Preposterous
Title: Preposterous
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 500
Characters: Hermione Granger, Zacharias Smith
Summary: Prim and proper Hermione Granger, with her hair pinned back and wearing her quite appropriate-yet-fuck-me skirt was a screamer.
Notes:
Originally Posted: hp_humpdrabbles
Her mouth was hot and tasted sweet. Not every one in his set of Unspeakable could claim they bagged one of their own lab rats. Yet Zacharias Smith knew something nobody else did. Prim and proper Hermione Granger, with her hair pinned back and wearing her quite appropriate-yet-fuck-me skirt was a screamer.
Calloused fingers tangled in loose curly hair, pulling, tugging, as he slid into her in one smooth motion. Lifting her out of her sensible black heels, he pinned her against the wall as their bodies began to move in practiced motion.
Hermione's hands found his shoulders, gripping, as she tried to find purchase. Her blouse was tugged open, buttons scattered across the floor, leaving her exposed. Taking a page from his book, she let her hands relax their grip enough to slide down the front of his chest until they found the first button. Deftly, her fingers slid underneath and pulled, smirking as she heard the rip of fabric as buttons shot off like Christmas Crackers.
"Bitch." He bit down on the sensitive flesh where throat met shoulder, smirking as he heard her moan. "Careful, slut, don't want anyone to hear you."
Her nails bit into his skin. "Preposterous," she managed in between gasps of air. She had warded the door six ways to Sunday. "Everyone knows you're the slut, Smith, fucking your way through the whole Department." Ron and Harry would be dumbfounded at hearing her drop such an expletive, but Hermione believed in using correct diction while speaking.
He didn't have an answer for that. Instead, he focused on making her come, making her scream on his cock. Hitching her lithe and nubile body up a bit higher, he pinned her against the wall again, one hand fondling her delicious arse, free from skirt and knickers, while his other found her clit, rubbing and pinching, driving her closer to completion. She couldn't do it without him.
Her breath hitched and her nails, if possible, dug deeper into his skin as she felt herself rise higher and higher, muscles trembling with the tension her body felt. Hermione's inner muscles fluttered around his length as her hips rolled into his. With a loud cry, she let go, endorphins flooding her bloodstream.
Smirking to himself as her moans reverberated around him, his hips pounded into hers until he could feel the familiar tug at the base of his spine. A few rapid thrusts later, he felt himself spill into her warm and willing cunt. He would, of course, have loved to mark her lace covered tits, but they didn't have time for that.
Five minutes later her hair was pinned up and her skirt was smooth over her hips. The buttons were summoned and attached back onto her blouse. Feeling magnanimous, Hermione did the same for the blonde Unspeakable.
Nodding to him, she undid the wards on the door. "I'll be seeing you, Zacharias."
Zach merely smirked. Of course she would. He still had her knickers in his pocket.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 500
Characters: Hermione Granger, Zacharias Smith
Summary: Prim and proper Hermione Granger, with her hair pinned back and wearing her quite appropriate-yet-fuck-me skirt was a screamer.
Notes:
Originally Posted: hp_humpdrabbles
Her mouth was hot and tasted sweet. Not every one in his set of Unspeakable could claim they bagged one of their own lab rats. Yet Zacharias Smith knew something nobody else did. Prim and proper Hermione Granger, with her hair pinned back and wearing her quite appropriate-yet-fuck-me skirt was a screamer.
Calloused fingers tangled in loose curly hair, pulling, tugging, as he slid into her in one smooth motion. Lifting her out of her sensible black heels, he pinned her against the wall as their bodies began to move in practiced motion.
Hermione's hands found his shoulders, gripping, as she tried to find purchase. Her blouse was tugged open, buttons scattered across the floor, leaving her exposed. Taking a page from his book, she let her hands relax their grip enough to slide down the front of his chest until they found the first button. Deftly, her fingers slid underneath and pulled, smirking as she heard the rip of fabric as buttons shot off like Christmas Crackers.
"Bitch." He bit down on the sensitive flesh where throat met shoulder, smirking as he heard her moan. "Careful, slut, don't want anyone to hear you."
Her nails bit into his skin. "Preposterous," she managed in between gasps of air. She had warded the door six ways to Sunday. "Everyone knows you're the slut, Smith, fucking your way through the whole Department." Ron and Harry would be dumbfounded at hearing her drop such an expletive, but Hermione believed in using correct diction while speaking.
He didn't have an answer for that. Instead, he focused on making her come, making her scream on his cock. Hitching her lithe and nubile body up a bit higher, he pinned her against the wall again, one hand fondling her delicious arse, free from skirt and knickers, while his other found her clit, rubbing and pinching, driving her closer to completion. She couldn't do it without him.
Her breath hitched and her nails, if possible, dug deeper into his skin as she felt herself rise higher and higher, muscles trembling with the tension her body felt. Hermione's inner muscles fluttered around his length as her hips rolled into his. With a loud cry, she let go, endorphins flooding her bloodstream.
Smirking to himself as her moans reverberated around him, his hips pounded into hers until he could feel the familiar tug at the base of his spine. A few rapid thrusts later, he felt himself spill into her warm and willing cunt. He would, of course, have loved to mark her lace covered tits, but they didn't have time for that.
Five minutes later her hair was pinned up and her skirt was smooth over her hips. The buttons were summoned and attached back onto her blouse. Feeling magnanimous, Hermione did the same for the blonde Unspeakable.
Nodding to him, she undid the wards on the door. "I'll be seeing you, Zacharias."
Zach merely smirked. Of course she would. He still had her knickers in his pocket.