Gentle femdom in this one.
Hermione said it once, when Draco waltzed into her office, cawing about her poor snacking habits while bringing her lunch.
She didn't plan it or anything of that sort, it's instinctual, the kind of need she has to mock and tease him whenever she could that had her saying it.
She reached up, patting and musing his hair.
"Good boy," she cooed, tone diabetic.
His face tinted red like she knew it would, but it's not anger or irritation.
Hermione had always been observant, and especially so when it came to things than interested her. And somehow, over the years, from the day he apologized, to the intersection of their social circles, to working in the same department, to dating — she had become obsessed with Draco.
She devoured him, soaked him in. Memorized his facial expressions, his various stances, his posture. Every different line that would appear in his face.
The smell of his cologne in the morning and the residue of it on her bedsheets at night.
The taste of firewhisky on his lips.
The sounds he made, the posh drawl, his teasing tones, the hoarseness after a long day.
Growls, whines, grunts, moans, whimpers.
Her favourite was that little catch he made at the back of his throat right before he came.
Hermione could admit her focus on Draco, the way she knew his tells and ticks down to a T, was embarrassing…but because of it, she could tell right away that Draco was aroused.
His pupils dilated, barely, but she noticed. She wondered if she pressed her hand against the placket of his trousers and cupped him, would she find him hard?
Draco escaped quickly after that, with a rushed kiss and a demand she finished her work in time for dinner.
Later that night, when Draco was fucking her into their mattress, Hermione wrapped her hand around his neck, fingers curling into his soft hair, pulling him close and murmuring good boy into his ear.
His hips stuttered, Draco moaning as he came.
Just like that.
"Oh?" Hermione sighed, her cunt pulsing from the fact she made Draco come with a few words.
"Fuck," Draco said, the heat of his cheeks pressing into her neck as his body laid limp on top of her.
Hermione carded his hair with her hand.
"You really liked that, did you?"
Draco grunted, pushing off her. Hermione had never seen his face so red before. He pressed kisses down her body until he reached between her legs. He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking as his fingers pressed into her messy cunt, stroking her walls.
Hermione let him pleasure her for a moment, sighing and cooing for him, but as her walls started fluttering, and Draco became rougher, she grabbed him by the hair and dragged him off her cunt.
Draco looked even more shocked than when he came prematurely.
"W-what the fuck, Granger? You were right there!"
Hermione's fingers dug into his scalp. "You didn't answer my question."
Draco's eyebrows nearly shot into his hair.
"What?!"
Hermione sighed. Was her boyfriend daft?
"You liked what I said?"
Draco's blush got darker, lips mouthing gibberish before pressing into a scowl.
"Say it."
"Yes, I liked it," he spat through gritted teeth.
Her pussy was throbbing.
Draco was so hot like this. Face flushed, eyes blown out, that look of defiance, but the way he answered, subservient —
Fuck.
Hermione swallowed, slipping her hand down to stroke Draco's wet cheek, running the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip.
His mouth twitched as he leaned into her palm.
"I like that too, Draco. Now are you going to be a good boy for me and kiss my clit until I come?"
Draco took her hand in his own, kissing her straight on her palm. He looked up at her, gray eyes burning with need.
"Yes, please."
And things changed from then on.
"Oh, fuck, this is — Granger, please!"
Draco was clutching his hair, his other hand gripping their bedsheets, knuckles whitening from the pressure.
They tried handcuffs and ropes before, tying Draco's hands to the headboard. It was nice, seeing him tied up like that, unable to touch her. Seeing his arms stretched up, his muscles flexing, the angry and desperate looks he would send her.
But what really got Hermione heated was when she said don't touch and let his hands free, forcing him to writhe and twist them, find ways to preoccupy himself so he wouldn't break her rule.
And he'd follow her rules so well; he was no brat.
Draco wanted to be praised and adored and pleasured, and Hermione loved to give that to him too.
"What's wrong baby?" Hermione mocked, her tongue tracing over his sensitive tip. It was red and throbbing, absolutely dripping precum from her forced edges. Hermione kept his foreskin pulled back and placed a wet kiss on the head, sucking gently until his cock twitched in her mouth and she let go.
"I just—please I'd like to come," Draco's voice cracked. His hand was rubbing his neck now and his face was completely open to Hermione. His face burnt red, his lips parted and panting. His eyes were glossy with unshed tears.
