So I really liked my last o/s soooooo for my fellow "kinky fuckery" lovers (like The Chaminator), here's to Christmas time (;
Rated M (for aforementioned kinky fuckery) All human, continuation of The Green Room.
Way longer than 2000...but oh well, I'll make an exception. Enjoy the kinky fuckery people!
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Hermione pushed open the door to their house, letting in a burst of cold air and snow, her arms full of brightly colored bags with ribbons, bows, sash, colorful tissue paper - the works.
So that was why it took her a moment to acknowledge that there were men in her house, carrying large flat rectangular boxes.
"Um -" she grunted, dropping the bags onto the table and shaking the snow from her hair, "Draco?"
"Yes?"
He turned the corner, directing the men up the stairs and further into the house. He smiled at her bewildered expression and kissed her softly, tangling a hand into her unruly mass of wind-blown hair, securely keeping her body pressed tightly against his.
Hermione groaned into his mouth, a hunger only he could fill unfurling in her belly.
"Why are there so many men in my house, Draco?" she whispered against his lips.
He mumbled something, not moving away from the scorching trail he had began blazing down her neck.
Damn him, he was good.
Hermione took a deep breath in an attempt to clear her head, but all it accomplished was her getting a giant whiff of the intoxicating smell that was so uniquely Draco.
Which, of course, did nothing to clear her head.
Luckily - or unluckily - there was a subtle cough and Draco slowly pulled away from her, pressing a kiss to her lips before turning to face the man in the doorway.
"Yes?" he asked, his tone bordered on irritated and the man shrunk under his piercing gray gaze.
"We're all done Mr. Malfoy."
Draco simply nodded, "Send me the bill. You were very reliable, as usual Sanders."
Sander's face lit up like a small child's on Christmas and he said, "Thank you Mr. Malfoy, Sir. Always a pleasure."
He and the rest of his muscle men, clad in black, followed him out, inclining their heads at Draco as they passed.
Once they were all gone Draco turned back to Hermione, but she had a clear head now, free from all his distraction - tempting distraction.
"Uh-uh, why were all those men here?"
Draco sighed, "They were bringing me something to help with your present."
Her eyes immediately lit up, but before she could say a word he put a finger over her delectably pouty pink lips and said, "Not a chance, baby. I'm not telling you a thing."
She sighed, her cool breath tickling his finger, and asked, "Well what were they bringing?"
"Mirrors." he said simply.
She raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask, knowing he wouldn't answer.
He smirked down at her, knowing her curiosity would drive her wild.
Ever since her birthday he'd been planning this - and he was excited...and nervous.
He was pretty positive she'd like it, but he couldn't be sure.
The "kinky fuckery", as she had so eloquently called it once-upon-a-time, had been his idea. It was his field of expertise - not hers. So naturally she was a bit apprehensive about certain things - but fuck it all if she didn't look hot as hell in his playroom.
He quickly cleared his head of those thoughts. Christmas was tomorrow, so he'd have to wait a day.
"I had Paulo make your favorite for dinner." he murmured in her ear.
She instantly lost her pouting mood and smiled, "Really?"
He nodded, glad that she wasn't going to try to get the information from him - because god only knew she could.
"Of course,"
She smiled, her irritation with him over not telling her what exactly his sneaky - yet sexy - arse was up to forgotten.
She could smell the food from here.
Halfway through their dinner Hermione glanced up at Draco and asked, "Were you serious on my birthday when you said that gave you an idea for Christmas?"
Draco looked up and met her large toffee eyes with his intense gray ones and smirked, "Dead serious."
A fierce blush rose on her cheeks and she looked down at her plate.
Even after all the things they'd done together she was still the shy bookworm she'd been back at Hogwarts, though that was one of the things Draco loved about her, he was more than capable of turning his little bookworm into a sex goddess - and he did so on a very regular basis.
He slid his cool hand over hers and squeezed once, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to. You know that."
She nodded quickly and stumbled all over her words, "No - I mean I know that - but I don't mind - well I mean certain things are - well I was the one who said -"
"Take a breath, Hermione." he said softly, an amused smile on his face.
She did as he said and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to will the blush to leave her cheeks.
No such luck. If anything they darkened further under Draco's intense stare.
"I know that we won't do anything I don't want to." she said calmly, having regained her composure. "But it was my idea to do it for my birthday - and you know I enjoyed that - and I trust you, so I want..." she trailed off, looking away from Draco again.
He chuckled, stood up, and moved so he rested his hands on either side of her on the arm rests, "So...you want what?"
She blushed furiously again, and it only made Draco want to throw her down onto their bed and fuck her senseless. She looked incredible.
"You know what, Draco." she said, trying for indignant, but only managing to build the pressure in his pants even more.
"Say it." he said, his lips ghosting against her cheek.
"I...I...well I want...you know." she said, struggling for the words he wanted to hear, her cheeks and the tops of her breasts tinted pink by her embarrassment.
He held back a groan at the sight, because holy fucking hell it was hot to see her fair skin turn such a lovely shade for him, but he wanted to hear her say it first.
