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Hello everyone, I'm back into writing (sort of), and I figured what better way to let you all know about that than with a smutty one-shot?
If you want more details about my other stories, it's all in my updated bio. Now, here it is, the product of late night/early morning imagination, and my Christmas (or whatever holiday it is you're celebrating) present to you!
"Seriously, Malfoy?" Hermione huffed in annoyance for about the tenth time that particular evening, being presented with his idea of a date - which was, yet again, his favourite 8 Ball Pool establishment.
She turned to press a pointed finger into his chest, but the only result that prompted was his notorious smirk coming out of hiding and plastering itself all over his smooth features. In passing, it occurred to him just how adorable she looked right then, slightly pissed off with a touch of attempting to look scary and suddenly his smirk turned into that on-again-off-again smile you get when trying to stop the corners of your mouth from lifting automatically.
"I'm not even sure why you dislike it so much. Were it not for your absolute lack of trying, you actually have the potential to stop being such complete rubbish at it." he affirmed reassuringly, placing a warm hand on her waist, letting it drop at its own pace until it set comfortably on her pencil skirt covered right hip.
"Only you can make a compliment sound like an insult." she retorted, though her tone was less accusing than it was endearing, he noticed.
"It's a gift." Draco shot back, squeezing her skin through the soft material.
"Wish I could get it to stop giving."
He grinned with amusement, but didn't continue their banter as they made their way towards the counter, asking the owner for one of the rooms.
Despite what Hermione thought, there was a clear reason why this was his favourite place - each pool table had its very own room. You couldn't close the doors or lock them, but if you were to pick the room at the end of the corridor, for example, the chances of anyone interrupting your privacy were fairly slim.
Now, if the owner thought it suspicious that the young couple specifically asked for the last room, he didn't show it, instead providing them with the number they needed and offering to be of assistance should they require anything else.
"You want anything, love?" Draco asked, but she had turned and was already a few feet away from him, and somewhere in the back of his head he briefly registered how she looked no less than perfect that day, before his eyes set on her round ass and he found himself fantasizing about all the things he'd do to it later.
She melted a little at his question, but chose to answer with a plain 'no', as not to mess up her routine of keeping him focused on her body - which she knew he was, with her restless curls tamed in a messy bun, a loose-fitting yellow shirt tucked neatly into her red cotton skirt (she was, as per usual, a Gryffindor to the bone) and a simple pair of flats, she was confident he followed the way her hips swayed with every step she took.
Soon enough though, they were both ready, cues in hand and the table was set.
"Can I start it?" Hermione asked sheepishly and Draco took a quick second to think before nodding.
"If it means I can keep bringing you here, by all means."
"You'd keep bringing me here no matter what."
"Well, yes." he replied with a grin, causing her to roll her eyes at the blatant disregard of her wishes.
After she was finished picking up the blue chalk and rubbing it over the tip of her cue for better contact, Hermione took her position, lowering her front towards the table for a better shot and noticed out of the corner of her eye how Draco's sight immediately switched over to her breasts being pushed together.
"See anything you like?" she asked, lifting her gaze to fully take him in - the fitted jeans, the way his t-shirt clung to his body, leaving little to the imagination as far as his toned abdomen was concerned, the way she wanted to take off everything and let him have his way with her right there, the way -
"I think you saw something you liked, what with the way you're looking at me this second and all."
A small blush creeping up her cheeks, she didn't answer back, instead placing her cue next to the white ball like she'd seen him do so many times, and tried her best to break all the other balls apart.
"Decent" Draco apprehended, sizing up the table and getting ready to strike for his turn, having noticed an easy hit on the left side.
Three shots later, he had already gotten two of the solids in corner pockets, and had left her with a more or less free position to a stripe.
But regardless, she missed. Not that she particularly minded, her personal assessment was that if she kept missing, he'd just end the game faster and they'd both be able to go home sooner.
What she wasn't prepared for, though, was that he was having none of it.
"Miss Granger, I feel like you're not exactly trying your best here."
"Oh, is that so? And just what are you gonna do about it, Malfoy?"
"Bend over." he stated flatly, motioning for her to turn.
"I - what?" she stuttered, and while a small part of her was mortified by the request, she was far too focused on the blood rushing to her cheeks and the familiar sensation in her belly to pay it any mind.
"I said bend over, princess. Don't make me repeat it again." he reiterated and she couldn't help but whimper, feeling her stomach clench and wondering just how wet she was after the first slightly dirty thing he said.
She quickly obliged, her tits pressed neatly against the table, while her ass was pushed up in the air, waiting impatiently for him to cross the distance and settle between her legs. But he didn't rush, no. He took his time, moving slowly, almost methodically, and despite her expectation to hear him unzipping his jeans, nothing happened.