"You will. Don't I always take care of you?" Hermione stroked his cock with her small hands. She pumped fast, her saliva and his precum shiny along his cock.
She stared up at him, devouring every twitch of his mouth and eyes, the way his naked chest heaved and the muscles of his forearms flexed.
"You look so good, Draco, right on the cusp," Hermione murmured, Draco's hips rising up off the bed. Precum was leaking from his tip again, smearing against her hand when she glided it over the tip.
And then she stopped jerking his cock, squeezing the base and forcing his hips back down.
"Hermione…"
He was whimpering.
Hermione almost moaned from the delicious sound of it.
"You sound like you're in pain, love."
"I am! You're torturing me," Draco growled.
Hermione kissed her teeth, her hand gripping tighter around his cock and he winced.
"S-sorry, I didn't mean that. Please, it's been four edges. My cock feels like it's going to fall off."
Hermione sighed, releasing her hold of Draco's hard cock, placing a chase kiss on the underside.
"One more, Draco. One more edge, with my throat and then I'll let you come right in my pussy. Don't you want that?"
Draco gulped, his face grimacing. "Y-your throat? G-Granger, I don't know if I can…"
Hermione nuzzled her face against his cock, feeling how hot and heavy it was.
Such a beautiful, perfect thing.
She knew he would love the imagery of it too, how huge his cock looked pressed against her face.
Hermione loved taking care of him after all.
"It will feel so good for you, if you let me do this. Don't you want to be good for me? Be my good boy? Let me give you one more nice edge and then fuck you until you fill me up?" Hermione cooed, rubbing her face along his length, inhaling the scent of it softly.
It was sharp and musky, the kind of scent that made her pussy throb and ache for Draco.
He closed his eyes, letting out a loud whine, and Hermione waited patiently for him, sliding her lips on his length, the softest smooches. Not even for his sake, but because she liked to touch it, to adore his hardness with her lips.
"I—I'll be good for you, Granger, ah, anything you want."
Hermione did moan this time, her cunt feeling so needy, but she'd wait. She had a cock to edge.
She started at the base, kissing his heavy bollocks before sucking on the left one. Draco moaned out right away, and she used her fingers to play with the other one.
Hermione only teased, letting it pop out of her mouth before running her tongue along the underside of Draco's cock, spending extra time on a thick vein that was on the side.
"Gods, damnit, fuck me…"
"Soon," Hermione promised, laying kisses on the side of Draco's shaft, her tongue flicking out with kittenish licks as she made her way to the head.
He was looking down at her, eyes wide and pupils blown out, drinking her in as she teased him with tongue and lips. One hand was gripping his thigh, fingers digging into the skin, and the other was stretched out behind, gripping the headboard.
Such a needy thing. Her needy thing.
Draco made Hermione so hot and bothered, just from the way he looked, debauched and wanting.
Hermione stared into Draco's eyes as she took his cock into her mouth.
Fuck it was so good, the weight of his cock on her tongue, they way it stretched her jaw.
Draco was whimpering again, brought a hand to his mouth and pressed it against it to try and muffle himself.
So fucking cute.
She pressed forward, letting his cock slowly sink down her throat. He was big, thick, and she had to force it down with chokes and gags, leaking saliva all around him. Hermione relaxed her throat muscles slowly taking him inch by inch, until her nose pressed against his pubic bone, the short hair there tickling her.
"Circe—your throat—f-fuck, it feels amazing, Hermione."
Hermione couldn't see him, but his voice was almost pained, barely stringing out the words, and she purred on his cock.
"Oh, fuck!"
Hermione breathed through her nose, pulling back and letting his cock slip out of her throat. Each inch of exposed cock would absolutely be glistening now with her saliva and his precum, and from the sounds Draco was making, he was in awe of it.
Hermione took a second to suckle on the head, eyes glancing up at Draco's distraught expression, tears flowing down his cheeks now, and she couldn't stop her hand from dipping down, to just ease the ache of her pussy with a few circles against her clit.
She let go of his tip with a pop and gave it another sweet kiss.
"Draco," she stared hard at him, "Do not come."
Hermione didn't wait for an answer before she swallowed his cock half deep down her throat.
Strong, harsh sucks that hollowed her cheeks and pursed her lips. Hermione grabbed the base of his cock, twisting and pumping the exposed area as she bobbed her head.