"Hermione,"
"I want you to fuck me in your play room." she said, the words coming out in a rush, and as soon as they were out Draco crushed her lips to his.
He pulled her from the chair, one of his hands tangling in her hair and the other sliding to her lower back, his fingers splayed and pulling her close. All the while her hands slid to the nape of his neck, toying with his silky blonde hair.
His kiss was rough and claiming and passionate and everything Hermione had grown accustom to when kissing him - though it never ceased to take her breath away.
She tilted her head to the side, giving Draco better access to lick, nip, and kiss her neck. She let out a soft moan as he bit down on her shoulder, and her hands in his hair tightened.
"I'm going to fuck you in my play room, Granger...but not today. That's tomorrows surprise. You'll just have to settle for my bed."
"Settle?" panted Hermione while Draco slid his skilled fingers into her panties. When had he gotten her jeans off?
"Seeing as how I can't take you to the play room today." he whispered, increasing the speed of his fingers on her clit.
She bucked up into his hand and groaned, before moving her hips in time with his hand, "I could care less where you fuck me at this point, Draco. Just that you do."
What little control he'd had left shattered, and he pushed their plates off the table before setting her down on it. He quickly rid himself of his clothes, hers following behind in an instant, and then his hands were in her hair, on her hips, on her thighs - everywhere.
"Please, Draco, please." whimpered Hermione, groaning as he laved her right nipple.
He chuckled, "Please what?"
When she didn't reply he moved so he was kneeling between her legs and slowly trailed his tongue up her dripping heat.
"Oh god," she said, her hands finding his hair as he began his lazy and sensual assault on her clit.
Suddenly he didn't seem as rushed - but when he looked up at her through his long black lashes she could see barely contained desire there.
"Please, please, Draco, fuck me." she panted, her hips moving on their own accord.
She was so close, so very blissfully close.
"I don't think so, baby." he said softly, moving away from her pussy to kiss his way back up to her mouth,
She groaned, "Why not?"
"Because I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love to you." his words were so sensual, and she could barely contain the groan that threatened to escape.
"Okay," she said, her arms winding their way around his neck.
With agonizing slowness he eased into her, stretching her with such delicious care that she thought she'd come undone right there.
He didn't pause, just kept his steady rhythm of pushing in and out of her, enjoying every gasp or moan of pleasure.
"Are you close, baby?" he asked, his voice a raspy pant in her ear.
"Yes, oh god yes. So close." she said, squirming underneath him.
He reached a hand down to where they were connected and pinched her clit, immediately throwing her over the edge.
He came inside her with a deep and sexy-as-sin groan, her walls fluttering around him.
"I can't believe we just had sex on the dining room table." said Hermione, a fierce blush tinting her cheeks down to the tops of her breasts.
Draco chuckled, pressing a light kiss to the rosy skin and said, "That we did. Does that make you uncomfortable?"
"We eat here. Other people eat here." she said, her blush deepening.
"I know I'll never think of breakfast the same again." he said, leaning up to press a soft kiss to her lips before pulling out of her.
She smiled and watched as he redressed himself, making no move to get dressed herself.
He chuckled and shook his head, "What am I going to do with you?"
Christmas had gone off without a hitch. Draco and Hermione had spent the day with Harry, Ginny, Luna, Ron, the rest of the Weasely clan, Theo, and Blaise.
Everyone had been at Molly and Arthur's house, and they'd had a great time, partying well into the night.
But now they were home, and Draco desperately wanted to give Hermione her Christmas present.
"Are you nervous?" he asked as he noticed her biting her lip as they made their way to the playroom.
She smiled, "I'm always a little nervous when you take me here...but I'm excited too."
"Good," he said, pushing open the door to Green Room.
They both stepped inside and he shut the door behind them.
The room was bathed in a dim glow, and soft strains of music came from somewhere in the room, though Hermione couldn't tell from where exactly.
Not that she had much time to think about it, because Draco had already taken off his shirt, thoroughly distracting her.
His chest had to have been carved from marble. That was literally the only explanation for the perfection that was Draco Malfoy.
He moved behind her and trailed a finger along her right shoulder to her left before he said, "The things I'm going to do to you, Granger."
She felt his lips ghost across the back of her neck while his hands slid to the zipper of her dress and slid it down, watching with a satisfied smirk as it fell to the ground at her feet.
"Look around, Granger. Tell me if you see what's different."
He was massaging her breasts from behind, while his lips continued their assault, and so Hermione was finding it impossible to do anything but lean her head back against Draco's shoulder.
"Ah-ah-ah," he tutted, stopping his ministrations, "What did I say to do, Granger?"
"Look around," she panted, "See what's different."
He nodded, "Right, so what's different?"
He started massaging her breasts again, but this time his left hand slid further south, rubbing her clit in painfully slow circles.
Hermione let out a strangled groan and forced her eyes to look around the room, and that's when she saw it.
There were mirrors placed strategically all over the room so that no matter where you were you'd be able to see yourself.
Hermione groaned, she never would've thought that seeing herself like this would be such a turn on - but it was. Especially since she could see Draco's lust glazed gray eyes and his sinfully delicious smirk.
