Prompt: Plush

Warnings: Sexual Content

Happy Ending Massage

Hermione's eyes felt swollen from how tired she was. She had been up since early morning, and the sound of birds chirping outside confirmed that she badly needed sleep. But nothing would stand. The open book between her and Tom was what kept her glued to that tan leather sofa sofa.

"We need sleep." Tom suggested it as if it was something to take lightly.

Hermione yawned before she gave him the look. "The exams are Monday, Tom. Monday. We need to study as much as we could." Her voice crackled from the exhaustion and she yawned again, causing Tom to yawn as well.

Tom didn't even look tired, compared to how much Hermione felt. She eyed him with an angry, frustrated expression.

"No, we can study more after we sleep, Tom started as he got to his feet, "You seem so stressed. Have you been getting enough sleep?" he questioned as he came over and sat down next to her. She smelled his spice body wash from across the room, but now it was more enticing.

If he knew I liked him...she shook her head at herself physically when she meant to do that mentally. Tom was too popular. There was no telling how much of a hell he'd make her life if he were to find out about her little crush she had on him.

"Here. Let me give you a back massage," he said as he pulled the book from Hermione's grasp and closed it, setting it down on the coffee stand beside the couch they were sitting on.

Hermione's face twisted into confusion. Her tiredness left her without the ability to think straight, but she thought straight about this. "Since when did you do nice things for me? That didn't involve school work?" She questioned him. Her words were almost slurred, as if she were drunk. (Drunk off of tiredness. And maybe his scent.)

Tom got to his feet and motioned with his hands. "Lay down on your stomach.

Hermione groaned sleepily as she turned over without question and stretched out along the couch, crossing her arms beneath her cheek as she closed her eyes and sighed. She had never received a back massage before. The soft back rubs her mother used to give her were nothing compared to the literal idea of a massage.

Tom's skilled, slender fingers touched to the back of her button-down shirt, pushing into her shoulder blades softly while gyrating his fingers in a way that Hermione let out a soft moan from the relaxed sensation it gave her.

"You have a knot right here," Tom started as he rubbed his fingers against the left of her mid-back and earned a pained wince from her. He felt the tightness of a bunched up knot beneath his fingers and his lips formed a thin line. Hermione was more tense and stressed out than he thought.

He was sitting astride her backside, legs curled on each side. Luckily the couch was wide enough so that he could just relax his legs and not fall off.

Hermione was so sleepy she could have fallen asleep right then and there, but she was too transfixed with Tom's hands. She felt him at her spine, then her lower back, down to her hips. He even went back up to her shoulders, forearms. He was giving her a body massage rather than a simple back massage, from what it seemed.

She moaned every time Tom would rub through a knot the most perfect way, and all the while she had no idea that it was music to his ears.

She didn't know her skirt was bunched up, but the hem was crumpled against her upper thigh, exposing the skin her stockings couldn't cover.

"Does that feel good?" Tom asked as he moved back and started massaging her ass.

Hermione would have frozen up had she been more awake. Tom Riddle was touching my ass. She wanted to giggle out about it, but she just smiled with closed eyes and moaned a "yes". All those hours of sitting on her ass and reading all those books...

She hadn't even noticed what Tom's touch left behind - a tingling sensation spreading through her body, down her legs to her toes, up through her core to her chest.

In all honesty, she hadn't felt that relaxed in years.

"Spread your legs," he whispered into her ear suddenly, and immediately she obeyed, her mind beginning to wake up a bit more.

Her eyes opened when she felt him touch her. And not just touch, he was massaging her where no boy had ever touched before. She wanted to ask what he was doing, but she bit her lip and stifled a moan when she felt his fingertips brushing against her clit, just her underwear to block direct contact.

"I wonder how wet Hermione Granger is for me," he murmured darkly, seductively into her ear. "Does that feel good?"

Hermione couldn't stifle back the next moan as she struggled to nod her head. "Yes," she breathed.

She arched her back a bit to give him better access, feeling him press against her back as he massaged her pussy. She felt it now, how wet she had become.

"I want you to feel good," he murmured, leaning over and pressing his lips to her neck.

His fingers were gentle, slow, but just enough to increase the pleasure she was feeling. She waited for that orgasm to build up.

"You want me to make you cum?" he asked her next. His voice was more seductive than dark this time and her legs began to trembled with the power he had over her.

"Yes," she said almost in a plea.

She hadn't gotten off in weeks, probably months - she hadn't kept track. With all that's been going on with the exams...

Who knew that all that was needed was one-on-one studying at her apartment?

He took his hand away for a moment, but only to push up the hem of her skirt so that it was folded over onto her back, exposing her underwear-clad ass. He pushed back the underwear right where he knew her clit and entrance would be, and dipped two fingers into her, spreading her juices down to her clit.

She let out a louder moan this time, the feeling of his hands on her being more than she could ever explain.

She was just thankful her parents were out of town this weekend.

And then she felt it build up, that sweet, aching orgasm - stronger than any she's had before.

His fingers quickened, eyes on her face as he nipped at her neck, thrived off of her moans.

"That's right. I can feel it. I can feel that it's building up," he said, feeling her clit and the muscles in her pussy begin to shake a bit and tighten up. "Cum for me," he growled into her ear.

He had her screaming when the orgasm hit her in waves of shock. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth gaped open to let out the scream, hands gripping onto the fabric of the sofa.

Bloody hell.