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sluttyslytherin · 10 months

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•HAPPY BIRTHDAY WHORE•

Pansy Parkinson x Y/N

•THIS IS Y/N‘s VIEW•

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❥ Warnings: gay!pansy & gay!reader, fingering, mommy!kink, degrading, roughness, praise!kink

❥ Request?: No, this one crept into my mind.

❥ Summary: „Mommy will leave marks,“ I moaned, pulling you closer. „And?,“ your voice sounded muffled coming from between your teeth.

„Want that,“ I sighed silently, „Don‘t stop.“

„Good girl.“ Your nails left marks on my waist as your hands slid under my dress, „Everyone will see what we did in here. Doesn‘t this concern you at all?“

❥ Author‘s note: This is short. And I‘m fucking gay.

❥ Word count: ~1500

❥ I DO NOT ALLOW COPYING MY WORK, NOR POSTING IT SOMEWHERE ELSE. MY WORK IS ALREADY POSTED ON WATTPAD AND AO3.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

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„You look beautiful.“

Your voice startled me out of my trance. I flinched, but realized the text moment that it was you who were talking to me.

„Pet. Why don‘t you come downstairs? People are waiting for you,“ you whispered, as you stalked closer to me.

I never liked the feeling of being the prey, until the moment you did it for the first time. I turned around and took a step backwards. My back automatically pressed against the cool wood of the white closet, leaving my skin getting goosepumps from the sudden contact.

„I don‘t know,“ I mumbled, my eyes fixed on your stockings, „I couldn‘t decide what to wear.“

„I think you forgot something, pet.“

My eyes squeezed shut. There was no way to get around this. I was trapped.

You bridged the last few inches between us, gripping my wrists and pulling them behind my back.

„Mommy,“ I whispered.

„Open your eyes,“ you demanded, your voice raspy, „Look at me.“

I tried to refuse. I knew the game would be over as soon as I did what you wanted. But I wanted this. I enjoyed being bratty almost a bit too much at this moment.

„Pathetic little toy,“ you spat out, your nails crawling into my wrists, „You should be happy that it‘s your birthday.“

Your mouth was so near to my ear that I could feel your breath on my sensitive skin right there. I could smell your scent, faint but still present.

This was the moment I realized, I didn‘t breathe since you touched my wrists. My mouth flew open and I took a sharp breath, like a fish which is aching for water.

But I was aching for you.

„My god, you‘re so needy.. it‘s almost sad,“ your voice cooed into my ear, „Don‘t forget your birthday is over in a few hours,“ your nails leaving marks on my skin, „And mommy will be very mad if you won’t do as I say. And you know what this means.“

„Will be a good girl, mommy,“ I choked out, finally opening my eyes. I almost felt like fainting from how desperately I tried to control my breathing.

„Argh, come on pet,“ you suddenly let go off me smiling, leaving me completely confused, „I didn‘t even properly touch you.“

Your hand pushed forwards, tracing the way up between my legs. As you realized what your actions did to me and more important - the fact I didn‘t even wear knickers - your eyes widened.

„Fucking hell, pet,“ you hissed, „Are you serious?��

A small „Mhh“ escaped my lips, as I desperately tried to grind against your hand.

But you pulled away.

„Eager little fucktoy aren’t we?“

A wide grin played around your lips as you pulled my dress down.

„Won‘t give you what you want, love. Not yet.“

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You were already gone downstairs as I finally managed to cool my mind down. I wanted to enjoy the party. I knew what would happen afterwards - and I wasn‘t sure if I would enjoy this.

„Happy birthday!,“ our guests greeted me, when I finally stepped into the living room. I could see some family members and friends. All of them were happy and smiling.

From the corner of my eye, I saw you coming closer. You held a glass of my favourite wine in your hands, smiling too. „It wasn‘t that complicated to do what mommy says, hm?,“ you whispered into my ear, but pulling away the next moment.

Some of our friends came over to us to congratulate me and hand me a small present. „I know you both said no presents.. but we thought we‘d put our money together and buy you one.“

The fact that they still bought me a present, made me smile. „Thank you so much,“ I said. „That‘s really nice of you.“

I opened the present. Inside was a filigree silver bracelet. It was kept simple but had a small "M" dangling from the clasp.

I gasped in surprise. „That‘s beautiful,“ I whispered, „Thank you.“

„It was Pansy‘s idea,“ someone laughed. My gaze searched yours. My lips mouthed a loudless „Mommy“, just as you pulled the present out of my hands.

„Let me do that,“ you said, putting the bracelet around my wrist and closing it. „As I thought. Fits you perfectly.“

You slowly kissed my cheek and disappeared into the crowd. Leaving me confused again.

I knew you played with me. I knew you wanted to make me beg for you.

But I didn‘t want to show you how much I wanted this too.

The party went on without any big complications. I talked to our friends and family, sipping from my wine and enjoying being the most important person for the evening.

Your eyes followed me and every step I took hungrily. I noticed your stare the first time, as my eyes swept through the room, searching for you. And my eyes locked to yours. You didn‘t even blush. It didn‘t make you blush realizing, I saw your insolently open stare.

I just smiled back and continued talking.

A while later you stepped up behind me, slightly caressing my back with your fingertips and laying your hand on my waist.

„May I steal the birthday girl for a few minutes?,“ you asked innocently and lead me towards the kitchen.

„Is everything alright?,“ I whispered to you, but you didn‘t respond.

As soon as the kitchem door closed behind us, your lips were on mine. You pushed me against the counter as you explored my mouth with your tongue.

Your grip on my waist tightened as your mouth caught my soft moans.

„Give me your little moans, love.“ Your lips didn‘t leave mine. „I missed kissing you.“

Your hands grabbed my ass to lift me onto the counter. „Mommy,“ I murmured into the kiss, „What are you doing?“

„Seems like I‘m getting you in trouble pet,“ you answered, your lips trailing down my neck, planting sloppy kisses on my skin.

„Someone could come in,“ I tried to refuse, but couldn‘t find the strengh to push you away.

„Since when don’t you like the thrill of getting caught?“ You bit hard into my neck.

„Mommy will leave marks,“ I moaned, pulling you closer. „And?,“ your voice sounded muffled coming from between your teeth.

„Want that,“ I sighed silently, „Don‘t stop.“

„Good girl.“ Your nails left marks on my waist as your hands slid under my dress, „Everyone will see what we did in here. Doesn‘t this concern you at all?“

„Mh-Mh,“ I moaned. Slowly I shook my head no.

„Little whore,“ you bit me hard, „My little whore.“

My groans echoed through the room. „Mommy, please,“ I pleaded, „Need more.“

„Pssh do you want everyone to hear us?,“ you responded, pushing my dress more upwards to expose my wet lace knickers. Your fingers trailed the wetness through the thin fabric, causing my legs to shake.

„You like this, don‘t you, pet?,“ you hissed, your fingers suddenly gripping the inside of my knickers and aggressively pulling them to the side, exposing my wet pussy to the cold air.

„N- No,“ the brat in me answered.

You smirked against my neck. With a swift movement you inserted a finger into me. „You know what happens to liars?,“ you hummed, removing it painfully slowly, leaving me back whimpering for your touch, „Liars don‘t get to come.“

„No, no,“ I pleaded, pleads damned to get stuck in my throat as you pushed your fingers back in.

„Yes, there..“

I couldn‘t breathe.

„Exactly there,“ you cooed, „That‘s it.“

„I‘m..,“ I tried to speak, getting cut off by you.

„You won‘t come, pet. Not yet.“

My pleading gaze searched for yours.

The pace of your fingers increased, causing my back to arch from the counter. Your grip on my waist tightened.

„Bad girls get punished.“

My moans melted into your mouth as you kissed me deeply. „Good girls don’t lie.“

You thrusted your fingers in me. „No mommy I won’t lie again,“ I pleaded. I could feel how brutally I was soaked between my thighs.

„Shut up and take what I give you.“

Your voice echoed in my ears as I tried to hold back my orgasm.

„Mommy.. I can‘t take this anymore,“ I almost cried, grinding against your hand, my brain going completely numb from your touch.

„You take me so good,“ you moaned now too, „I should fuck you more often,“

Your whispers against the skin of my neck, my body shaking with the heat of your words.

Your fingers thrusted into me fast, and as you took your thumb circling around my clit, the game was over.

I screamed in pleasure.

„I love how you scream for me,“ you moaned into my ear.

My hands were trying to find hold on the counter and I was trying with all strengh to prevent myself from giving in.

„Mommy.. mommy let me come, please, I beg you!“

My vision went white.

„Good girl, cum for me, cum for mommy. It‘s okay, you deserved it.“

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sluttyslytherin · 10 months

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Me btw

She wear black lace,

and it all falls down tenderly

the way water slips around rocks down a waterfall.

You hear the muffled crashing of the waves,

the mist that rises past the lips of the water.

This urge,

this scenery has me burning up an urge

to cool myself down in her waters.

To tenderly walk into the shallow lake

and submerge myself in her warm body.

I know there is something hidden

behind that sheet of water,

underneath her skin,

the warmth of her blood.

There is something rumbling to me.

A hunger,

a craving.

It wants to swallow me whole.

I want it to have its way with me.

Grip my head,

tug at my arms,

don't let go of my chest.

If I fight you off,

it's only to feel you fighting for me more.

Make my drowning death a baptism

to your divinity.

Antt Stomen Poetry /Lace

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sluttyslytherin · 10 months

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•MY BACK ACHED AS AN ANSWER•

Fred Weasley + Y/N

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❥ Warnings: This is really just unprotected filthy ass smut with fluff(?) and a little female oral receiving with a lot of praise. Slow burn, rough and unedited (today is 13th July, will edit it later, it's almost midnight).

