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Draco and Hermione Shag, a Lot	By : VulgarAssassin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 33882 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione shifts her hips, wiggling her arse against Draco's cock. The hardness and heat of it pressing into her backside ready to sink deep inside and kiss her womb. His eagerness always makes her wet and dripping for him, they're like drugs to each other.
Draco anxiousness is palpable, his fingers digging into her waist, his face flushed a pretty red and his lips parted as he breathes in deeply.
God, he looks gorgeous like this, looks fuckable like this. It makes Hermione's quim clench, ready to swallow his cock hilt deep.
Hermione takes her time though, she's in no rush despite her body's whining. It's their first time together in little over a month (he's always travelling for curse-breaking work, and she's always arm deep in heaps of ministry documents, not to mention how difficult it is to hide their relationship from their peers), and she plans on savouring him.
Hermione leans over to run her hand across Draco's forehead and down his cheek, her thumb brushing adoringly against the faint sliver of scar caused by the Sectumsempra curse there. She's worshiped all his scars with her lips, and he's done the same to her.
Draco takes his left hand off her hip and reaches up to grasp her hand in his, turning his head and kissing the center of her palm delicately. His plush lips brush across her tan skin sending tingles down her spine.
Hermione's breath hitches at his tenderness and Draco notices, smooching her palm once more before letting go and smirking at her.
She scowls and drags her hand down to pinch his nipple, forcing a yelp out of him.
"That was uncalled for, witch!" he hisses with narrowed eyes and Hermione rubs her thumb gently across his nipple to sooth it.
"Then stop making poncy faces at me, Malfoy. I'm trying to enjoy you."
"Ah, is that right? I think you would enjoy me more while you sit on my cock, no?" he raises a single brow like the pure-blood aristocrat he is, but his eyes sparklingly winsomely and Hermione sighs before pushing her curls off her shoulder and down her back as she stares down at him once more.
His pale-blonde locks mused from her touch, face pink with desire, and his lips bruised red from nips and kisses.
Hermione considers reaching over and taking her cellphone out of her beaded bag to take a picture of him but decides against his when his cock twitches against her arse. He's been so patient, and she wants to reward him.
"Fine, you want me to sit on your cock?" Hermione clicks over the -ck sound and Draco nearly pants from hearing her say it.
"Mmh, if it pleases you, Granger."
"You want me to ride you, to fuck you, is that right?" Draco's closes his eyes and mutters fuck, Hermione's words keying him and making his cock throb.
"Yessss, would—stop teasing me."
Hermione shakes her hips back against Draco's cock a few times, making him moan beneath her. She lifts herself on her knees, readjusting his cock under her dripping cunt and sinks onto him with one smooth motion, filling herself to the hilt.
"Ngh, that—fuck!" Draco moans, his eyes closing as Hermione's warm and wet walls squeeze his cock tightly.
"O-open your eyes, look at me," Hermione gasps out, hips still, as she takes a moment to let his girth and length stretch her. His cockhead presses snuggly against her cervix and the pleasure of it makes her toes curl immediately.
When Draco opens his beautiful grey eyes, thinned by the dilation of his pupils, Hermione whimpers at the sight before she starts riding him, using her hands on his chest as leverage.
She pumps up and down on him, and he moans wantonly, his grip on her hips rough and bruising as he helps to lift her up and down on his cock, increasing both of their pleasure.
Hermione continues to rock against him, drawing whimpers and praises from Draco's lips as he stares at her adoringly. Hermione felt her womb clench, gazing at him, so fucking needy and gorgeous.
"Nghn—fuck, Malfoy. Your cock f-feels so good," Hermione keens as she makes his cock brush over her more sensitive areas with a twist of her hips.
"So does your cunt, Granger, oh Merlin, you're squeezing s-so good, fuck!"
Her slick dampens his pubic hair and as they continue their lovemaking, the scent of it douses the room, and she knows Draco is affected by it when, after a deep breath, he lets out a guttural moan.
Hermione speeds up her rhythm, canting her hips and making sure her clit brushes against Draco's coarse pubes and bone underneath as she sought out her own pleasure. Watching Draco's toned abdomen flex and twitch, she knew he was approaching his orgasm quickly.
"Going to come? Going to come for me, Draco?" Hermione husks, her hands sliding over his abdomen to feel the muscles flex and Gods is it sexy to know what she does to him, how good she makes him feel.
"Yes, yes, baby. So close. W-what about you?"
"Mmmh, yeah, fuck you turn me on so much."
"I love you, fuck I love you, t-tell me what you need," Draco breathes out, his eyes begging for her to tell him what to do to make her come. His adoration for her more potent than any physical act in stroking her libido and all she needs is for him to—
"Come, come, come!"
"N-no, Hermione, please," Hermione ignored her lover's plea and continues bucking down on him. She watches him, his lower lip cupped by his teeth, brows furrowed in concentration as he tries to stave off his orgasm. Hermione is relentless, however, and her cunt keeps gently coaxing him with flutters and undulations until he finally erupts with a choked sob.
His warm, thick cum was almost like a lotion of sorts, luxuriating against her walls, splashing against her womb and sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
Hermione rides his still throbbing, ejaculating cock and Draco let out a pained keen, the sensitivity overtaking him.
"H-Hermione, fuck, this feels—"
"Ngh, take it Draco," Hermione demands with a pant, her eyes never straying from his flushed face and bleary eyes.
She drinks in his appearance like a camel drinks water at a river.
When his orgasm finishes, and his cum leaks out of Hermione's cunt and down the creases between his thighs, Hermione leans back, running her fingers through the mess of fluids at the base of his cock and drags them up to her needy and engorged clit, rubbing circles around it.
Draco's warm hands, rubbing patterns on her trembling thighs along with her walls clenching on his semi-hard cock have Hermione on the precipice.
Draco sweet praises nearly push her over, and when he says, "I love you," she finally comes so violently she falls forward into Draco, breathing raggedly against his chest. He holds her there as her orgasm wracks through her thighs and quim.
Draco runs his hands through her hair and rubs circles on her back as she recovers from her high.
After, he tilts her head and kisses her sweetly, so sweetly her cunt clenches against his softened cock and he lets out a hiss before it turns into a chuckle.
"Love, that was amazing, you did so well," he murmurs against her lips, and then runs his nose against hers nuzzling into her.
"It was amazing for me too, I-I love taking care of you," she whispers like it's a secret rather than a pervading thought in her mind whenever he's near.
Draco leans back to look down at her, his jaw clenching and unclenching in nervousness.
"What is it?"
"I—my mother's ball, the one for St. Mungos is next week—"
She interrupts him, "Yes."
He blinks at her, shock turning into excitement, "I—are you sure? I want you, Hermione. I want to show you off, I want everyone to know you are mine and I'm yours, but you never seem—"
Hermione shuts him up with a kiss, meant to be chaste, but when he moans, his lips parting, she drinks it in and runs her tongue against his teeth.
She's so fucking addicted to him.
They break, his eyes unfocused and she doesn't know whether to smirk or smile, and her mouth certainly shifts into some strange shape instead, but Draco stares at her like she's a descended angel rather than a woman with a funny expression on her face.
"I'm nervous," Hermione admits, pressing her face into his neck and kissing it, "But I've thought about this for a long time, and if my friends can't accept that I love you and want you in my life, they can fuck off. I know they won't though, they love me, and I love you. Let's go to the ball together, please."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Draco drags her face to his again, an even filthier kiss, and then his pushes her down their bed and he worships her again and again until dawn breaks and they lie in puddle of their sweat and sex fluids, unmeasurably happy.
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