Pleasure | By : Eloise Downbadde & Eloise Downbadde Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4233 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: My stories are works of fan fiction. It is not affiliated with JK Rowling/WB and I'm making nothing off of this. It IS however based off a real life relationship I had a few years ago, back when I was a single pringle. :) |
This idea haunted me for three nights before I decided to write it out all in one day. It's probably messy and repeative in some spots but considering I typed it up on my phone in an email draft, I'm pretty pleased. Will continue on, have more ideas, thanks to my personal Great White Buffalo.
I should also add that this song helped kick this entire thing into motion. I just found it and think it's quiet perfect Dramione.
KiNG MALA - She calls me daddy
and you best bet she will be calling him daddy ;)
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"Ugh, Ron, please..wait! I'm not there yet!!" Hermione cried in between his thrusts. She laid on the couch with Ron Weasley between her legs, going for gold. Sweat on his forehead, his face twisted up as he grunted and finished. "Nono, not inside me!!" She shouted but it was too late.
She fell back and blew some hair out of her face, frustrated. "I've told you a million times, Ron. You can't do that. The pill isn't 100% effective!"
"I'm sorry, love." He kissed her on the lips. "You just feel so good. I can't help myself. But I've gotta run" he tucked himself back to his trousers, "Quidditch practice is bound to have started by now. Love you!" He grabbed the pads of his uniform off the table and quickly ran out of the portrait hole. Hermione sighed and quickly cast the "Tergeo" cleaning spell to clear the wet mess her boyfriend left for the umpteenth time. She wasn't sure why she never stopped to walk him through giving her the orgasm she desperately needed. Perhaps she was worried it would hurt his ego to know he wasn't giving her what she wanted, only focused on his own pleasure.
She stood from the couch and brushed down her skirt, he never even bothered to undress her anymore. She stuffed down the nauseating thought of feeling like a human fleshlight and decided she might as well get back to her class work. She pulled out her book and sat in the stool of the small table in her Heads common room, thankful for the privacy to sulk.
"Well. That was deeply disturbing." Malfoy's voice startled her and she dropped the book.
"I...we thought you'd be at dinner!" She stammered, leaning over to pick the poor book up off the floor.
"I stayed in," he finished coming down the stairs and leaned his elbows against the table next to her. He propped his head up, his chin in his palm and looked at her with bored, disinterested eyes. "Quite the pathetic show. You'd think a pureblood like Weasley would be better at that sort of thing. He's giving us a bad name." He caught her eye and she felt a blush creep, knowing she was caught shagging in a common area. She cleared her throat to avoid a snark about his name being ruined enough.
"Guess you heard all of it, then. I'm sorry, we will make it to my bedroom next time." She averted her eyes to her book, hoping he would drop it and move on.
She tensed her shoulders as he didn't move or speak but settled his gaze on her and she felt more and more tense, her spine tingling. She crossed her legs, refusing to meet his look despite it burning a hole into her head, metaphorically.
He finally stood and moved past her to the kitchenette and clicked on the kettle she brought with her. He had become fond of making tea the muggle way, considering it was the only item she brought from home he liked, she was pleased with sharing it. He had been quite pleasant since the start of the year and she didn't want to break the ease of life she had sharing living quarters with him. She would have to tell Ron that the common room was off limits from now on.
"Does he always leave you twisting and unsatisfied?" he asked like you'd ask someone where they bought their shoes. Clearly a topic he felt no embarrassment over.
"No! Of course not!" She lied, her voice pitching up in a way he knew was her obvious tell. He leaned against the counter and crossed his ankles.
"Mmm. So yes. That's a shame. Women are wonderful creatures. It's a pleasure to give them pleasure." He drawled, again, casually. She finally looked over her shoulder at him.
"Would you pour me a cuppa?" She bristled being called a creature but trying to stay on good terms she ignored it and tried to move the topic elsewhere. Anywhere else would do.
"Sure." He stepped back towards her, making her glance up at him, the kettle rolling in the background the only sound for a while until he spoke again. "When is the last time you got any pleasure from him?" He sneered out the last word, not wanting to give him any dues by calling him by name, like it was poison. His eyes were calculating and bore into hers as she stammered.
"I don't know-" She fumbled for words. She could lie again, which he obviously could tell or admit she needed help getting through to Ron. Sex was supposed to be more than rutting into someone to completion, wasn't it? And maybe Draco would be able to help her sex life. He was supposed to be experienced in ways she wasn't. Even an intelligent witch knows when to ask for assistance when shes out of her depth. The kettle pitched it's tune and he tore himself from her face to go pour them each a mug of hot water.