❥ Request?: Half- half I‘d say. It was requested with a certain name & I changed it for the upload.

❥ Summary: I nodded, giving him permission to touch me, but he didn't move an inch.

„From your mouth. I want to hear you say you want me between your legs.“

I slowly wet my lips, unable to look up to him. My heart was racing a mile a minute. My voice was almost too unsteady to answer.

„You want to know what I want? I want you to be the one wanting me first. Pushing me first. Kissing me first. Don't be careful with me," I said. „I want you between my legs. Your tongue on my clit. I want to come on your mouth. I have waited far too long for you to finally come to your senses and take what's yours for years already."

❥ Author‘s note: Fred is just *chef‘s kiss*

❥ Word count: ~3850

❥ I DO NOT ALLOW COPYING MY WORK, NOR POSTING IT SOMEWHERE ELSE. MY WORK IS ALREADY POSTED ON WATTPAD AND AO3.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

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„Hello, Y/N."

It had been a good evening at the party so far. Too good- I thought for a second, as Cormac's words hit my ears and I immediately shivered. Everyone, but not Cormac, I thought. Everyone. Why did it have to be him?

„Hello Cormac," I said, my voice more aggressive as I thought it would be. But to be honest I didn't care. I wanted him to fuck off.

„You're all alone here, don't you feel a bit lonely, sweetie?," he taunted and tried to lay his hand on my back. I backed away. „Not really. The boys will be back soon. What do you want, Cormac?," I hissed.

„Talk to you. I know you want someone else to talk to, but since he is very.. occupied with," he pointed to the couch on which Fred and the blonde Ravenclaw girl sat on and talked. In fact, they already did this since the party started. He didn't even once take a look at me. „this girl. You know that I'm the best you can get for tonight."

All I wanted to do is to smack his face.

I didn't know my feelings for Fred were so obvious. Funny, almost. Everyone knew, but he seemed not to.

„Fuck off Cormac. Do you really think I couldn't have anyone I want? Look at me. I look gorgeous." My voice trailed off at the last sentence which made Cormac's mouth twist into a dirty grin. „Come on, Y/N. You're alone.. I'm alone.. let's have some fun?"

„Flirting with whats mine? You must want to die," Fred's voice suddenly errupted out of the loud music behind us. His voice sent shivers down my spine. Without a reason I suddenly felt guilty.

„And what do you have to do with it, Weasley? I can flirt with whoever I want," Cormac stated and approached Fred. I couldn't see Fred. I didn't dare to move and take a look behind me. I knew: If I'd speak now, Fred would hear how shaky my voice was. I needed to calm down first.

„I give you one chance, Cormac. Fuck off, just as Y/N said, or you'll see how good my fist fits to your face."

My eyelids fluttered. „Leave," I whispered to Cormac. He sent one last death stare to Fred and finally left us alone with a loud sigh.

„The hell was that, Y/N?"

I could almost feel how Fred's eyes narrowed to slits.

My breath got hitchy.

I needed to control myself.

„First, I didn't know I was yours. Second, I didn't know you're the jealous type?," I choked out. I still didn't dare to move under his stare. „And why do you recognize me now and not earlier?"

„I'm not."

Fred came one step closer. I could feel the warmth of his body directly behind me.

„Oh c'mon, we both know what you're doing here. You're clearly upset."

His voice sounded louder in my ears as the music, as he answered after a few seconds.

„I'm not upset."

Finally I turned around, only to find myself only inches away from his face. „Then what is your problem?," I mumbled breathless.

What he could do to me with his bare existance was unbelievable.

„I just don't want you to talk to other guys," Fred stated, but I interrupted him as my inner Brat came out. „Make me," I whispered.

„I was hoping you'd ask me to."

Hot breath against my skin.

„You better have a massive dick to back up that attitude or else people will be mighty disappointed," I continued while my gaze still got caught by his lips.

„Care to bring out a ruler and test your theory?," Fred grinned, but I could feel him getting mad.

„I left my magnifying glass at home, so maybe tomorrow."

Fred just stood there and didn't respond. He looked at me - as if he would be considering his next move. The moment I was about to get anxious he finally said something, but I was drowned so deep in my thoughts about the outline of his lips, that it took a moment for me to realize what he said.

„My sweet little angel.. you really can't keep your eyes off the devil, huh?"

I knew exactly what he meant by that. I had heard a lot about Fred in all these years. A lot about him and a lot about his.. ‚behaviour' in certain moments.

Enough to know I fucked up.

All I could do is give in.

The game was over.

„Kiss me, Freddie. Do it finally. Salazar. I know you're just toying with me," I demanded. I knew he wouldn't make it easy for me. I knew he wanted me to play this game with him first. I knew all he wanted is to see me fall apart under his touch.

„Fucking hell, you look so good in this dress.. you're almost irresistible," Fred whispered. His hand trailed softly up the side of my hips and stopped at my back, right between my shoulders.

„Freddie."

My voice trailed off again. His hand leaned hot against my skin. It felt as if I would catch fire every second. My gaze sought his.

„I think I never told you how beautiful your body is. I really, really love your body, princess," Fred whispered. His mouth nearer as before. He seemed to had forgotten everything around us. As if the people weren't there, and the music wasn't loud enough to make us both deaf the next second.

All he saw was me.

And all I saw was him.

„Please.. kiss me, Freddie."

His mouth was slightly open and hot streams of air escaped his lungs, while he still didn't break eye contact with me.

„You have no idea what I'm thinking when I look at you, Y/N. You don't know where I go in my mind or what it does to me to see you, soft and vulnerable standing right beside me every single fucking day. You don't know what I feel when our hands touch."

With his other hand he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. I stood there starstruck, fully captivated by him.

„How do you do that?," I managed to choke out. „What exactly, Y/N? Use your words. I don't want to have to ask to get what you mean," Fred answered. His voice sounded all innocent. We both knew he was a lot- but not innocent.

„H-How did you make me feel so weak with only these few words? You barely touch me."

His hand on my back pulled me closer. I could feel his heart beat hard against my chest. My breath was shallow as he answered.

„Because you know I will let every single dream of you come true."

My body shook of desire.

Still he didn't kiss me.

„Freddie.."

„Don't forget that I respect the hell out of you, doll."

My head began to spin.

My mind began to feel squishy.

„Why do you say that?"

„Because I'm going to fuck you full of disrespect."

His eyes began to darken while his smile dissolved. His whole aura changed in only a split second. The tension of his jaw increased.

„What?," I asked dumb. I got lost in his eyes. I felt like his eyes sucked me in, no matter how hard I tried to resist.

„I will fuck you senseless, Y/N."

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He intoxicated me.

There was no way around it, no way over it and no way to deny it. I let him own me the second he laid his eyes on me the first time. He made me blind to every other person and made me blind to see all the other girls he had.

While I was here, waiting.

I didn't know for what exactly I had been waiting, but the moment his lips hit mine, denying was senseless. I melted under his touch and my lips melted into his.

He kissed me so full of passion, that I actually began to believe that not I had waited for him - He had waited for me.

He kissed me.

Without warning, without permission. He kissed me so full of lust and longing for my touch, as if he needed that breath I was holding. It felt like every fiber of me belonged to him, and he wanted it back.

Right under my skin.

He was under my skin and I wanted to claw him out, but I couldn't. And so I had been left with this need. Like- if I wouldn't have kissed him, I wouldn't been able to breathe.

Even if he stole my breath.

All I could do is get lost in his touch.

Like I'll burst into flames if I'd not be tasting him.

Kissing him. Fucking him. Feeling him.

I don't know for how long we stood there, his hand on my back and on my hips. Later his hand slid up from my hips into my hair, pulling me closer. I didn't move, just listened to my own heartbeat mixed with his, still beating hard against my breast.

I didn't move, didn't make a step. Only my lips moved, as an answer to all the little questions he asked me this very moment.

I don't know when in all this time Fred's tongue decided to ask for permission to explore me completely. It wandered along the shape of my underlip, travelled across the path of my teeth.

Fred pulled me closer, closer, as if he wanted to swallow me whole. As if he only could exist stealing the last of my innocence and making me all his own.

The moment he asked for permission I let him in. And as soon as the tip of his tongue hit my tastebuds and the faint taste of whisky exploded in my mouth, I lost the battle.

I needed more and we both knew it.

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I can't remember when his hand untangled out of my hair and found a hold on my own hand.

A few seconds after I got dizzy because I lost all my breath, Fred stopped kissing me.

We stood there, my hand in his, staring into each others eyes, the music pulsating around us. Like waves that lead us to where we both wanted to be.

Fred lead us both out of the common room, upstairs to his own dorm, in the top of the tower. I followed his steps without hesitating, my mind all swiped empty and filled with only his taste, that still flooded my senses.

It wasn't like one of these classic love stories where Cinderella meets her prince. Yes, we danced, but we danced around each other for almost too long.

And when Fred closed his dorm door and turned around to me, his breast heaving heavy, I knew it was worth it.

My eyes fixed his body and I felt how all my senses spread out across the room, just to be captivated by him again.

„Strip for me," he demanded, his voice deep and raspy again. It sounded almost desperate, and for a second as if he would beg me to be his- and his alone. „Now."

I pressed my hands together. I wanted him to come to me, for only once. I wanted him to move his arse to me and tell me, that he wanted me. I wanted him to stop playing with me, for this once.

I wanted to invite him in, and not him to be the one to burst through the closed door.

