CW: ABO Dynamics

Hermione's eyes rolled to the back of her head as Draco's fingers flexed in her cunt, knuckles deep, almost brushing her cervix. She was dripping, the slow drag of his fingers creating squelching sounds that echoed in the room, making her cunt pulse.

"Granger, Omega," his voice wet, sobbing, "Y-you're too small, your pussy — my cock won't fit. I-I can't — we won't—"

If Malfoy wasn't in his rut, Hermione would have laughed at him. Called him stupid. Of course it would fit, it was simple biology. Their bodies were designed for this.

But the Malfoy right now, soft and needy, polite and worshipping — it appealed so strongly to her Omega nature; she wanted to take care of him, to soothe his worries and let him know everything would be okay.

Hermione rolled from her side to on top of his hard body, sitting on his thighs and pressing his cock against her abdomen, the head of it reaching past her belly button.

It was throbbing, the head tight against his foreskin and already leaking thick precum that was sticky against her skin.

Hermione let out a breathy sigh, both hands wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking him, and there was more than enough room for another hand or two.

She'd been with other Alphas before, but Draco was by far the biggest she'd ever seen.

It was gorgeous. Pink skin and thick veins, a pretty curve that would angle so nicely inside of her, would make her toes curl with pleasure.

Hermione was weeks out from her heat, but everything about the situation had her body burning like she'd walked into a fiendfyre.

The weight of Draco's cock in her hands, the needy whimpers spilling from his mouth, and the scent.

Gods. He smelled of cinnamon and clove, sharp and warm, and underneath all that something far more primal. A musk that made her cunt ache, made her drip, made her almost lose her mind, wanting to press her face against his scent gland, huff on it like an addict.

"Omega…"

Draco's whine broke Hermione out of her stupor, swallowing down the saliva pooling in her mouth. "It's okay, Alpha, I'll take care of you."

"I-I'm too big, it won't—"

"Don't worry," Hermione cooed, hips rising off his muscled thighs, placing the tip of his cock against her entrance. She slid him against her folds, letting her slick coat him until it was running down the sides of his shaft. "I promise you, it will fit."

"Granger," he mewled, eyes wide with worry and desire, his fingers gripping her waist so tight, she knew he'd leave behind purple marks.

The Omega in her loved that, almost desperate for it. To let him mark her with his fingers, his teeth, his cum deep in her cunt.

Hermione lowered her hips, moaning as his thick cock stretched her out, head kissing against her cervix when their thighs met.

"See, Draco," Hermione gasped, "We fit. Perfect."

"O-oh, fuck, Granger," his groan was deep and delicious, eyes glued to the bulge his cock formed against her skin. Hermione took one of his hands, pulling it off her waist and placing it right over the bulge, letting him feel how stretched out she was from his cock.

"See, Alpha, my body wants to take you all in. Wants your cock so deep."

"I can't believe you can — G-Gods, it feels so amazing. It's perfect, you're perfect. Amazing, perfect Omega." Draco was babbling, eyes flickering from watching his hand pet the bulge to Hermione's face, as though he was making sure she was okay.

She couldn't have that. Draco was in his rut, and it was Hermione's job to make sure it went smoothly for him.

Needed him to empty his mind and just fuck her.

Hermione started riding him, pushing off Draco's toned chest, swinging her hips up and down on his cock.

He was huge, but it was easy, her cunt was so fucking wet, he slid in and out of her, brushing her walls deliciously and sending shocks of pleasure across her pelvis and to her spine.

"You like that?" Hermione moaned, hips snapping harder and harder against him. The room was inundated with the sound of sex, the rough clapping of skin and soft wetness of her slick gushing out whenever his head tapped deep in front of her cervix. It was so, so good, made her thighs tremble, made her cunt feel like it was melting around him.

And the smell, the headiness of sex, of sweat, of fucked cunt, and the deliciousness of Draco's pheromones — Hermione felt like she was drowning, and she didn't want any air.

"Omega, Gods, yes, love it! You feel so good, your cunt, fuck!" Draco grunted and whined, sweat pouring down his neck as he stretched it to take her breast in his mouth. Hermione moaned, his teeth harsh against her skin, tongue delicate against her nipple as he sucked on her tit, leaving bruises behind.

"That's it, Draco, just like that." Hermione grinded down on him, forcing her clit over his pubic bone. "Take what you need. Use me."

Draco growled, and Gods did her Omega preen at that, her cunt squeezing around him, abundant slick tacky against their thighs and groins.

Draco stared at her, his eyes blacked out, screaming his desire. He grabbed her by the waist, strong muscles flexing as he pulled her off his cock and easily rearranged her on the bed; her belly down on the mattress, his arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her hips up and his other hand pressing her face hard into the pillow. He leaned his heavy body onto her, licking the sweat off her neck, Hermione shrieking when his rough tongue brushed on her scent gland, nearly making her come on the spot.

"Omega," he growled right by her ear, her cunt reacting by dripping onto the sheets. His fingers dug into her soft tummy, pulling her arse against his hard cock and stopping the unconscious sway of her hips. "I'm going to fuck you. Fuck this little pussy and come inside it until you can't take no more. I'll give you my knot, make sure all my cum stays inside of you. Do you understand, Hermione? I will breed you."

Hermione wanted to sneer at him. To mock him and tell him she was on contraceptives and couldn't get pregnant. That he was an idiot for even believing she'd help him through a rut without taking some.

But her Omega was howling in delight.

Her cunt pulsed, her clit throbbed, her skin was buzzing, her head swimming with thoughts of her belly round and full, carrying Draco's children.

Hermione's womb ached.

All she wanted was what Draco promised, to be fucked and filled and bred.

"Yes," Hermione whimpered, "I want that. Please, Alpha. Give me a baby."

His cock slid over her cunt, heavy, the tip pressing against her entrance, spreading her folds before sinking to the hilt. Draco used his weight, his leverage above her, to thrust into her, over and over, his large frame fucking her into the mattress.

Fucking her, rutting her…breeding her.

And it was perfect.