"The usual?" He asked, turning to her, holding a small teabag up. She nodded, words not forming like they used to. As it turns out, trying to be a calm and collected person while sexually frustrated is more difficult than she realized. And the closeness of Draco Malfoy, the lean, aloof and handsome Head Boy, seemed to be having an effect on her. Particularly his casual manner in speaking of sex and pleasure, his calm and still demeanor saying things she never spoke in mixed company seemed to flustered her the most.
He brought the two mugs back to the table and set hers down above her book. He held his own in his hand, standing next to her, turning his head slightly, studying her. She felt like a piece of meat as she noticed him looking her up and down. Her face was definitely turning red with embarrassment. "Did you know, that most mammals developed a curved penis to remove rival sperm from their mate? They called it post-copulatory sexual competition." He gave her a small smirk, "wolves, lions, walruses, Griffins they think, and...humans." He glanced at her hand, in the middle of turning a page and finally set his mug next to hers. In a swift movement, faster than she could respond, he grabbed her stool, rotating her to face him and leaned close to her.
"I can help you. If you ask for it, of course." His breath blew against her face and she felt her body start to tremble with anxiety. He was never this close to her, the cologne he wore was just strong enough to pick up the scent, unlike Ron who practically bathed in his. She gathered herself the best she could.
"I suppose I could use a little," she swallowed a lump in her throat. "Help." She vaguely felt his hands against her knees, thumbs stroking in a delicate touch she never thought possible. It felt almost erotic but surely that's not what he was trying to do. The fact that his hands were so large he engulfed her entire kneecap was stoking a flame of excitement. He was such a large presence it was daunting. She had been close to an orgasm when Ron left her high and dry, that must be why everything the smirking wizard did seemed to be igniting desperation inside her.
She noticed his eyes darting to her mouth and back up to meet hers. He was contemplating something, searching her face. "You deserve more." He whispered before he covered her lips with his. Complete shock rushed through her body, tense and trembling all the same. His gentle open mouthed kisses were so sensual it was overwhelming her ability to think. Her brain felt like static from a television set on the wrong channel, his mouth with gentle pressure against hers.
His hands moved up her thighs, squeezing and stroking as they ventured closer to her groin, pushing her skirt up for the second time in almost an hour. She realized suddenly she was kissing him back, his tongue dancing softly against hers, making her body along with her head fuzzy. He broke the kiss to trail his lips along her jawline to her neck, planting more kisses along her throat. Somewhere in her head she remembered her erogenous zones and realized that Ron never touched a single one of them.
"What are you-" She finally found words, her hands gripping his oxford shirt, weakly pushing him back but desperate to pull him closer. His hands had reached their goal, a single finger tracing her folds. She felt him smirk against her skin.
"No knickers, Granger? You're full of surprises." He captured her lips again, the feeling different, hungry almost. She whimpered at his movements under her skirt and inched herself closer to the edge of the stool, trying to get the teasing to flourish to pleasure. He chuckled against her, moving his other hand to her ribs, just under her chest, to hold her steady and the other slid his finger inside her. Curving up and against a spot she knew existed but never touched.
A small moan came from her lips as he slowly pumped his finger out, then in and curled up in the motion repeatedly. She felt her face flushing and jerked her hips forward with each move. It felt so incredibly good. He pulled the digit out from her, slipping it into his mouth and cleaning her moisture off. He made a pleased moan before he slowly kneeled down infront of her. Her lidded eyes snapped open, redirecting her focus to the beautiful blonde hair as he placed the same open mouth kisses on her thighs, traveling closer, her nerves reaching a new spike of anxiousness and excitment stirred together.
"Ma-Malfoy.." She spoke hushed and he gave her a tiny nip with his teeth as a reply causing her to jolted. He dragged his tongue over the tiny bit of red and hushed her. Then he paused, destination reached, letting his breath puff against her sex. She was swollen, aching, an unsatisfied quim that quivered in excitment and fear all at once. His other hand mirrored the first, holding onto her side to keep her balanced.
She was thankful for the grip he held when he dragged his tongue across her folds, making her arch her back and shift her hips to the very edge of her chair. She opened her legs wider for him, craving more than just a light touch. Ron had never done this, even though he insisted on receiving oral from her.
He dove into her, her response spurring him on, his tongue moving in ways that made her every thought evaporate as soon as it formed. Her heart pounding in response to the throbbing in her pussy. The rhythm he set against her desperate clit was punishing. Nothing like the gentle motions he had previously been making, like a man starved, he devoured her. His tongue slipping down to probe inside of her before returning back to the bundle of nerves over and over again.