„No.", I whispered. It had the desired effect. He came closer. „No?," Fred asked with a subtile smile on his lips. „No," I murmured again, only to find myself inches away from him again. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. It all felt kind of surreal.

„Do you want me, Y/N?," Fred's voice suddenly cut through my clouded brain. I screw my eyes open and stared at him. „Yes, I," I muttered, but my voice trailed off.

I wanted him.

I needed him so bad.

I didn't want anything else.

I nodded, giving him permission to touch me, but he didn't move an inch.

„From your mouth. I want to hear you say you want me between your legs."

I slowly wet my lips, unable to look up to him. My heart was racing a mile a minute. My voice was almost too unsteady to answer.

Fred stared at me for a few seconds. I had expected him to tear off my clothes after I said what I said- But when he didn't move, I finally managed to look up to him.

„Why is your heart beating so fast, when I haven't even touched you, Y/N?," Fred whispered.

„How could you know it is racing, when you didn't touch me, Fred?," I answered.

He slowly put his hand on my chest.

„Because mine is."

I stared at his hand, unable to say anything. I didn't know what to do, as my heart began to flutter under his touch. I didn't know what to answer. And so, I stayed silent.

„What is this between us?," I whispered, desperate to know his answer, but what he said confused me at first.

„Nothing," Fred answered, his hand still where it was minutes ago. My heart still beating faster, every pore of my body still inhaling his scent. „And now kiss me."

„What?," I choked out, barely able to catch the breath I needed to not get dizzy.

„Kiss me, Y/N," he repeated himself.

My eyes flew to his and my hands landed on his chest. Just as I wanted to do what he asked me for, he caressed my cheek with his thumb, following the outline of my jaw, until his thumb settled on my trembling underlip.

All I could do is breathe.

So I did.

And the next moment I opened my mouth and sucked his finger in.

Fred let out a sharp noise, a loud breath, grunt and moan, all at once. He stared at my mouth, the same moment I swirled my tongue over his fingertip.

„You," he groaned, but nothing more.

Then he pulled his finger out of my mouth.

A smile crossed my lips, as my hands flew in his hair and to his cheek. And because I wanted, I did. I kissed him.

After all he was right. There was nothing between us- no space, no air, no denying.

It was a short kiss at first, me pulling back only inches from him after a second- To look at him, but kissing him again directly after. I got greedier with every single kiss we shared, until Fred took my hands away from his neck and guided them to where the hem of his shirt was.

My fingers played around it, while we were still kissing, trailing along his v-line down to where his trousers were.

„You make me lose my mind," Fred suddenly hissed, pulling back and looking at me. „You."

With this words he pushed me slightly backwards, until my knees hit the edge of his bed and I needed to sit down because I lost balance.

„Oh, God," he groaned low in his throat.

Then he came onto the bed, his body covering mine, making me unable to move. Settling between my legs.

He placed a hand on either side of my head and leaned down to kiss me once more.

Heat erupted inside of me, liquefying in my veins. Heat drifted between my legs and I was losing my breath. Heat formed in my stomach, nearly feeling like it would be burning all of me.

„You're such a good girl, Y/N," Fred whispered against my lips, not stopping to kiss me.

My body instantly relaxed, seeming to melt down into the bedsheets as I open my eyes and look up at him. His beautiful words washing over me like warm water. Without me even realizing at first, I'm suddenly all obedient, like that one little phrase put me in a trance.

He could literally do anything to me in this moment.

I remained moveless, my breathing fast. He sat up on me, his hands slid down my neck, waist, my hips, tracing the outsides of my thighs. The caress was slow, as if he was trying to memorize the curves of my body.

Heat bloomed beneath my skin, tightening in my breasts and burning a lower path.

„Take me," I breathed.

„I won't make it this easy for you, Y/N."

His possessive gaze watched me, almost daring me to stop him, as he slid the dress up my thighs, sliding his hand between the lacy fabric between my legs. My body shivered in anticipation.

Any sense I had left drowned in a pool of lust.

I pulled him down to me, my fingers opening on his jeans, unclasping it with a swift motion while my lips found their way down his neck.

A small whimper escaped his lips. It sent a thunderstroke down my core..

And I- I moaned into his skin.

„I can feel it," Fred whispered, his hand gripping mine and bringing it over my head. „You really want me, right?"

I couldn't answer, my mouth completely dried out from my sallow breathing. That's why I nodded, little moans escaping my lips.

„I'm gonna sneak these legs open and give you what you want."

I turned my head, meeting his lips and kissing him deeply.

All his words.

His words sent me to heaven.

Jeans open, he spread my legs, placing sloppy kisses down my body. The moment Fred finally arrived between my legs, I let out a loud whimper.

„So needy?," he groaned, pulling down my panties and tossing them to the side. „Yeah, I know you like it. And you're damn well going to get it."

His tongue swiped over my heat leaving me shaking. I screwed my eyes shut, my breaths shallow.

But he didn't give me what I wanted. I wanted more, more of him, all of him.

„Look at me."

His voice pulled me out of the hole of emotions I had fallen in. „Look at me, when I make you come."

My eyelids flew open, my eyes slowly finding their way to his. Drowning in the lust he gave me.

„I need you," I choked out, „I need you whole."

His tongue swept over my clit.

„Please," I begged. „Please."

A loud moan escaped my lips, as he buried two fingers deep inside me, curling them upwards. My back ached. „Please!," I begged, moaning, screaming, sweating.

He slowly finger-fucked me.

„Please," I begged again, but he didn't move. „Please!"

My pleads became more desperate, the nearer I came my high. My eyes didn't leave his, while he did what he did. A soft smile had formed on his lips, and as I came his mouth opened, moans escaping it. Staring at me, while my vision blurred and I screamed in lust.

He slowly came up to me again, my legs all going numb on top of the covers. „Your moans are the sweetest sounds I have ever heard," Fred murmured, kissing my forehead. „You know princess, I really wanted to go easy on you," he continued, while I tried to understand what he said, my mind still as numb as my legs. „But now that I've tasted what you're capable of.. now I'll give it to you. Hard. So hard, that you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

„Freddie," I whispered, trying to get the oxygen I needed to not be dizzy anymore.

It didn't work.

My head kept spinning.

Oh, what he did to me.

„Hold on to the headboard," he moaned, taking hold of my wrists and bringing them up himself.

I obeyed. My fingers closed around the wood, hoping it would resist.

„I need this," I whimpered, searching his gaze. „I need more of you."

Looking into my eyes, he slid out of his trousers and pulled down his pants.

„Good lord, Y/N," Fred whispered, „If you keep looking at me like this, I'll come on the spot."

A silent laugh formed in my throat, forcing it's way out.

Then I felt him caressing my heat with his tip. He didn't break eye contact, as he slowly sank deeper, and I started to feel better than ever before.

„Are you okay?," Fred whispered.

„Yes.. yes," I stuttered, adjusting to him. „I'm okay."

He thrust all the way in, bottoming out, and hit me so deep, my eyes rolled back.

Oh, fuck.

„Don't go easy on me," I moaned.

„I won't, princess."

He thrusted into me as he braced himself on the headboard. His pace gave away all remnants of control. „You need me?," he grunted, thrusting into me even faster.

My back arched as an answer.

„You don't need this." He plunged into me hard. Then, again. Harder this time.

„It's me you need."

Wasn't it obvious - that I did need him?

Another brisk thrust. „Say it."

„Yes," I moaned. My body lost all its strength under the waves of pleasure. „I need you."

„C'mon princess, I know you can do better than that," Fred grunted, his hand taking hold in my hair and fucking himself deeper into me. „I know you can be a good girl for me."

„I need you!", I cried out.

My words broke all his will to hold onto his senses. His thrusts lost all sense of rhythm. They came harder, faster, deeper. All of it at once. He fucked into me without any mercy.

His cock slid in and out of me, the muscles in his jaw tightened. All of him wanted to bring me closer and closer to the edge.

„I want to feel you milking me, princess," he said before kissing me deeply. His right hand swiping up to my throat, stealing my breath.

„Come for me," he demanded in a raspy voice. „Come on my cock."

And I did, pushing him over the edge.

„You feel so good," Fred grunted, before his balls tightened, and with one final thrust of his hips, his orgasm ripped through him like a goddamn wrecking ball through his ribcage. „You feel so fucking good, and I want this never again to stop."

#fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley smut #smut #hogwarts

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•HIS CONTROL IS MY RELEASE• Pt. 1

Draco Malfoy + Hermione Granger

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❥ Warnings: Death Eater‘s kink, dom!Draco & sub!Hermione, praise kink, cocksucking (male!receiving), orgasm control, roughness, choking, facefucking,

❥ Request?: No, just for fun.

❥ Summary: “Bloody hell, I should have used you as my toy earlier,“ he sighed, gripping her hair tighter. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “You look pretty sucking my cock, Granger. Don't you care it's an Death Eater's one?,“ he moaned loudly as she let him slide all the way into her throat and she could feel his pre cum on her tongue. “I bet you don't.. and based on looking at you, I would say, you really enjoy it, too.“

❥ Author‘s note: I‘m madly in love with this series.

❥ Word count: ~5250

❥ I DO NOT ALLOW COPYING MY WORK, NOR POSTING IT SOMEWHERE ELSE. MY WORK IS ALREADY POSTED ON WATTPAD AND AO3.

❥ Audiobook (Pt.1):

Draco‘s view read by HIS voice Pt.1/1

Draco‘s view read by HIS voice Pt.1/2

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

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Hermione Granger was sitting at a bar in Muggle London when Draco Malfoy entered. She could see him coming through the door out of the corner of her eyes. The same moment she wondered what by holy Merlin he was doing in the middle of the 'normal' world.

