see a man needy for them, pleading for their bodies.
He kissed her once again and, whilst continuing to play with her nipple, he rubbed his covered arousal into hers. Hermione mewled inside his mouth and bucked her waist against him. Her eyes were close, so he took the chance to unzip his trousers and loose his discomfort a little. He didn’t remove them to not be tempted more than he already was.
He raised his body and kneeled between her legs, watching the small garment covering her pussy. He could almost smell her juices dirtying the black piece of clothing. He grabbed the sides of her panties and removed them, getting a full view of her gorgeous, covered in brown curls, cunt. Her cheeks reddened again and she bit her lip in shame.
“I don’t know why you are so ashamed.” And he touched her soaked entrance with two fingers. “If you knew just how horny I am, at the sight of you opened up like this to me.”
With his wet fingers, he touched her clit and watched her body beginning to tremble at his touch, the sweet juices coming from insider her and twirling in her curls, making him want to lick them. He slid one finger inside her and felt how tight she was inside, how good she would feel around his cock. He inserted the second finger and her walls tightened around his skin, making him know how his cock would be treated inside her. He trusted his fingers inside her and saw her body pant, her breasts erecting, her mouth open to let her ragged breaths come loose. As he quickened his pace, her body shivered and her hips bucked forward realising an orgasm inside her as her body raised its temperature.
After cleaning his fingers and dressing his pants - but still wanting release - he dressed her with her panties again. He felt next to her, to the exhaustion he was feeling by practising self-control like he had never before. But it was worth it. She was now clasping her bra and buttoning her shirt. When she ended, he grabbed her body and kissed her deeply, getting close enough to make her feel how he still was. She returned the kiss with building passion, as to retrieve everything she didn’t dare to say.
“I feel sticky.” She giggled.
He laughed gently at her playful expression and wondered how she was feeling inside, never had she shared so much intimacy with someone. He was almost grateful for being the first person to touch her like this. He swore more than half the population of Hogwarts wished to be on his place right now.
“I think you need a bath.” He raised an eyebrow.
“Care to join me?” And her eyes penetrated his like fire.
He carried her with kisses to the bathroom.