She moaned and gasped and whined, sounds foreign to her own ears, her hands finally burying into his hair, pulling him closer and grinding against his tongue. His name on her lips but she swallowed it. This already felt wrong but so incredibly satisfying she couldn't bare the thought of stopping it. Months of never reaching an orgasm had built up endless frustrations in her core. Her solo endeavors never quite reaching what she needed them to.
And here it was, exactly what she was needing, on the tip of her seat, the man her boyfriend despised pushing her to the edge of orgasm. The thought being shoved to the back of her head over and over until it was buried behind only the primal thought of breathing and reaching her peak. It was so wrong, the way his tongue swirled and swept across her clit, making her legs shake. He pulled her thighs up, putting her legs over his shoulders and she felt the coil tighten in her stomach, a new angle, his mouth closing around her and sucking like he would die if he had to stop.
She keened, her body arching, balance the last thing on her mind as the stool rocked backwards, his strong hands holding her upright. The pressure was too much and she was babbling, she knew she sounded feral. "Oh gods" and "please" and "don't stop, right there." Were the only words in her vocabulary as he pushed her closer and closer. He hummed a satisfying noise at her words and with a flick and twirl of his tongue, she came undone. Her body tense, wailing as she came and he licked up everything that flowed from her. His movements gentle and tender, letting her ride the high as long as she needed.
When her legs shook violently at each motion and she was pushing his head away from her core, he stopped. Looking up at her, his eyes glazed over and he licked his lips. It was only then she realized he had picked her up, the stool must have fallen because he had stood and was holding her in the air while not once stopping his mission. It made sense now why she felt she was floating, higher than she typically was in this room. She was completely at his mercy, her face must have shown her panic as he soothed her with a hush and his thumbs rubbing against her rib cage. He took two steps to the left and pushed the clutter on the table to the floor and placed her onto it.
She went to protest, 'my book!', the only part of her brain that seemed to remain in tact. But with his hands free, he leaned down to pick it up, careful of the place she was at. He folded a corner down before he closed it and placed it on the vacant stool, meeting her eyes in a knowing way with a smirk on his face. He returned to her, pressing his lips to hers, a groan pulled from him when she pushed her tongue into him, wanting to taste herself. He leaned into her, letting her run her hands up his chest to the nape of his neck, his hands working at the buttons on her shirt.
She felt sudden shame and embarrassment resurfacing. She tried to piece together words, still hazy from the waves of pleasure that overwhelmed her moments before. "That was... I don't underst-Ooh!" Her back arched again, her shirt open, her bra tugged down to expose her breasts and his mouth latched onto her nipple. His fingers again teasing her entrance, this time two fingers probing, stretching her. His other hand unbuttoning his trousers, stroking himself through his pants.
"Malfoy" she tried to clear her throat and gather herself back together but he cut her off.
"If Weasley isn't up for the job, I'm more than happy to give you what he can't manage." The look in his eyes was lustful and dark, his fingers replaced suddenly by the head of his cock, brushing up and down her entrance. He buried a hand into her hair and pulled her head backwards, latching his mouth on her neck, sucking roughly to leave a love bite and moaning as his tip rubbed against her clit, completely soaking him. He didn't move to enter her, he waited, kissing up and down her neck, it was up to her to make the next move.
She felt so lost, so buried in want and desire pooling in her belly. The excitment thrumming through her, she shifted her hips forward, pushed toward him, whispering, "Please," once again. He didn't waste a second, sinking into her, gritting his teeth and staying still to allow her a moment to adjust. She cried out and there were tears in her eyes at the slight pain. He was thicker than Ron and she still ached from him earlier. Draco kissed her delicately, brushing her tears from her face, stroking her cheek before he slid back out and in, gently rocking. Moving further into her bit by bit, moving his hips, grinding into her, his thumb rubbing her clit to bring her back to pleasure and away from the pain.
She gasped, his cock filling her in a way she never felt before. It seemed he curved sharply upward, making him push against the extra sensitive spot inside her. A sensation she never felt before flooded over her as he rocked back and forth, agonizingly slowly going in and out of her, kissing her lips and pulling her body to his. She broke away from his lips and placed her forehead against his, rolling her hips and wrapping her legs around his waist. She stared into his eyes for a moment, a quick conversation without words between them. He fished out his wand from his back pocket and placed it against her pelvic mound.
He whispered a contraception charm, remembering overhearing her aggravation earlier and she felt heard in a way Ron never managed to hear her. The memory from just a short while ago made her blush, shutting her eyes and focusing on the feeling of him inside her. She felt terrible but amazing, digging her heels into his lower back, urging him into moving forward, ready for what he could give her. For whatever he wanted to give her, she would take it.
