A/N; Hey - this is a response to an ask from sootypoodle who wanted Hermione to let Tom know she was giving sex up for lent and for him to find that unacceptable. It was too great a prompt to limit (in my humble opinion) to an answer box and I found that it slipped really well into the University AU. Unfortunately, theres a bit of a time skip so there is no mention of Bella or what she did 3 years ago but there is 2.5k words of pure smut so
Tom stared at Hermione, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not that she seemed to notice, for she continued to work on the essay that had been bothering her for weeks. It was only when she looked up to reach for a book a little further along the table they were studying at in the university library, that she noticed his expression.
"What's wrong?"
Tom glanced at her before he returned to his own essay. "Nothing" he mumbled, "I just thought I heard you say that you were going to give up sex for lent."
"I did."
Tom's eyes widened and he felt his cock, that had already been pressed tightly against the placket of his trousers all afternoon, twitch in protestation.
"You're joking?"
"No."
"Why?"
Hermione shrugged, directing her attention back to the paper in front of her, "because i feel like it."
"But you're not even catholic" he hissed, gripping the pen he held, tightly and resisting the urge to reach across the table and throttle his girlfriend. "How can you want to give up sex for lent?" He sneered, purposefully ignoring the way Hermione was smirking at him. This was preposterous, she couldn't abstain for more than a few hours on a good day, how could she possibly last for six weeks. "Well it's unacceptable Granger. I'm not giving up sex for six weeks so neither are you!" he huffed, returning to his own essay and deliberately not looking at her.
"You don't have to give up sex Tom" she said lightly, Tom could hear the amusement in her tone even if he couldn't see her face.
"I'm not going to cheat on you, thanks love" he muttered just as she said something about his "hand".
Tom ignored her, and they worked in silence for the remainder of the afternoon until Hermione rounded the table and plopped herself into his lap. "It will be fine" she murmured into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe with her teeth and grinning when he growled and gripped her waist tighter, "lent isn't for another three days" she said, her hand moving down his chest, "still lots of time for sinful activities" she husked, trailing her fingertips over the bulge of his erection.
"I hate you" Tom muttered, but he began to put his books into his bag and let his girlfriend pull him from the library and back to their flat.
Tom woke up on wednesday morning, or the day he would come to remember as boner day from hell, with his dick firmly pressed between Hermione's arse cheeks. His hand was just beginning to creep down her stomach to her cunt when she slapped it away and clambered out of the bed.
"What-"
"Nope!" she said firmly, slipping her dressing gown on and tossing her riotous curls behind her, "I told you" she went on, moving towards her wardrobe, "I'm off sex for lent."
Tom sat up, his dick twitching against his navel as he watched his girlfriend get ready for the day ahead, "I thought you were joking" he choked, "tell me you're joking Hermione?"
She tossed him a glare in the mirror, "No."
Tom groaned, fell back into his pillow and wrapped his fist around the base of his cock, squeezing gently in the process, "bitch" he murmured.
Hermione watched him in the mirror and swallowed her own desire. No, she was going to see this through, it would be fine. Still, as she watched Tom work his hand over his cock, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth and his chest glistening with sweat she couldn't help but wonder what the hell she'd gotten herself into.
Hermione had met Tom at a party hosted by Draco Malfoy almost two years ago. They'd gone from acquaintances to best friends to having a serious relationship within six months. They were so suited to one another that their friends had a hard time dealing with them in any capacity. They were both smart and snarky and ridiculously amorous in their affections for one another to the point where their friends had stopped commenting on it because it just made the both of them smirk and proceed to make them even more uncomfortable.
So it wasn't strange for Hermione to find herself on Tom's lap at Theo's birthday party. It wasn't strange for them both to be snogging pretty heavily on the sofa while the party went on around them. And it wasn't strange for Hermione to be grinding over Tom's crotch as they did, his cock pressing hard against her underwear, under the skirt of her dress.
"You're a fucking tease sweetheart" Tom growled against her lips, "you have no intention of letting me slip my dick into that pretty little pussy of yours and show you what you've been missing." Hermione whimpered, but didn't stop.
Three weeks they'd gone without sex, well intercourse. Tom had made best friends with his hand, often taking the opportunity to wank in front of Hermione, to watch her eyes dilate and her breathing get heavier as she resisted the urge to reach across and help him, even take him into her mouth, or to slip her hand into her underwear and join him in a session of mutual masturbation. But she hadn't, she'd lie there and do her best to convince herself that she didn't want to. And so far it had worked. She hadn't done anything and it was killing him.
Wanking wasn't even helping anymore, he had a serious case of the blue balls and Hermione knew it. Ever since they'd gotten together he hadn't noticed how sexual so many of her actions were. She'd squat to check the dinner in the over, her jeans tight across her ass and Tom would groan thinking about her squatting over his cock. She'd bend over, her dress lifting to show the tops of her thighs and Tom's fist would clench as he resisted the urge to flip it up and pound her over the worktop. She'd suck on the lid of her pen whilst she worked on assignments and his cock would weep pre-cum thinking about her tongue rolling around the tip of it instead.
But Hermione was inhell. True, it was a hell of her own design, but hell nonetheless. She was going to wipe the smugness right off Harry's face when she took those Taylor Swift tickets that he'd bragged so much about when he'd got them for him and Theo; swiped them right out from under her nose when she'd been so eager to get a pair. And then he'd bet them like they were nothing.
"We could" she muttered petulantly at Harry's remark that her and Tom couldn't last a single week without sex.
"Wanna bet?" he smirked at her, "bet you won't last the length of Lent? I bet you can't go forty days without an orgasm 'mione" he teased. Hermione glared at him, he knew she wouldn't back down from a challenge.
"For what though?"