Hermione wasn't sure if the rumors circulating about Malfoy were true - for example that he had secretly married and divorced, that he still had his Death Eater uniform and wore it on special occasions, that he was back now and lived in London after spending some years in New Zealand.

The rumors went into much more detail, but Hermione had forbidden herself to think about it. Then she might actually have thought of Draco Malfoy in a attractive way - at some point.

She hadn't seen him in ages and after how things were going she decided not to speak to him. Instead of that, Hermione buried her nose in her book again.

Out of the corner of her eye she glanced at the watch she wore on her left wrist.

It was 4:41 p.m. Her heart was pounding like crazy.

Only four hours until she could go home and watch her favorite series. She had taken a liking to the muggle series. Whenever she could, she took her time to watch them.

4:50 p.m. Faster.

Hermione's gaze slid from her book to the bar's door. Had he left already? Crossing her legs, she placed the bookmark in her book. At page 394 she had decided to take a little break.

Her lucky number - still, after all these years. A little reminder of someone who had become a hero to her a long time ago.

“Granger.“

The familiar voice sent goosebumps down her spine. She stopped mid-movement, leaving her coffee mug she wanted to grab, on the table next to her.

Hermione looked up to where the voice was coming from. Malfoy faced her and leaned on his palms which he had placed on the tabletop.

She couldn't help it. Maybe it was his eyes, maybe his half-open mouth, maybe his black suit which was unbuttoned, maybe his voice.. but immediately she thought about all the rumors, which were circling around this man.

And about every single one of the dark little dirty secrets that he might kept.

She knew all these thoughts too well. Shamefully well. She almost felt bad as she indulged in her fantasies about this man over and over again. The man who was actually her enemy. At least that's how it used to be when they went to school.

Now he was standing right across from her and staring straight into her brown eyes. Hermione looked up at his face and then to where his shirt was unbuttoned and she could see his upper body. He was bent down far enough..

“Malfoy.,“ Hermione breathed distracted by his muscles, but cleared her throat the next moment. “Hello.,“ she started again, desperate to appear unconcerned.

Malfoy straightened up very slowly. He was still looking straight at her. “We haven't seen each other in ages. You've grown up. Your hair is even longer.“

Hermione almost laughed at the thought of Draco Malfoy actually trying to compliment her. “Are you trying to flirt with me?“.

She didn't know how those words had made their way to the surface, but they were said too quickly and couldn't be undone.

Perplexed, Malfoy stood in front of the table and - for the first time since Hermione had known him - said nothing.

Hermione only provocatively raised her eyebrows.

After what felt like an eternity, he responded. “See you then.,“ Malfoy grumbled, stepping back and already making his way out.

Hermione didn't know what had gotten into her as she stood up and put her hand on his shoulder, right before he reached the doorknob.

Malfoy flinched as she pulled her hand away from him as quickly as possible. He turned to her, his face now just inches from her‘s. “I'm here every day,“ Hermione whispered to him.

She didn't want to admit it, but she wanted to see him again. He was the one thing she had never understood.

And yes, this fact was driving her crazy.

She just wasn't the type of person who was content to know almost everything. She was known for knowing everything.

Malfoy distanced himself. “Nice to know,“ he said almost coldly, his gray eyes nearly piercing her, “See you tomorrow.“

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4:30 p.m. Her heartbeat increased.

Hermione was back at the bar. This time without a book and without coffee. Her notebook lay in front of her and in her right hand she held a glass of red wine.

This time she wasn't sitting at the small table which she usually preferred. Today she was sitting on one of the bar stools which were standing in front of the counter. Her long hair fell down her back in curls - almost to her round butt.

Hermione glanced at the clock every few minutes. She also didn't know why she was sitting here and why she had put on the black dress with the low neckline, which she normally only wore on dates. She was a mystery to herself - that day.

4:40 p.m. Faster.

The red wine was just wetting her lips when the bar door opened. Hermione didn't have to turn around to know that it was Malfoy who was standing in the doorway. She didn't have to turn around to know that it was his eyes, that made her feel like she was being stared at. And she didn't have to look around to know that Malfoy was walking straight towards her.

A small smile played on her lips, as he slid into the chair next to her.

“Granger,“ Malfoy cooed into her ear. In his voice Hermione could hear a note she didn't recognize, while a shiver ran down her spine. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as he sat there. A suit adorned his body again. This time it was dark green.

“Malfoy.“, Hermione said his name in a shaky voice, but intentionally innocent, “What are you doing here?.“ His eyes fixed her immediately. “Someone, looking just like you, said yesterday she would be here every day. And since I have nothing else to do, this is where I spend my time.“

Hermione took a sip from her wine glass. “I didn't mean this bar. I mean London.“ Malfoy turned to the bartender to order a drink. “Same as her, thanks.“

When the bartender placed the glass in front of him, Malfoy slowly turned back to her. “I was fed up with being so far away from here. Also, I've got some errands to do around here so I might stay here for a little longer.“ Hermione put her glass down on the bar. “You don't have time for this then, do you?“

Malfoy seemed to consider before answering. Out of the corner of her eye again, Hermione could see him trying to find the right words.

“I just take the time.“

He actually had the nerve to hint at something again - and again not to say what he really meant.

Hermione sighed softly and turned to face Malfoy. “You've changed.“ she said softly. He didn't look at her. “In what way?“, he asked simply. The question hung in the air between them. Elusive, until Hermione took a deep breath and said what was on her mind.

“You're not being so direct anymore. You didn't insult me at all yesterday,“ He slowly turned his head towards her. “and you came here today, even though you wouldn't have done it a few years ago.“

“Perhaps I have changed more than you can see.“

Was she wrong, or was it a mischievous smile gracing his flawless face?

“Oh yes?“ Her comment sounded almost mocking, and not at all what it was meant to be. Malfoy raised his eyebrows. “Yes,“ he answered, leaning over the counter to grab the pretzel sticks that were there. “Besides, Granger,“ he whispered to her, his eyes on her again, “your dress is far too short.. and far too open.“

Hermione thought she had misunderstood.

“What?“, she asked him almost without understanding. She would have expected anything, but not a reaction like this. “Your dress Granger.. is too short.“ She didn't know what to say, she just sat there and wondered why he was being such a jerk to her now that she really thought he had changed.

Her back went rigid.

“I believe the phrase you are looking for is ‚Yes, Sir.‘, Granger.“

His statement did something to her. Somewhere in her a fire blazed. It was that kind of fire she had blown out years ago. She could feel it, the small flame, right where her body sat on the chair - right between her legs. And somewhere in her there was a kind of excitement that she only felt when she was thinking about her fantasies. Yes, somewhere in her there was still that naughty girl she used to be, before she gave up on herself for other boys.

Hermione frantically considered what to say in reply. She wanted to say the two words, but what would happen then? Her mouth felt dry as she licked her lower lip slightly with her tongue. After all.. what did she have to lose?

“Yes, Sir.“

Malfoy's mouth twisted into the grin that Hermione knew all too well. Instantly she regretted what she had said.

“Granger, don't you just want the answers to the questions you ask yourself every time you see me?“

Hermione flinched. He had caught her off guard. The ass knew Legilimency and she knew no Occlumency.

She was at his mercy.

“Get out of my mind, Malfoy.“

But Draco just took his glass in his hand with a grin. He emptied it in one gulp and got up. “See you tomorrow Granger,“ he breathed, as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

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His presence was ever-present.

Hermione barely stepped through the bar door, as she saw him sitting on the small black couch in the corner of the room. Exactly where the light wasn't quite bright enough and they were protected from other eyes.

“Malfoy,“ she murmured, standing in front of him, “You came.“

Malfoy looked up from the book he'd been reading until just now. Hermione was surprised to see Malfoy, the same Malfoy who had never read in her presence before, with a book. Malfoy closed the book without taking his eyes off her.

“You were hoping to see me,“ he said, and she heard that one undertone in his voice which he had used all the previous days. “Sit down, Granger.“

Hermione walked around the small table in front of the black couch and slowly sank onto the small space left on the couch. Directly next to Malfoy.

“Yes, you've never really been that close to me.“ Malfoy whispered to her while reading her mind again. Hermione briefly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Will you tell me the answers I'm looking for now?“

With the back of his hand Malfoy slid a drink towards her. He must have ordered it earlier. Hermione hesitated. “I may be an asshole, but I would never drug you.“ Malfoy said in response to her thoughts.

“This is getting a bit annoying,“ Hermione stated. Malfoy leaned his back against the back of the couch. “It's quite useful for other things,“ the blonde whispered, grabbing her hair. She flinched as his cold fingers touched her neck.

A tugging spread between her legs. Hermione didn't know where to put her mind. Everything she was thinking was incredibly embarrassing at that moment. It felt like a thousand thoughts were trying to find their way to the surface and begged to be spoken out. She swallowed hard, took a sip of her glass and then looked up to him. “What the hell are you up to, Malfoy?“

Draco just shook his head ever so slightly, smiling. Then he leaned forward to take his drink. With it in his hand, he leaned back and took a sip now too. Hermione's eyes followed the glass which was on his lips and then settled her gaze on his lips, as he put the glass down.

Hermione couldn't help but think about all the things she would like to do with him. And that's exactly why she still acted like everything was leaving her completely cold. Like his hand on the back of her neck wasn't there, and he couldn't see her. Like she couldn’t hear her heart beating in her ears.