The silence kept building up around them and Hermione couldn't help the anticipation affecting her; she shifted uncomfortably before deciding to speak. "Anyone could walk in, the door doesn't close, what if - " she started, but he interrupted with a hard spank down her ass, shutting her up, save for the loud moan reverberating around the room.
"Don't pretend the thought doesn't turn you on." he whispered in her ear with a low tone, causing her breath to unconsciously hitch at the closeness. "I know it does. I know just how wet your tight pussy is right now, simply because you're wondering what it'd be like to get caught while I'm punishing you for not even trying to aim." he finished, each pause in speech punctuated by another slap landing on her ass.
She inhaled sharply once in surprise, but was otherwise quiet and Draco smiled, remembering the way she sometimes tried to hold in her moans, tried to not give him the satisfaction of knowing just exactly he did to her body.
"Do you wanna be a good girl for me?" he added, his hand now running up and down her skirt in soothing circles.
His strong hands, the smell of cologne, his husky voice, it was all too much and she could barely think clearly anymore.
"Y-yes."
Another spank, followed by another shallow gasp.
"I don't think I heard that properly, so let's try it again. Do you wanna be a good girl for me, Hermione?"
"Yes, please" she replied softly, emphasizing on the 'please' just because it felt fitting to their current situation, and he'd be lying if he didn't acknowledge the way his pants suddenly felt too tight at her submission. His cock was as hard as it could be and all he wanted to do was ask her to get down on her knees and suck him off, but that would have to wait.
"Then lift up your skirt."
Remembering she wasn't wearing panties, she threw a quick glance at the door to make sure no one was watching, and slowly - teasingly, almost - pulled up the flexible material, leaving it to rest just above her hips, not missing the sharp suction of breath on Draco's part at just how exposed she was.
"Holy fuck, princess. You're dripping." he assessed, taking in her beautiful, glistening lips. "Here I was trying to teach you to be proper and you're all naked underneath that skirt. Do you want me to touch you?"
"Mhm. Please, make me come, Draco"
He smiled - a genuine smile at that, at how only he could reduce the Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age, part of the Golden Trio, to a whimpering needy mess - and steadily lowered himself to place an open-mouthed kiss on her bare pussy, letting her think she won; his thumb now applying gentle pressure to her clit, he kept licking her juices with strokes of his tongue until her breathing became labored, coming down in pants and moans.
"More" she begged, just as Draco chuckled at her impatience and stopped, getting up and dragging her skirt low enough to cover her ass again, leaving her to turn around and look at him with confusion.
"Not yet, baby." he mused, her puzzled facial expression urging him to add a nonchalant, self-explanatory "It's my turn to shoot."
All ability to speak left her for a few seconds as she stared up at him in disbelief.
"You're not serious." Hermione said, locking eyes with him and doing her best to muster up a glare.
He grinned. He hadn't been that hard all day and he desperately wanted nothing more than her red, lipstick-covered lips around his cock, but knowing that it frustrated her to no end to be dripping wet for him and not be able to do anything about it was enough to make the wait worth it.
But what he didn't expect, was that she wouldn't be having any of that, either.
So when he lowered his front to the table and prepared to take his shot, the distraction caused by her suddenly boldly pressed palm against his zipper made him lose the current focus in his hands as they trembled and ever so slightly hit the white ball, to the point where it didn't touch anything else and the shot ended up being a fault.
Turning to look at her, Draco squinted his eyes as if he was mad, but all he could distinguish was her innocent smile as she picked up the white ball and was preparing to set it in front of a stripe for an easy point.
"That's cheating." he informed her unfazed "Also two can play at that game, Granger" Draco finished with a murmur, an idea starting to hatch into a plan.
She poked her tongue out at him as she pocketed the ball she had in her sights, and she was too fast for him to have a chance to intervene. But as she analyzed the angles for the next one, he had more than enough time to make his way next to her.
"No." Hermione quickly got out as she felt his fingers on the inside of her thigh.
Her expression was clear, and yet she didn't pull away. Briefly, she wondered if she even wanted to.
"No?" he challenged, moving up along her skin, brushing it lightly with the tips of his digits until he reached her pussy "See, I know you're saying 'no' when in fact all you want is" - he easily slid in one finger and she gulped audibly - "my fingers" - he went deeper - "so deep inside your wet, tight cunt" - she braced herself on the table - "that you moan for me" - her knuckles now turning white from how hard she was gripping it, his fast pace taking its toll - "and beg me for more" - while she pushed her body against him in an effort to gain more friction.