He captured her breast again in his mouth, his hand kneading and pinching her other as he pulled out just enough to push back into her completely, a loud wet sound accompanied a moan from both of them. The feeling was sensational. He started a pace, strong and sturdy with the intention of lasting a while. He wasn't rutting into her to reach his own orgasm, he was focusing entirely on her pleasure. He took her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged her back to his mouth, his tongue making messy twirls against hers, feeling completely lost inside her. His typical straight face filled with emotions and expressions she had never seen on him before.
His hands ran over her; all over her. Her throat, her arms, her stomach, her hips, her ass, touching and gently squeezing or stroking every part of her body. Traveling down to her calf, he pulled it from around his waist and lifted it over his shoulder once more. He plunged deeper into her, a heavy moan coming from his mouth as he tried to hold back, his nails digging into her hips. She arched into his movements, pressure again building inside her in a different way than before.
She felt her legs spazzum as he slid in and out, hearing his labored breathing and the slick slapping sound of their bodies slamming together was pulling her closer to completion. This incredible sexy man, someone she thought hated her, was losing his head fucking her. He couldn't hide behind his stoic mask, he was coming apart as much as she was. She felt her walls clamp down, sucking him into her, the full thickness making her ache with an undertow of pleasure. Her orgasm sprang before she realized it was approaching, his cock assaulting her gspot over and over and launching her into oblivion. She once more wailed, pushing back his name from escaping her mouth and shattered around him.
She heard him swear as his thrusts became erratic, wild and he groaned into her chest, his lips kissing around her collarbone as he spurt into her. His pace slowing to a stop and only their breathing and the pounding in her chest was heard. He gave each breast a kiss before he pulled her bra back up over her chest. He pulled her shirt closed and started to fasten the buttons before he slid himself out of her, tucked himself back into his pants and pulled his trousers back up. She let her hands roam his arms, up to his shoulders and pulled him forward for another kiss, everything blurry and lovely still from such a hard orgasm, knowing she was a dripping mess once more.
She felt the guilt again, a pang as he finished the last of her buttons. His face once again stone and impossible to read. Yet, she couldn't help the tiny spark of excitment she felt. She had just had sex with two different men, back to back. A miniscule part of her felt naughty, a dirty little girl who was so horny, she wanted two men inside her; even though one was incredibly dissappointing and the other sensational.
"I never knew you were such a minx, Pet." He spoke quietly, taking her chin between his fingers and pulling her face to his again for another soft kiss. "You can visit me anytime your boyfriend fails you. I look forward to next time." She felt herself pale, he pulled her to her feet and righted her skirt. "I can't say I know where your knickers are so I'll leave that to you." He reached over and picked up her book, placing it in her hands and waving his wand to bring their mugs of tea back from the mess on the floor. Steeping and hot, ready to be drank, he picked his mug up and walked away, back to his room. The door closing with a click.
"Next time..." She said under her breath, moving aimlessly to the couch and sinking into it. What had just happened would be happening again? It couldn't. There was no way she could handle doing that. The guilt and shame was too much, eating away at her already. She felt suffocated, telling herself that Ron had left her, as he did many times, unsatisfied and Malfoy was merely helping her reach satisfaction. Perhaps as a lesson, something to carry to her boyfriend for their next eventual intercourse. Until he told her, he was offering to fill the holes Ron left in her. He was offering to pleasure her every time Ron couldn't. And in ways Ron wouldn't. He wanted to be the one to please her, he wanted to be inside her after Ron already was; he wanted her. Period. She couldn't believe it. Was that what that talk of rival males was about?
Surely this would be some point of attack. He's going to tell Ron and start a fight and ruin everything between them. What else would his angle be? To mock and torture her or perhaps blackmail? Yet a shiver ran through her, the way he devoured her, the sounds he made when he was inside of her: he wanted more. Draco Malfoy said he wanted more of her. And she wanted more of him.
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If you care to know my personal details of where this idea came from. Many moons ago, I had joined a very good male friend for birthday shenanigans. This friends older brother, on the way home from the bar, leaned over and told me, "If my brother fails to please, come find me in my room. I'll take care of you." And lemme tell ya, this was a guy who was THE hot guy back in high school. Ya know, the one who ignores you the entire time. You bet I jumped on that. And he always had that freeing, nonjudgemental attitude about sex. He could care less if I just came from another persons house, he was going to one up them right that second. Exhilarating.
Until next time!
Eloise Downbadde
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