A/N: For the beautiful, egg-bearing, glorious, talented, hilarious FaeOrabel. I love you, my queen.

"Fuck," Hermione grumbled under her breath looking at the closed sign on the apothecary.

She was going on her third date with Theo Nott in a few hours and she had just realised she was out of contraceptive potion. It had been months since she'd been with anyone so she hadn't thought about checking to make sure she still had a phial or two. She'd just finished her hair when the thought occurred to her. Apparating from her London flat to Diagon Alley had only taken three seconds, but still, she was too late. Snape always closed shop at exactly six pm and the wards automatically erected.

Grumbling that she would have to wait until at least the morning to buy the potion and sleep with Theo, she returned to her flat. Fucking Bellatrix Lestrange and her torture meant the birth control charm didn't work on her. Standing in front of her drawer, she was torn. Should she wear the ugly support knickers that help everything in or the sexy lace ones? Finally deciding that just because they couldn't have sex didn't mean they couldn't fool around, she picked up the navy knickers.

But before that, she would have to make it through Theo's boring office Christmas party. As much as she enjoyed spending time with Theo, his coworkers were boring. She often worked with his law firm as she petitioned the Wizengamot for creature's rights and knew them all by name. She'd attended the party the year before as a guest and had almost fallen asleep listening to one man describe laws about Grindylow repopulation.

But this year, she would finally be on Theo's arm. They'd been friends since the war ended a few years back. They'd both had feelings for each other but the timing had never lined up for them until Draco's wedding to Katie Bell three weeks prior. Drunk, Theo had pulled her onto the dancefloor and led her in a sloppy tango before kissing her and declaring, loudly, he wanted to date her.

"Hermione?" Theo's voice rang through her flat as she finished putting her dress on.

He entered her room and his face broke into a smile as he took in her outfit. Wanting to be festive, she had chosen a dark blue dress with silver snowflakes that were so small they looked like diamonds. The magic flakes slowly fell from her neckline to the snowdrifts on the floor-length hem. The constant movement was mesmerising and she had fallen in love with it as soon as she tried it on.

"Merlin, you look beautiful, love."

Turning, she looked at her date. Theo looked sexy in his Muggle tuxedo but she couldn't wait to take it off him. Fucking Snape and his rules, she thought remembering that they wouldn't be able to have sex. It wasn't that she didn't want to fool around with Theo, Merlin knew oral was fun, but she wanted his dick.

"Not too bad yourself, Theo," she told him. "Harry take you shopping?"

"No, Draco and Lucius. I had no idea Muggles had bespoke clothing. I have to say I'm a fan. So much better than the places Harry took me to. Peasant."

"Harry isn't a peasant, Theodore."

"His clothing would suggest otherwise. Don't give me that look. The man child lives in ringer tees."

"You're an arse."

"Yes, but I'm your arse. Ready to go?"

The party was just as boring as Hermione thought it was going to be and after twenty minutes, she was already wanting to leave. Her only saving grace had been when Draco and Katie showed up an hour later and they could ignore the stiffs. Draco was telling her a great story about the Malfoy peacocks chasing Snape the week before when Theo approached them.

"My boss just left, so we are good to leave if you want to," Theo told her.

"Yes, please." Setting her half-empty glass of champagne on a passing tray, she tucked her arm into Theo's and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Want to take me home?"

"See you two later!" he called dismissively to his friends as he pulled Hermione towards the Apparation point. He smirked at her as he took her in his arms. "As soon as we're home, that dress is coming off."

Before she could answer, he'd turned on the spot and they appeared in her bedroom. His lips were on hers and his fingers found the hidden zipper on her side within seconds. Dress falling to the ground, he pulled back to look at her standing there in nothing but her navy lace knickers. Pulling her back into his arms, his fingers found her folds as his mouth crashed into hers again.

"I want you, witch," he panted out against her lips. "Come on my fingers then I'm going to fill that sweet pussy with my cock."

She cried out his name as his fingers pushed her over the edge. He continued to move gently against her until she begged him to stop touching her oversensitive flesh. Her cunt was still convulsing with her climax when he magicked his clothes off and pulled her knickers down. Taking her to the bed, his body covered her's as he lined his cock up with her entrance and began to push inside.