"Not so fast." he decided while pulling out, stealing another gasp from her lips. "I have a deal for you."
She took a step back and cocked the customary eyebrow as a sign for him to go ahead.
"We end this game - without cheating that is " he gazed at her meaningfully before continuing "and if you lose, you don't get to come today. I mean you can get yourself off, but if you do, I won't get you to come tomorrow either. Maybe that will motivate you to play to win" he finished in a jovial voice and looked at her expectantly.
"And if I win?"
"You won't" he replied without missing a beat, his tone the very definition of condescending.
"But if I do?" she insisted with defiance, causing him to smirk at her confident resolve.
Deciding she deserved to pick her own prize on the off-chance that she pulled a miracle and bested him, he gave in after a short moment of consideration.
"We do anything you want."
To no one's surprise, she had lost.
And that was how she found herself about an hour later, back to their apartment, half-naked pressed to the hallway wall, skirt bunched around her waist, her hands struggling to unzip Draco's jeans.
She managed to, finally, and he turned her around so his cock was right there against her pussy, sliding between her lips, rubbing her clit and all the right places that had her moaning for him.
He was already - still? - hard, as hard as he could be, and all he could think about was his full length completely inside of her. Stretching her. Filling her up.
"Draco" was the silent plea that woke him out of his reverie.
"Do you want me to fuck you, princess?" he smirked, his hand finding its way to her tits, kneading the soft flesh and pulling on a nipple until he felt it hardening beneath his fingertips. Her response was grinding herself into him, followed by a breathy "Yes, please, I need it."
"I know." he asserted, switching to her other nipple and applying the same torture "I know you do. But did you think I'd forget you can't come until tomorrow?"
"Please" she whined again, as if it physically pained her not have him inside of her that very second - and fuck if it wasn't the single most erotic thing Draco could have imagined, to be reminded that she wanted him so badly and was his in every possible way.
"No, Hermione, I won't fuck you. I want you to be so wet and turned on that you can't think straight" was the next thought off his lips while spanking her ass once again, eliciting a whimper.
There was a certain amount of awareness in her brain that she should object, but she simply couldn't bring herself to do it - too captivated by the sensation of the sharp sting that his palm caused, the sharp sting that bordered somewhere between pleasure and pain and that she wanted him to repeat so badly.
"On your knees, love." he ordered and she almost brought her fingers down to check just how wet she was, but quickly dismissed the thought, instead settling down and taking in the view of him lazily fisting his hard cock.
Watching him through her lashes, she kissed the upper part of his inner thigh, leaving a trail of licks and small, soft bites, wondering when he'd tell her to stop teasing. But only a barely-there sigh escaped him and Hermione figured that just wouldn't do, so she wrapped her right hand around the base of his length into a perfectly tight grip, before slowly moving her fingers up to the tip and then, just as slowly, back down to the base.
Once.
He inhaled sharply.
Twice.
He was already so turned on, so close to being close, that he felt like her teasing alone could get him off with the state he was in that moment.
Thrice.
"Please" was the inevitable guttural groan that caused Hermione to smile against his skin, before moving her head and licking a path down his whole length, and finally parting her lips, trying to take as much of him in as possible. "Fuck, if you had any idea how beautiful you look with my cock in your mouth."
His voice sent a new rush of wetness to her core and it only made her want to please him more, so she started moving faster, alternating between bobbing her head in an up-down motion and swiping her tongue around the head while one of her hands played with his balls and the other rested on his firm hip for support.
"I'm so -" he started, but she didn't let him finish that thought, instead hollowing her cheeks around him, sucking until she felt him tense up in her mouth, followed by a low grunt as he gripped her hair and pulled her back.
She was ready for him to spill his come against her tongue - she welcomed it, she wanted to swallow every last drop - and was surprised by the action, but didn't have time to react as he started furiously rubbing his cock, coming all over her tits, more grunts leaving his throat at the intense pleasure.
Hermione watched as the creamy liquid pooled in the valley of her breasts, dripping lower, waiting for him to finish.
He did, but she was less than convinced, and smiled up to him. "You're not done" was all she said before she stuck out her tongue and wrapped her lips around his cock again, sucking what was left of his come, until he was perfectly clean.
"Fuck." he exulted, his hand still in her hair, stroking it with affection as she beamed up at him. "I love you."
"Enough to make me come?" she inquired with a hint of hope.
"No. You have to wait until tomorrow."
But as she glanced up and mock-sobbed twice, he couldn't help the smile playing on his lips.
"Although.." he ventured out loud while pulling her up for a loving kiss, his thumb making its way down to rub circles around her clit "I suppose it's already tomorrow somewhere on the globe, right?"
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