She watched, completely caught up in the way she was moving against him, and after a moment she couldn't watch anymore, her head dropping back onto his shoulder.
Draco wasn't having any of that though, "Look at us, Granger."
His tone of voice made her snap her eyes back up to the mirror, and she watched while he trailed kisses along her neck and shoulders, and then two of his long and skillful fingers were inside her.
She moaned, trying to keep her eyes on what he was doing - but it was hot.
All of a sudden he spun her around to face him and kissed her, holding her hands behind her back before she could touch him, and she groaned.
"Draco..."
"Hush," he said, letting her go and stepping back from her, "We're going to try something."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything, waiting for him to explain.
"Get on the bed, baby, face up." he said, tucking a curl behind her ear.
She did what he said, laying down on the bed.
He moved so he was on the bed too, pulling her legs apart, and then lying between them.
"I'm going to make you come, Hermione." he said, his breath tickling her wet pussy. "But I don't want you to move."
She raised an eyebrow, "How am I not supposed to -"
Her complaint was cut off by a moan and a harsh jerk of her hips as he slid two fingers into her.
"Four spanks every time you move, baby."
She felt a gush of fluid at his words, and Draco chuckled, "Would you like that, baby?"
"Yes," she said, trying to keep her hips from moving up to meet the thrusts of his fingers.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, tearing an extremely loud moan from Hermione, and managing to get her to buck her hips up.
He chuckled and said, "That's eight."
Hermione groaned and tangled her hands in the green silk sheets, "That's not fair."
"I don't have to be fair, baby." he whispered, turning his fingers in just the right way -
"Oh god," she gasped, her hips in voluntarily grinding against his before she could force them back down.
"Naughty, naughty, Granger. I thought I told you not to move? That's twelve." he said, and even though she wasn't looking at him, she knew he was smirking.
She was trying to catch her breath, so she turned her head to the right, and found herself looking at herself. Damn him for putting those mirrors everywhere.
He felt her walls starting to flutter around his fingers and he smiled, noticing where her eyes were, and he was definitely glad he'd bought the mirrors.
He brought his mouth down to her clit, his fingers still moving in and out of her wet heat at a quick pace - and all of a sudden she exploded around him, grinding herself against him wantonly.
After she came down from her high she saw Draco hovering on top of her, a smirk on his face, "How many times do you think that was, baby? Because I kind of lost track when you were grinding that pretty little pussy against my face."
His dirty words made her bite her lip, but she didn't say anything.
"No suggestions then? Well in that case..."
In one fluid movement he had her bent over his legs, her arse in the air.
"I think we'll go with eighteen."
Her eyes almost popped out of her head, but before she could argue she felt his palm smack her right arse cheek, and she gasped.
"You have an amazing arse, baby." he said, stroking her left cheek before bringing his hand down in a hard smack.
She groaned, her thighs slick with her juices - and only getting wetter the more he kept spanking her.
"Do you want me to make you come like this?" he asked, his breathing harsh.
Hermione could feel his erection at her stomach, and it made her want him right that very second, but of course Draco wasn't going to have any of that.
Not until that eighteen was up.
He trailed his fingers across her pink bum, before smacking her again. This time, instead of trailing his fingers over her arse, he slid two fingers inside her warm heat.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her, and then smacked her - eighteen - and she came, her walls clenching around his fingers for the second time.
"Ohgodohgodohgodohgod," she panted, as Draco drew out her orgasm, his fingers still moving in and out of her until her spasms had completely stopped.
He moved them so that she was underneath him - his smile had to be sinful.
Without warning he slammed into her, and her hands immediately flew up to his shoulders, her nails digging in - not that Draco seemed to notice.
He leaned down and captured her lips in a rough kiss, his tongue stroking hers, before he pulled away to ask, "Do you think I can make you come one more time?"
She groaned and shook her head, "No, please no...I can't..."
But by this point she was beyond coherent thought, and Draco chuckled.
"So you don't think I can make you come again?" he asked, pounding into her four times before stilling again.
She moaned, "No...that's not what I...meant...I just...oh god."
Her words were cut off by Draco moving in and out of her again, his pace brutal.
She tugged his lips down to hers, moving her hips in time with his.
He broke away from her lips to trail sloppy open-mouthed kisses down her neck and across her breasts.
Before she knew it, she felt the familiar coil in her stomach - and she really couldn't believe that he was giving her another orgasm, but then again she could believe it, because it wasn't the first time.
A few strokes and skilled licks later, she was coming undone with a cry of his name, and her nails scraping down his back.
That's what sent him over the edge, and he groaned her name, emptying himself inside her.
The only sound left in the room were the soft strains of music and their labored breathing, before Draco moved so that she was resting on his chest.
"Merry Christmas, baby." he said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple.
She smiled, "Best Christmas present ever."
His eyes lit up and he pulled her into a soft kiss, "Well I'll just have to make sure I make next years even better."
Okay, so this ended up like five thousand times longer than I wanted it to be, but lets just pretend that I didn't break my own rules about the 2000 word limit lol.
Buuuuut I'm about to go shopping, so if there are typos that I didn't catch earlier I'll fix them later.
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