“Granger, your thoughts are so loud in my head, I'm tempted to just put them into action.“

Hermione gasped in surprise. “What?,“ she asked playing dumb, but this time very well understanding him. She just couldn't think of a thought that would allow her to comprehend what was happening.

“Everything on your mind,“ Malfoy murmured, his lips almost touching her ear. “I know, you want all of this to happen.“

The cold metal of his rings startled Hermione out of her trance. How had the glass he was holding gone back on the table and how had his hand landed on her knee so suddenly? When there was one thing Malfoy could do: He knew what he was doing and he knew exactly how to do it.

“How dare you touch me?,“ Hermione whispered, but her voice contradicted what she was saying. It was revealing more with every word.

“Because you want it.“

His lips on her neck, his voice in her ear.

“I hate you, Malfoy!“, she gasped.

“You don't hate me. You want me.“

She turned her head towards him. His lips were so close to hers. His gray eyes, so close that she thought she could sink into them.

“I thought, you hated me,“ she murmured, not taking her eyes off of him.

“You thought. You didn't know. I never said it. You have never asked me.“

She felt like, she could hear his heart beating, until she realized he wasn't in her head anymore, and hadn't been for a while.

“Stop playing games with me, Malfoy,“ Hermione started again, but he pulled her even closer so that now she could feel his breath on her lips.

“I'm not playing games. Do I still look like the little boy from back then? No, I've forced myself to grow up to do someone justice. I don't want to let my life be determined by others anymore.“

“Who were you trying to please?,“ Hermione murmured.

Her gaze still caught up on his lips. So close. As seductive, as the apple on the tree in paradise. Toxic, like the effects of a storm. And yet she wanted to take the risk.

Draco didn’t answer her. Instead, he said something she loved to hear. Even if she didn‘t want to admit it yet. “I still own all the things you fantasize about, Granger.“

A shock went through Hermione. It felt like a bolt of lightning that ended between her legs. Oh, how bad she, the Muggleborn, should feel for having those thoughts. And oh, how she didn't care at that moment.

“What about all the things people are talking

about?,“ she whispered almost too softly.

A smile appeared on Malfoy's lips. This time not at all derogatory. “That's all correct, too,“ he said.

Hermione was just about to move closer to him, as he abruptly let go of her. “Maybe see you tomorrow, Granger,“ Malfoy said in a harsh tone before getting up.

Leaving her mad with longing for the forbidden fruit he was to her.

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When she came into the bar the next day, Malfoy wasn't there. Instead, the bartender approached her. Hermione was incredibly confused when he handed her a letter.

“I'm supposed to give you this and hand you a glass of wine afterwards,“ he said in a loud tone, pointing towards the bar, “and make sure you read the letter. The gentleman that brought it paid me a lot of money for it. I would suggest..?“.

Hermione, who was still confused, followed him to the bar and took a seat. As the wine finally stood front of her, Hermione opened the letter while the bartender watched her closely. It was sealed with the Malfoy's crest. Hermione's hands almost trembled, as she broke the crest and pulled the parchment out of the white envelope.

“This man really made a lot of effort, just for you to read a few lines,“ the bartender murmured. Hermione glanced at him briefly, before unfolding the parchment.

Her eyes swept over the first few lines.

‚Hermione,

If you really want me, here are my rules. I will respect whatever your answer is. If you agree, I will be waiting for you at Malfoy Manor. If not, staying away is the answer I needed. I'll be wearing what you fantasized about.

1. If you need me to stop or directions are not ok or unclear, say „Red“.

2. Direct questions and directions must be answered with „Sir“.

3. Ask, never assume.

4. If you are upset, tell me.

5. Say „Thank you” after both reward and punishment.

6. Never be ashamed of what gets you excited.

7. I want to hear what you desire.

8. No negative self talk.

9. Do not touch yourself without asking for permission.

10. Do not touch me without asking me for permission.

11. No orgasms without asking for permission.

12. When being spanked you will count.

13. Everything we do or say is role play and isn't meant to hurt each others feelings.

D.M.‘

Hermione read the letter at least three times before reaching for her glass. She drained it with a single gulp.

“There must have been written something special in this letter,“ the bartender whispered, looking at Hermione‘s face. Then he turned away and took care of the other guests' orders.

Hermione sat on her stool with the letter in her hand. She did not know what to think. She only knew that she wanted all of this.

Every single thing. Everything. Without exception.

She didn’t know what he was planning for her and yet she didn’t care. All Hermione knew was: She longed to please him.

And she didn't care, that it was a Death Eater, that was going to give it to her. In fact, she wanted him.

She wanted Draco Malfoy.

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“Granger.“

Hermione heard Malfoy's voice echo through the Manor as the front door magically opened. She entered slowly. The Manor was large. Even the entrance hall was huge.

“Malfoy,“ Hermione replied with a smile on her lips. They got used to each other over the few days. It was almost like a game. First he said her name or she his and then the other one answered. Hermione had enjoyed those little things.

“Please go upstairs where my bedroom is. I'll follow you shortly,“ she heard his voice sounding through the halls again. But Hermione couldn‘t tell from where in the Manor his voice came.

Hermione looked over at the large stone staircase that led upstairs to the first floor. Slowly she made her way upstairs.

The door on the left side of the hallway was open. It was a large oak door with silver handles. Hermione slowly walked toward the room, still focused on all the sounds behind her. As Hermione entered, the door suddenly slammed shut behind her. She got a terrible shock.

“Malfoy?,“ she whispered into the empty room. He wasn't there. Hermione started to wonder if it had all been a mistake.

Did he just want to tease her?

She walked over to the window to look out. It was already getting dark outside. Hermione hadn't even noticed how quickly the time had flown by. She sighed and was about to lean on the window sill, when she suddenly heard the faint crackle of an apparation behind her.

Then, out of nowhere, someone had wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her back into his grip. Hermione squeaked in surprise, but quickly caught herself.

“Your thoughts are so loud in my head, I can't even think straight anymore.“

Draco Malfoy.

The cold metal of the mask pressed against the back of her neck, as his grip on her neck tightened.

“Come with me.“

He pulled her backwards, away from the window to the end of the bed.

“On your knees, Mudblood.“

Hermione's mind was suddenly blown blank. All her thoughts were gone with only this one word. If someone else had said it, it wouldn't have had the desired effect. Yes, she would even have just left.

But it was Malfoy who said it.

And fuck it, it turned her on.

So much, in fact, that just that word had her soaking her panties.

Hermione knelt down, palms up on her thighs. Yes, it wasn't the first time she had done that. She had her eyes on his mask which covering his face, and on his bulging eyes which seemed to jump at her through the mask.

Her gaze swept over his body. It was cloaked in black leather, buckles and fabric. Only his hands were visible, on which he was wearing all the rings he had worn during his school time. She also recognized the signet ring with the serpent on one of his fingers.

“Tell me what you want to happen,“ Malfoy growled. Hermione could hear how strained he was sounding.

“Fuck my brain out.“

Hermione had no idea how the words had come out of her mouth. The sight of him almost drove her insane.

“You forgot something.“

His voice sounded more demanding and somber than before. Hermione considered albeit a moment too long.

“I,“ she muttered. “Strike one,“ he answered.

“I don't know,“ she whispered again. “Strike two,“ he growled.

“Sir,“ she finally spat out.

“This will have consequences,“ Malfoy whispered and ran his fingers through her hair, “and now be a good fucktoy and say the whole sentence again.“

Hermione wanted to feel the consequences. She wanted the pain - but more than anything, she wanted this man.

“Please fuck my brain out, Sir,“ she said with a big grin on her lips.

Malfoy reached for her chin and let his hand wander down at her throat. Than he squeezed it tight.

“You will obey me. You will do everything I say. Do you understand?“

Hermione tried to swallow, but couldn't. He tightened his grip more and clawed his nails into her throat. Than he let go. “Use your words, Mudblood. I want to hear your voice.“

“I understand, Sir.“, Hermione whimpered, barely able to control herself anymore. She never thought, this would ever happen to her.

“Now be my good little whore and open my trousers.“

His voice made her feel even more edged on. Hermione tried to remember how to use her hands, but she was just staring at his whole formal Death Eater Uniform.

“Use your fucking hands, whore,“ Malfoy demanded. His voice sounded dangerous and made her almost flinch. She lifted her shaky hands slowly and pulled down the silver zipper of his leather trousers.

“Now take them off.“

Hermione didn't even hesitate. She grabbed his trousers and pulled them off his perfect body while staring at the mask. She felt butterflies rise up in her stomach and moaned silently, as he took his hand and put it on her head.

“Take my pants off, Mudblood.“, Malfoy said with a trembling voice. He struggled to control himself.

Hermione smiled, watching his mask. She put her fingers on the waistband and slowly pulled his pants down. Her eyes darted to his dick. She gasped in amazement.

“Open your mouth, my little whore. I'll rip up your throat now.“

Hermione thought she would faint. She was so horny that all she really could think about was letting him fuck her brain out. At least it was a good way to go stupid.

“Open up, or I will make you do it.“

She didn't. She was too curious what would happen next.

“A little brat you are, huh?,“ Malfoy growled, his teeth clenched behind the mask. “Open up immediately!“

His hand shot to her face and slapped her cheek. Hermione gasped, half in surprise, half in arousal. Then she grinned, but when she still didn't open up, he put his hand on her nose.

“That's the last time I'll say it. Do you understand, Mudblood? You open up immediately, or you will first be punished and then left alone and unsatisfied in this room.“

Hermione couldn't breathe and she loved that feeling. She didn't even have to touch herself to know that her whole knickers and more were soaked.