"My Taylor Swift tickets for a weekend at your parents house in Cornwall?" he replied instantly, like he'd been waiting a while for this exact opportunity.
Hermione's mouth dropped open, and the word 'deal' escaped her lips before she'd even thought about it, about how Tom would feel about it. Before she'd even got her bastard of a best friend to bet something in return.
She decided not to tell Tom that Harry was the primary cause of his frustration, even if it would be worth it to see his face when she presented the tickets to him, closet Taylor Swift fan that he was.
"Only 12 more days" she murmured to herself as she showered. She glided the soaped up loufa over her naked body, ghosting it over her breasts and almost whimpering as it barely caught her nipples.
"Jesus Hermione" Tom moaned from the doorway. She looked up to see him looking at her, taking in every inch of her soaped up skin, his cock already tenting his loose sweats. "You're killing me woman" he grunted, stepping out of his trousers and slipping into the shower behind her, his cock jutting against her ass, as he wrapped an arm around her waist, let his thumb trail over a nipple and pulled her flush against him. She whimpered then, but remained resolute and quickly washed the suds from her body and stepped out. Tom growled and Hermione nearly lost it - didn't he know how hard this was for her? How much she was suffering? At least he could get off.
"Twelve more days" she muttered, leaving the bathroom and her defeated boyfriend.
Tom had stopped counting the days. He hadn't fucked Hermione in weeks and his imagination had failed him days ago. He'd managed one good wank after their encounter in the shower but that was it. He missed her. Missed her mewling beneath him, whimpering above him. Missed her hot little mouth and her tight ass and - he missed her, but he would be damned if he was going to go out with her tonight to another one of Draco Malfoy's parties when she was dressed like that and had no intention of relieving him.
She'd stormed out of his apartment, muttering about boys and immature and - Tom had turned the tv up and let her leave. It was only when he'd gone into the kitchen to get another beer that he'd caught sight of the calendar Hermione had pinned to the fridge at the beginning of this ordeal. There, circled in black was tomorrow's date, the word SEX written in bold.
Tom cursed and rushed out of the kitchen to change and join her.
Hermione smirked at Harry as he scowled at her and passed her the tickets.
"Thank you" she said, grinning, giddy with excitement.
"Aren't you even going to ask Tom if she stuck to the bet?" Theo grumbled from beside Harry, who only snorted before raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend.
"Have you seen him recently? He's like a fucking casket ready to blow any second. No," he laughed, turning to Hermione and hugging into his side, "she won. Fair and square."
"Who won what?" Tom said as he stepped behind them and tugged Hermione to him, "I saw the calendar" he murmured into her ear, nipping it with his teeth and grinning when she groaned and her head fell back against his chest.
"I won us a pair of Taylor Swift tickets" she said stepping out of his arms and turning to stand opposite, mouthing the words 'two more hours' to him as she did. Tom's eyebrows shot up to his hairline and he was barely able to stop himself from gathering her into his arms and jumping up and down.
"And just how did you do that?" he asked, barely noticing as Harry pulled Theo away from the conversation.
Hermione cringed and became very interested in her drink, "Harry bet me that we couldn't last all of lent without sex. That i couldn't go forty days without an orgasm" she muttered. Tom narrowed his eyes at her as he pulled her to him again.
"Two hours?" he asked, dropping his hand to her bum and pulling her flush against his crotch so she could feel him hard against her stomach.
Hermione nodded, "two more hours and then i'm yours."
"You've waited forty days you can wait forty more seconds" Hermione gasped as Tom pulled her into Draco's room, the room they'd shared their first kiss in, where he'd fingered her for the first time almost two years ago. He pushed her onto the bed, flipped her skirt up, slid her underwear down her legs and spread her pussy open with his fingers to find her wet and ready.
"I doubt even I could get you to come that quickly love" he breathed against her cunt before he darted his tongue out and licked the length of her slit, groaning at the taste of her, sweet and tangy. "Fuck princess" he murmured, slipping two fingers into her and holding her hips down with his free arm as she rolled them against his face in an attempt to get him to shut up, "i missed you." He latched onto her clit and groaned when she came after only a few seconds, her wetness flooding his mouth and smearing his face as he licked and stroked her down from her high.
"Or maybe I can" he grinned down at her as he knelt between her legs and slid into her, filling her to the hilt and pulled her up onto his lap, her knees spread across his thighs. "Jesus Christ you are so fucking tight and we- FUCK!" he exclaimed, clutching her tight and resting his forehead against her collarbone in an attempt to calm down, his cock was acting like it was sixteen again, and he recited details from Professor Sprout's biology class to keep him from coming.
"Tom" Hermione whined, gripping his shoulders and sliding up his cock before slamming back down again, and again, and again. Tom tugged the neckline of her dress down, snarling when he realised she wasn't wearing a bra and wrapped his mouth around a nipple.
"I'm not gonna last" he warned, slipping a hand between them to rub her clit, "come on baby" he hissed, "fucking come all over my cock. Let me fill you up, fuck, yeah like that" he said as she came apart in his arms, for the second time in as many minutes, her cunt gripping his dick in a vice-like grip and milking him of every last drop.
He collapsed against her, both of them falling back onto Draco's bed panting. "Never again" Hermione murmured, stroking Tom's hair and giggling when he nipped her.
"Which one?" he smirked, pulling out and doing his jeans back up before pulling her to her feet and into a languorous kiss.
"Shut up!" she said, breaking away from him and fixing her dress, giving her hair a once over with her hand, "got you your precious Swifty tickets didn't it?"
Tom snorted, but he didn't say anything. He had plans that involved the pair of them naked and unable to walk for the next few days, he didn't want to argue, not now that Lent was finally finished.