"Theo, wait," she said, coming out of her lust-fueled haze. He stopped and looked at her, his face tight with the control he was using to stay still. "We can't. I'm not on the potion."

"We can use the charm," he said, reaching for his wand.

"It doesn't work on me." She grimaced at her words. Just her fucking luck. Get big dick Theo in her bed and can't even fuck him.

"Fuck," he growled. "We can still play around right? Everything but sex?"

She nodded and he began to move out of her when she groaned and wrapped her legs around his hips, locking him in place. The way he filled her, she wasn't ready for it to end. "Nevermind. You can just pull out."

"Are you sure, love?"

"Just fuck me already, Theo. When you're close, you can finish on my breasts."

Groaning, he slid back inside. "You're going to look so good with my come on your tits."

"Yes! I want you to paint me."

"Oh, Merlin. You feel so fucking good. Wanted this for years."

He continued to tell her how much he'd wanted her, how he'd fantasied about her as he moved in and out of her. Her hands were on her chest, fondling her tits. She wanted her nipples to be rock hard when he came on them. The way his eyes lit up as he watched her, she knew he was thinking the same thing.

Propping himself up on one arm, he moved his free hand down to stroke her clit again, telling her he needed her to come again. She'd been with her fair share of people over the years, but none of them had felt as good as how Theo felt. She never wanted it to end.

"So close, love," he told her, his breathing heavy. "Come for me."

"Don't stop, Theo. I'm right there!"

His cock was rubbing against her G-spot, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. She just needed a little more to get her to finish. Letting go of her breasts, she pulled Theo's hand from her cunt and wrapped her arms around him, tugging him down onto her body so they were as close together as possible. His lips pressed against her neck as he panted. Her clit was rubbing perfectly against his pubic bone with each grind of his hips and she arched her back into him.

"I'm almost there," he grunted out.

He tried to pull way from her, but she wrapped her legs around him tighter. She was so close and didn't want him to stop yet. The idea of coming after he'd pulled out, her pussy having nothing to hold onto as it spasmed seemed like the loneliest thing in the world and she didn't want it.

"I'm almost there," she cried out. "Just a little bit longer."

"I can't hold on, love."

"Stay in me, Theo. Please. I need you in me."

"Hermione! I'm com–"

His words cut off as he yelled her name and she felt his hot seed fill her needy cunt. The way it felt to have him come inside her, knowing she was unprotected triggered the deepest, most primitive part of her. The orgasm that had been just out of reach slammed into her like a tsunami and she couldn't hold on. He clamped her arms and legs around him, giving him no chance to escape.

"Yes! Oh fuck, Theo! Fill me with your come!"

As they came down from their high, Theo's weight pressing her into the mattress, she realised just what she had done. Theo had tried, more than once, to pull out and she had trapped him in with her legs.

"Fuck," she muttered. "Theo, I'm so sorry."

She knew her eyes were wide as he looked at her. A kind smile crossed his face before he leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was slow and deep, more sensual than anything she'd ever experienced before. He cock was still buried inside her, her pussy still contracting around him every once in a while, and his kisses made her want to come again. Dropping one leg from his waist, she planted it on the bed and began to thrust up into him

"Salazar, witch," he groaned. "You'll get me hard again if you keep that up."

"Good. I wasn't done with you yet."

"Is that so?"

"I already came in your sweet, little cunt, love. Might as well fill you up like you wanted."

His words, said without regret or anger, made all her nerves tingle and her pussy, liking what he was saying, tightened around him, trying to keep him inside. They could worry about the consequences of their actions later. There were day-after potions she could buy if they wanted to. For now, she just wanted him to fuck her all night long, pump as much come into as possible, and enjoy the way it felt.

"I want you to," she told him. "All night long."

A/N: Second to last one *sniff, sniff* Remember that I will post the next and final chapter on 24 Dec because I have a filthy multi-person one-shot on the 23rd.

I'm dreaming of a white Cockmas

Just like the ones I used to know!

Where the cocks they glisten, and sluts they listen

To hear, the slap against their ass!

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