When she finally opened her mouth with a moan, he immediately grabbed her head and let his dick slide in her mouth. He didn't say a word, nor a sound, but she knew he loved it. She sucked his hard dick with pleasure, looking at his now closed eyes.

“Put your hands behind your back, Mudblood.“, Draco whispered, trying to oppress a moan. “Suck it faster.“

Hermione did what he wanted, letting her mouth slide up and down his cock. When she used her tongue, Malfoy finally let out a silent moan.

“Bloody hell, I should have used you as my toy earlier,“ he sighed, gripping her hair tighter. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “You look pretty sucking my cock, Granger. Don't you care it's an Death Eater's one?,“ Draco moaned loudly, as she let him slide all the way into her throat and she could feel his pre cum on her tongue. “I bet you don't, and based on looking at you, I would say, you really enjoy it, too.“

Hermione smiled, her thoughts letting her go completely insane. “Fuck, Granger,“ Malfoy hissed suddenly, “You really want to taste loads of my good pureblood cum?“

Draco‘s eyes were glassy, watching at his dick disappearing in her mouth over and over again. “Don’t choke,“ he moaned whilepushing his dick even deeper, letting out a loud whimper.

Draco Malfoy fucking whimpered.

She felt his warm, sour cum squirt deep into her throat and swallowed every drop, before moaning and trying to control herself not to cum too. “Don’t,“ Malfoy simply moaned, grabbing her arm and pulling her up on her feet.

Hermione had trouble to stand. Her knees were weak.

“Undress yourself, little Mudblood,“ Malfoy whispered, still trying to control himself again. “Slowly.“

He went to the bed and sat down on the edge, right where the bed ended. Hermione went after him, heavily breathing. Her brain felt numb from his constant pushing her head onto his dick earlier.

Hermione looked at the Death Eater sitting on the edge of the bed and couldn’t be more aroused. Knowing it was Malfoy made it even better for her.

She slowly undressed her sweater and skirt, leaving her underwear on.

“Take it all off,“ Malfoy whispered, his cock visibly starting to harden again. “You’re such a good toy, Hermione. Look how much you turn me on.“

Hermione felt like being in a bubble of lust and overexcitement. She slipped out of her wet red knickers, pulled off her matching bra and went to the man, who owned her now. She felt her wetness run down between her thighs, while all she wanted was finally sit down on his perfect cock.

“Lay down on the bed, my little whore,“ Malfoy moaned silently, watching her immediately doing what he ordered her. “Slide to the edge.“

Hermione sat up and did as he said. “Watch me,“ Malfoy whispered and slowly unzipped his uniform jacket. “Look me in the eyes.“

He slowly undressed himself in front of her, sliding down his jacket from his arms and let it fall to the floor. Hermione felt like she couldn’t breathe. Loads of little moans escaped her lips, while Malfoy unbuttoned his black suit shirt. His eyes didn’t leave her face for a single moment. His suit shirt slid to the floor.

Hermione stared at his Death Eater Mark. All she could think was, how much Malfoy turned her on, too. It was him, she was longing for.

When he was standing there naked, he slowly approached Hermione. She was laying in bed, breathing heavily with her mouth wide open. She watched him coming closer, still looking at her.

“Take it off,“ Malfoy whispered, guiding Hermione’s hands to his mask. “Yes, Sir,“ Hermione moaned silently and slowly let his mask slide down his face. His beautiful features appeared from underneath it.

“Lay down, toy,“ Malfoy hissed now, his eyes full of lust. “Enjoy my tongue.“

With these words Draco parted her legs. He got on his knees directly in front of her and let his tongue slide over her swollen cunt. “You taste like heaven, litte Mudblood,“ he moaned loudly, his dick twitching.

“Taste,“ he said, sliding one finger inside her and pulling them out, before pushing it wide into Hermiones’s mouth. Hermione didn‘t even choke.

She sucked this finger clean. „So good, Sir.“, she whispered.

The prince of Slytherin really kneeled between her legs, desperate to eat her out.

Malfoy smiled, making her moan out loud, as he stuck his fingers inside her again, twitching and hitting her most sensitive spot. “Oh fuck,“ Hermione spit out between the electrifying shocks he gave her, “You’re so good.“

“Don’t cum, Mudblood,“ Malfoy moaned, his mouth vibrating against her cunt. He licked every single part of it, letting his tongue wander around her swollen button. “Please fuck me, Sir. Please,“ Hermione begged, almost blacking out from the pleasure he gave her.

He pulled his fingers out her and came up to her, looking her straight into the eyes. “You want to feel my big Death Eater’s cock, huh?,“ he smiled.

With one hand he grabbed her throat and squeezed it. Hermione moaned loudlessly. He lift up her butt und placed his dick at her cunt. Hermione felt like she would explode. “Beg for my dick,“ Malfoy demanded, loosening his grip around her throat.

“Please put it in there, Sir, please, please, please,“ Hermione moaned, looking at his dick at her cunt. Malfoy came over her, looking into her eyes. “You are so pretty begging for me to be fucking you,“ he whispered. His lips were caressing her throat, leaving little hickeys everywhere.

Marking her as his for everyone to see.

“Look me in the eyes, toy,“ Draco moaned while slowly sliding his cock in.

Than he finally kissed her.

His eyes didn’t leave her’s, as he slowly fucked her. His hand was still at her throat, her mouth wide open. Loud moans and pleads escaped her mouth with every thrust.

Hermione didn‘t even know what she was pleading for. She just wanted more.

He kissed her again, sucking on her lip, tasting his cum on her tongue. He felt her walls flutter around his cock, as she closed her eyes for a second. Her whole body was begging for release.

“I’m close,“ Draco moaned into her ear. “I’ll pump my hot pureblood cum into you.“ He tried to steady himself, as Hermione started yelling and moaning at the same time.

“You’re all mine now.“

He twisted her nipples, giving her the last sensation she needed. “Come for me,“ he demanded, thrusting into her harder with every push, “Now.“

She whimpered, pulling him closer.

“Draco,“ she finally moaned his name a few seconds after, “Oh Draco.“

She looked him straight into the eyes, as her body started shaking with force. Her pussy literally soaked his dick with her juices, while she was screaming his name, still being fucked by him.

“I’m cumming Hermione,“ Draco almost screamed too, pushing into her with a few more thrusts and finally squirting his cum deep inside her pussy..

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•HIS LONGING FOR MY HUSBAND•

DRACO MALFOY + MATTHEO RIDDLE + HERMIONE GRANGER

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•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ❥ Warnings: bisexual dom!Draco + bisexual sub!Mattheo, sub!Hermione, begging, facefucking, oral (male!&fem! receiving&giving), praise kink, riding, mindreading, creampie, threesome,

❥ Request?: I wrote this one on request from my Instagram a while ago (see msg above).

❥ Summary: Hermione finds out about Mattheo having feelings for Draco - and herself having feelings for both.

❥ Author‘s note: This one is like a small part of a dream coming true for me. I loved writing it. I‘m thinking about writing it in Draco+Mattheo+Y/N(?).

❥ Word count: ~4170

❥ I DO NOT ALLOW COPYING MY WORK, NOR POSTING IT SOMEWHERE ELSE. MY WORK IS ALREADY POSTED ON WATTPAD AND AO3.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

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The first time Hermione had noticed Mattheo looking at Draco differently than it had been for years, was at a garden party at Mattheo's house.

Hermione and Draco were standing under one of the large white parasols which were set up in the garden. She was just sipping from Draco's wineglass, when she looked over his shoulder and caught Mattheo red-handed.

Mattheo was standing directly across from them, leaning against the wall of his house, smoking. His eyes gave way to his thoughts. If Draco had turned around that very moment and looked him in the eyes - only Merlin knew, what he would have found there.

But Hermione saw his gaze and while she couldn't read his mind like Draco could, she saw the lust that flashed in his very eyes as Draco turned and placed his glass on the table next to them. Mattheo eyed Draco so tensely that he didn't even realized that Pansy had come up to him and had started talking.

When Pansy tapped him on the shoulder for not responding, Mattheo looked away from Draco and accidentally looked straight into Hermione's eyes. He immediately realized she knew it.

She stared back and couldn't help but smile, knowing that Draco had always thought Mattheo was attractive - But neither of the boys wanted to admit that there were other things than just 'normal' monogamous relationships with one man and one woman.

Draco was talking about his work and some paperwork he was supposed to have done in four days, when Hermione saw Mattheo walking over to them. His steps were slow and his eyes almost pierced Draco's back. Hermione tried with all her strength to keep her thoughts to herself, wanting to see how the evening would turn out.

Mattheo greeted Draco by placing his hand on his shoulder and patting it gently. He was laughing and making a joke about Thestrals. To anyone else it would have seemed innocent but Hermione saw him bite his lip and his hand trailing down Draco's chest as he lifted it from his shoulder.

Her eyes wandered to her glass which she had now picked up from the table and she studied the red texture of the wine, shimmering in the dusk light. She listened to Draco and Mattheo innocently but an idea had already formed in her mind.

She wanted them both. She wanted to feel them, to fuck them, to own them. She wanted to hear Draco's name out of Mattheo's mouth and she wanted to see Draco indulge in a fantasy, he'd never had the opportunity to live until now.

She just didn't know how she could make it happen.

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It was already evening when Mattheo said goodbye to the last guests - the last ones except for Hermione and Draco.

Mattheo was just closing the front door with a slight movement of his hand when he noticed Hermione shamelessly lasciviously taking a seat on his large, black leather couch. Draco couldn't take his eyes off off of her, as she sat there in her dark green dress that was pulled up to her thighs. She had crossed her legs slightly with the one foot on the floor on tiptoes.