She'd go deeper sometimes, lips meeting her finger and thumb, and sometimes she'd go shallow, swirling her tongue around the head.
All of it had Draco whimpering and crying, whining and babbling.
"Hermione—fuck—the best, love you, love your throat—gods this is too much, please, mercy, let me—oh, oh, you have to stop, h-have to stop before I c-come—please wanna be good for you!"
Hermione pulled off his cock with a moan, laying wet kisses on the twitching tip as a reward for his discipline.
"Such a good boy," she panted, nuzzling against his messy cock, not caring that she smeared filth against her face. "Stopping me, making sure to take your edge. So good, my perfect boy."
She began kissing the inside of his thigh, moving her hand to his other thigh and rubbing it. His cock was twitching, but he wouldn't come from that.
Hermione began moving up Draco's body, kissing his abdomen, his chest, sucking on his nipples. Her hands caressing his hips, his torso, his biceps.
She laid her body on top of his own, her breasts pressing into his chest. Draco's hand stayed dutifully at his side, not touching her though she knew he would be desperate to do so. He was sniffling, tears running down his cheeks from her torment.
"Draco," she murmured his name, cupping his cheek before kissing the tears off his face. Draco breathed softly, leaning into her. "I'm going to ride you now, baby, going to get you off so hard with my cunt. Make you come over and over until it's spilling out of me."
"Fuuuuck."
Hermione smiled, kissing Draco on the lips. He sighed into her mouth and she ran her tongue against his own.
"Perfect," she whispered against his lips before she raised her body, placing her legs around his hips and lifting herself up so she could grab his cock and run it against her folds.
He'd been so perfect for her. So compliant, so obedient.
So fucking sexy, that she was soaking even though she barely touched herself, and, despite his size, he slid into her easily.
"God, you feel amazing in me, Draco. This is right where you belong," Hermione sighed, closing her eyes and savouring the stretch, the fullness.
"Yesss."
Hermione opened her eyes, watching Draco's hands clenched into fists by his side.
She almost swooned at his restraint.
"Do you want to touch me?"
"Yes, Gods, please, Hermione," he begged, his eyes wide, palms open and fingers twitching now.
"Grab my hips, hold on to me while I fuck you," Hermione murmured, watching Draco's Adam's apple bob as he reached out, resting his hands on her hips.
His touch was soft, worshipful, his hands stroking over her curves.
Hermione started rocking against him, letting his cock slowly drag against her walls. She didn't bother grinding down to try and get her clit stimulated — no this was for him.
Draco moaned, his eyes fluttering and his fingers digging into her skin now.
"You like that?" she cooed and he nodded before letting out another deep moan, his hips rocking as well, meeting her gentle thrusts.
"Fuck, I'm already so close."
"Mmh, that's good, want you to feel good. Want you to come inside this pussy."
"Oh fuuck, so hot when you talk like that."
Hermione laughed, pressing her hand down on Draco's chest, leaning forward slightly and bouncing harder now.
His cock was digging into the front of her cunt beautifully in this position, pleasuring both of them, but between Draco's broken grunts and the way his abdomen was twitching, Hermione knew he was close.
"That's it, good boy. Come for me."
"Love—fuck—you," he came, making that pretty sound; that catch at the back of his throat that made Hermione purr.
It was almost harsh, the amount and force he spilled into her, the fruits of her edging him so thoroughly.
"That's it, fuck, keep coming, keep filling me up," Hermione moaned as she fucked him. The sound of her cunt moving up and down his cock getting louder and messier as his cum poured into her.
"Ah, fuck, Hermione—s-slow down! I'm so fucking sensitive!"
Hermione pressed on her toes, shifting her hips and grinding down on Draco's cock, making sure her clit pressed against his pelvis with each motion.
"What, you're not going to let me come as well? Are you really going to be so selfish?" Hermione panted. Draco's cock had finally stopped twitching and coming, and if it wasn't for Hermione still fucking down on it, it would have softened by now.
Draco was crying again, it must have hurt, how hard Hermione was going now, bouncing on his spent, edged cock.
Godric he looked so good, crying and whining for her.
"Aren't you going to be a good boy for me?"
Draco swallowed, the sound wet with his tears, and nodded.
"Anything for you."
And Hermione stiffened, arousal flashing through her as she clamped down on his cock, milking it and making him cry harder as she came.
Just like that.