She looked as innocent as she definitely wasn‘t.

Her other foot tapped to the beat of the soft music coming from the radio that was placed on the antique wooden table next to the door to Mattheo's bedroom. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth slightly open and a soft sigh made it out of her mouth at that moment.

Draco stared at Hermione and didn't notice Mattheo stepping up behind him. Mattheo stopped a few inches behind Draco and inhaled his scent, his eyes never leaving Hermione. Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked around Draco and lightly elbowed him in the side.

“That was a good party, wasn't it?,“ he laughed mockly, more to get Draco's attention than for any other reason. Hermione opened her eyes and looked over at the two men - almost in surprise. They weren't standing far from her.

“Mattheo..,“ she said in a softly tone and in a voice that made both men immediately look back at her, “..you could visit us tomorrow. Draco has discovered that he seems to enjoy fumbling half-naked on his new motorcycle.“

After all, her expression was innocent, as were her movements, but Draco saw exactly where she was getting at.

He looked into his wife's beautiful eyes and by Merlin, he wished he could have taken her right here and now - right there on the couch. On Mattheo‘s couch. With Mattheo watching them.

Hermione gave him that kind of look which made her irresistible to him and he could feel how much it aroused him. It took him a lot of strengh not to run over to his wife and fuck her right on the spot.

“I don't know.. what are you thinking about it, Draco? The two of us, half-naked and tuning up a motorcycle?“ An innocent smile played around Mattheo's lips. It was in complete contrast to what his eyes were showing.

‚Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.‘

Draco could hear Mattheo's thoughts in his mind. It was the first time he had let him inside his head in ages.

‚Take me. Please.‘

Draco gulped. He tried not to show anything to Hermione. He was still standing there with his body turned towards Hermione and Mattheo beside him. Their shoulders were nearly touching. Draco would have loved to turn around to Mattheo.

‚You can have me. I'm your’s.‘

Mattheo's thoughts in Draco's head grew louder and louder. He couldn't concentrate on anything other anymore.

Hermione watched the scene intently. She could tell from the way Draco clenched his fingers in a fist and then stretched it out that he was bound by Mattheo. She knew that not much was missing for him to give in to him, but she also knew that this wouldn't happen this evening. She would have to talk to Draco first, because without her permission he would never get involved in anything else then only them two.

“See you tomorrow, Mattheo. Around 7pm?“

Hermione's voice literally cut through the air and tension between the two men. Mattheo cleared his throat. “Of course. See you tomorrow then.,“ he whispered. His voice was shaky. After a few seconds Mattheo turned around and escorted his last guests for the evening to the front door.

‚Tomorrow?‘

Draco heard Mattheo‘s question in his head, just as Mattheo slowly closed the door behind the two of them.

Hermione took his hand and as his fingers wrapped around hers, Hermione opened her mind to him. It wasn't a long walk home, so they walked. They spoke wordlessly, Hermione thinking and Draco reacting with his body language.

‚He wants you.,‘ Hermione thought. Draco squeezed her hand lightly as a sign he had heard her.

‚What's stopping you? I could see you struggling not to give in to him.‘ Draco sighed softly, almost silently. He shrugged his shoulders. He didn‘t know what to say.

‚I want to see it.‘ Hermione just thought it with no other words to not mislead the statement. ‚I want to feel you both.‘

Draco now stopped and turned to face Hermione. “Did I get that right?,“ he asked his wife. Hermione didn't even bat an eyelash when she said it out loud again.

“I want to feel you both. I want to see you fuck him.“

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At 7 p.m. sharp there was a knock on the large glass front door that had separated the Malfoy's home from the rest of the world for several years already.

Hermione opened the door for Mattheo.

She had come up with an special idea for this warm summer evening. Draco had disappeared outside to the garden for over an hour ago already.

If Mattheo walked through the Manor and through the other glass door in the huge bay window which leads to the garden, he would spot Draco with nothing on but only wearing black sweatpants.

Hermione was wearing her long, red sundress which had a slit on one side, that started right at her waist and went down to the bottom. She was tired of looking innocent. Tonight, she wanted to be anything but that.

At least she hoped so.

“Good evening, Mattheo.,“ she whispered attractingly, as he stepped through the door into the Manor. He tried not to stare at her bare skin, but he noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear. It was unmistakable - no matter where he placed his gaze on at her body. She looked amazing standing there, barefoot and with her long loose hair falling in curls over her big breasts.

“Hello, Hermione.“ Mattheo swallowed hard. In fact, he had never seen his friend's wife like this before. He couldn't help but wonder what lay underneath the thin layer of fabric which she used to hide her curves with from other people's eyes. Hermione smiled.

“Draco is outside in the garden. You surely want to see him first?,“ she asked him with an innocent expression on her face. Mattheo didn't take his eyes off her bare hips. „I wouldn't mind staying here a little longer..,“ he breathed.

„Would you like a drink?,“ Hermione asked him, leading the way towards the kitchen. „I've got a really good brandy in my cupboard..“

“Brandy sounds good.,“ Mattheo answered her, with more than desire for the drink in his voice. And Hermione.. she liked the feeling he gave her with it.

Slowly she opened the cupboard that hung over the kitchen counter. It was where Draco kept his most expensive brandy and whisky. “It‘s really good.. it‘ doesn‘t taste too tart.. and has a fruity note..,“ Hermione began to explain to Mattheo - But Mattheo was staring out of the window. Hermione followed his gaze.

He was staring at Draco.

Draco was kneeling next to his motorcycle, working on one of the wheels.

“I know what you want.,“ she said with a slight undertone in her voice that immediately drew Mattheo's attention back to her. “Your facial expression can't be mistaken. You‘re almost drooling, looking at him.“

She turned away without waiting for an answer and picked up one of the glasses on the wall cabinet to fill it with expensive brandy. Mattheo really didn't know what to say. He felt bad the night before after the two left. Mostly because he was afraid that his friends had felt completely different about the situation than he did. He may have misunderstood Hermione.

“Do you want me to leave?,“ Mattheo asked Hermione. But she just shook her head, causing her brown locks to fly slightly around her head. Then she laughed and handed the glass to him. “No, quite the opposite. I already told Draco..,“ she replied while reaching for another glass. “I can't wait.“

She didn't look at Mattheo as she was saying these words.

Mattheo‘s gaze lingered on her for a long time, before he did finally take a sip of his brandy and looked back at Draco in the garden. “What did he reply to that?,“ Mattheo demanded, his excitement evident in his voice and without taking his eyes off the man.

“He didn't need to say anything. Just seeing his breathing pick up speed when I told him I want to see you two fuck was enough.“

Hermione tapped on the kitchen window cautiously. The sound surprised her husband slightly, so that he looked over to the window, confused.

Noticing not only Hermione in the kitchen but also Mattheo, his expression changed immediately and he got up from the grass he had been kneeling on.

His muscles seemed to dance in the glare of the evening sun as he moved. Even Hermione wondered how she deserved him and his body. She called herself lucky every time she took Draco‘s clothes off or kissed him.

Her gaze rested on his hip. A moment later, as he stepped out in front of the bike, Hermione could see that he wasn’t thinking about the motorbike the whole time.

He definitely had indulged into more hotter thoughts.

Draco raised a hand in greeting and pointed to the right, where the door of the terrace was separating the garden from the house. He made his way there and with every step the bulge in his pants became more than obvious.

Hermione pulled Mattheo with her by the sleeve. “Come, go greet your host.,“ she laughed softly. Mattheo didn't need to be told twice. He was at the door before Hermione, right when Draco who had kicked off his shoes and was stepping into the living room. “Hello, Mattheo.,“ Draco greeted him and kissed Hermione passionately.

‚I want you to kiss me like that.‘

Mattheo pushed himself into Draco's head, causing him to flinch at his words. Draco's lips didn't break away from Hermione as he opened his eyes and stared at Mattheo, who had come up behind Hermione.

Draco looked at Mattheo's lips, and actually for a moment imagined what it would be like to kiss him. His grip on Hermione's waist tightened. How badly he wanted to kiss him too..

Mattheo was only a few inches away.

Hermione opened her eyes and caught the look her husband was giving his friend. She broke away from Draco. “Kiss him.,“ she breathed into Draco's ear, after slowly getting up on her tiptoes and bending towards him. Draco kissed her forehead slowly, not looking away from Mattheo.

A heartbeat later he bridged the space between them in only one step.

Mattheo's mouth was slightly open, his lips glossy, his breathing fast and shallow. His heart was beating like crazy. He had been waiting for this moment for years already. Even if he had never admitted it to himself: His desire for his friend grew more and more over time - until he could hardly bear it anymore. That‘s why he told Draco the evening before.

Draco looked Mattheo straight in the eyes as he ran his hand through his hair, pulling his head towards him. The room around them seemed to pulsate, so loud echoed their heartbeat in their ears.

Finally - after what felt like an eternity - their lips touched.

Hermione couldn't help, but admit that the sight of the two men drove her insane. They kissed with a passion Hermione had otherwise only experienced from Draco when he fucked her.

Hermione‘s hand, which she had used to brush her hair out of her face a second ago slowly wandered down her body. He didn’t take her eyes off her husband. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter the longer she watched them.

It was like being addicted. Hermione couldn't stop.

Draco's left hand had meanwhile travelled down Mattheo's back and was gripping his perfect ass. Mattheo moaned softly into Draco's mouth, which only made him harder..

Suddenly, Hermione stepped up to the two and put her hand on Draco's shoulder. Almost reluctantly he broke away from Mattheo and looked at her. A smile played around Hermione's lips. “I'm going upstairs.,“ she said softly. “Will you two be following?“

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Hermione walked into her bedroom and immediately pulled the dress over her head, only to drop it on the floor. The wetness between her legs had become unbearable for her, and with a soft sigh, she sank down on her bed. She ran her fingers over her nipples which instantly stiffened and wondered when her husband would be coming upstairs with Mattheo.

Her thoughts kept turning to the scene of how passionate her husband had looked while kissing Mattheo. She could feel the heat only too well that this thought triggered in her midst. Lost in thought, she slipped her hand between her legs and moaned softly at her own touch.

The next moment the bedroom door opened.

Hermione turned her head slightly, still moaning, only to see her husband standing in the doorway, breathing heavily and dragging Mattheo behind him. He barely walked a few steps into the room when he pulled Mattheo to him and caught his eye.

“Get on your knees, love.,“ he breathed. Mattheo immediately did as Draco asked.

Draco slipped his pants off his hips and they fell to the floor without much effort. Out came his perfect cock, thick and veiny, and Hermione was almost a little jealous that she wasn't in Mattheo's place now. She was still lying on the bed, but now had her legs apart so that Draco could stare at her most intimate part. Her gaze met her husband's.

‚I'm almost losing control.‘

Draco parted his lips slightly in response to her question and licked his tongue across them. „Not now. I want you to cum on my cock, when I fuck you.“ His tone was assertive, just as Hermione was used to from him.

He turned back to his - now - lover. “Open your mouth, love.,“ Draco cooed with a lascivious grin to Mattheo, who was kneeling in front of him and looking up at him with a longingly expression on his face.

Draco grabbed his hair again when Mattheo finally opened his mouth and let Draco's full length slide down his throat. Draco groaned softly, as did Mattheo. His moans grew louder the more he ruthlessly fucked Mattheo's throat. They completely forgot everything around them for a minute..

“All you could think about since last night was 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me' and how you moan my name.,“ Draco said to Mattheo and his voice grew darker as he became more aroused.

Hermione pulled her fingers out of her slit and slowly got up from the bed. With a few steps she was beside them and kissed Draco passionately.

“Oh fuck, Mattheo.,“ Draco moaned his name into her mouth. Hermione chuckled. “Look at him Princess, look how well he's taking me.“ He spoke with an effort and Hermione could see his longing for release in his eyes. “Do it.,“ she whispered in permission into Draco's ear.

Mattheo had his eyes half closed and was moaning with every thrust. “Fuck Mattheo, this feels so good.,“ Draco moaned again, his thighs shaking. “I want you to say my name.“ Mattheo groaned more and he said Draco's name, but the sound was muffled. Draco gripped his hair tighter. “Louder.,“ he commanded him.

“Draco!,“ Mattheo moaned again, as Draco pulled his cock out of his mouth for a second. 'You're my good boy.,“ Draco whispered, admiring the saliva dripping from Mattheo‘s chin and picking up where he left off. Hermione kissed him again and slid her hand up to his butt, to press him even tighter into Mattheo's mouth.

“I'm so close, wait until you can taste me, wait.. soon..,“ Draco tilted his head back, “I'll fill your throat and make you swallow all my pureblood cum.“ Draco moaned with lust as he took a few final thrusts down Mattheo's throat, filling his mouth completely. And the good boy Mattheo was, he swallowed it all.

Hermione thought, she would tear apart in lust.

Draco opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. “Fuck me.,“ she whispered and pulled her husband to the bed with her. “Kneel down on the bed, princess. It's your turn now.,“ Draco said, pushing her forwards slightly. Hermione knelt down on the bed facing him. “Open up, wife.,“ he commanded, putting his cock to her lips. Hermione grinned and willingly opened her mouth.

Mattheo came into sight from behind Draco.

“My good girl.,“ Draco moaned softly as she started sucking him, “Suck me, make me hard again.“

Mattheo wrapped one hand around Draco's waist, to tease his nipples and used his other hand to slide Draco's cock even deeper into Hermione's mouth. He bowed his head and placed small kisses on Draco's throat and neck.

Draco moaned more and more loudly. “You both are so fucking addicting, oh fuck..“ He was momentarily overwhelmed with all the impressions, Hermione blowing him so well and Mattheo rubbing his hard cock against his back.

“Does this feel good, Princess? Moaning all over my hard Deatheater's cock, and taking it like the good little slut you are?“

Hermione felt dizzy with pleasure. She wanted to feel him. Deep in her, where he belonged. She forced words to the front of her mind, just for him to hear it.

‚Fuck my cunt now, finally..‘

Draco pulled his cock out of her mouth. 'Lie down.', he said to Mattheo, in a tone, that left no room for contradiction. Mattheo slowly lowered himself onto the bed, not taking his eyes off Draco. “Blow his cock.,“ Draco demanded of Hermione. She hesitated for a moment, but then lowered her lips over Mattheo's hard cock with a big grin. “Oh Merlin.,“ Mattheo groaned as Hermione started sucking him into her mouth, “Your wife is a goddess.“

Draco let out a soft laugh. “I'll fuck you, until you can't walk no more, Hermione, until everything you can say is my name.“ Hermione swallowed, Mattheo's cock still inside her mouth.

“Hermione,“ Mattheo groaned, “Hermione, this is so good, please don't stop.“

Draco climbed onto the bed behind her and placed his cock right in front of her entrance. “Today you are our fucktoy, Princess.,“ he said before shoving himself deep into her tight pussy. She tensed, about to come. “Draco,“ Hermione moaned, “Draco!“

“Yes, do it again, I want to feel you squeeze my cock with your tight pussy.“

Draco fucked her with hard thrusts, banging his cock against the walls of her pussy, but he didn't stop. He knew how much Hermione loved that feeling. “You're my fucktoy, my cock looks so perfect in your sweet cunt, I can't stop watching it.“

“Draco.,“ Mattheo suddenly whimpered, “I'm coming, I can't hold it any longer.“

As soon as he said those words, he came right into Hermione's mouth, who was moaning Draco's name so loudly, that Mattheo's cum ran out of the corners of her mouth back onto his dick.

“Oh fucking hell, I love how you scream my name, and he is looking so perfekt cumming for us, bloody Merlin, I'm going to pump all my pureblood seed into you too, Princess..“

Draco pulled her off Mattheo. “You want to be our little whore, don't you?,“ he breathed in Hermione's ear, „Come on my lap.,“ he said louder this time, his voice demanding and dark. She knew what this meant. Draco lay flat on the bed and pulled Hermione onto him. “Finally..,“ Hermione breathed as she lowered herself onto his cock. Draco leaned forward and kissed her greedily.

As she started riding him, her screams got louder and louder. He clawed his fingers into her ass and caressed her breasts which were bouncing up and down. “Faster, princess, come on, squeeze every drop of cum out of me with your tight pussy.,“ he whispered to her. Hermione was no longer paying attention to him. She rode herself to the climax, she finally wanted salvation, she couldn't wait any longer.

Draco glanced over at Mattheo, who was laying on the bed next to them, watching him jerking off his cock. He kept his eyes on him as he spoke to Hermione. “Tell me how much you love my cock, fucking you so hard, wife.“ “So much, Draco.“ Hermione could barely speak.

“Love, look at me, I want you to look at me, when you cum.,“ Draco demanded of Mattheo. Mattheo opened his mouth in a silent scream, spurred on by Draco's words and his eyes were still locked with Draco's when his load shot out of his cock, directly on the bed and over Draco's thighs, who smiled and let his thumb run over Mattheo's mouth. “Don't pause, Princess, keep going.,“ Draco demanded again, turning to Hermione.

“Are you coming, Princess?,“ he moaned in her ear, “Are you coming? Tell me how does it feel to know, that I'm gonna fuck you 'til you black out?“

Hermione sat up on his cock, his words making her feel unbelievably hot. “Not yet.,“ he commanded her. “Wait.“

She whispered his name over and over, almost like a prayer. “Draco..,“ she whined and kept urging, “please let me cum!“ Her screams grew louder, as he entered her without pausing and hit her in her sweetest spot. “Not yet, princess.,“ he moaned, trying to control himself.

She wanted him to lose control.

“I can't hold it anymore..,“ she almost yelled, as he squeezed her nipple lightly, making her see stars. He slid his hand to her neck, his thumb on one side of it and the other fingers on the opposite side, squeezing it tightly, leaving traces of his fingernails on her skin. She moaned, before losing control of her breathing, but tried anyway and realized how much it turned her on. She caught his gaze and when he finally looked at her, she opened her mouth in desire and he understood. “Now cum for me, Princess. Run all your delicious liquids down my dick.“

Hermione completely lost control. Her screams were so loud, that they rang in the two men's ears. „“Your cunt feels so amazing, I'm almost there Princess, keep going, I want to see your sweet ass bouncing up and down my cock.“

“I'm coming..,“ Hermione yelled. “Me too, Princess, come with me.,“ Draco replied, unable to breathe because all of his pleasure.

Mattheo slid over to them and started kissing her neck, biting and leaving marks of him on her skin too, and reached between her legs and began rubbing her most sensitive area.

And Hermione came. She came so hard, that she actually fell unconscious on top of Draco for a moment, after her high-pitched screams had penetrated the whole manor.

Draco kissed her forehead. When she regained consciousness after a few seconds, she saw him kissing Mattheo again.

“Next time I'll fuck you.,“ he said to Mattheo and moaned into his mouth.

Hermione couldn't help, but smile.

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