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Title: Complications
Author: Elena Miscellanyy/ dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 815
Summary: [DracoHermione] Hermione decides she wants to plan things out. [PWP = plot. what? porn!]
Warnings: Graphic Material, Kink, BDSM.
Notes: Written for orthographist. Only real challenge point: use the phrase, "Oh, please, some more, sir!" in sexual innuendo. Prompt chosen, "Talk."
[Christine: Let me know if you like it!]
Hermione was sitting up the middle of their bed, Draco innocently sitting behind her. As innocent as that could prove to be. Currently, Draco's arms were wrapped around Hermione's waist.
"Why do we always have to talk things out, Granger?" He said petulantly, in a whisper. He pressed his lips to her neck and sighed. Hermione felt goose bumps jump across where Draco had breathed.
"Because, Malfoy." She got out slowly, feeling the blonde's hand creep up the side of the night dress. She slapped it away. "I like talking things out."
"Well, Granger, I like you without this nightdress on. Could we pull a compromise?" He said, nursing his slapped hand. She got up off of the bed and crossed her arms.
"Not until we talk." Draco huffed.
"Damn. Talk, talk, talk. All you did was talk all day! Can't we just have sex?" He asked, getting up. She turned to the door, but found it locked. Draco placed his arms on either side of Hermione's head, his body pressed into hers. With a blush, Hermione felt the warm erection on the inside of her thigh and nearly wet herself.
"Hm? Can you talk now, Granger?" He asked slightly, grazing her neck with his lips, before biting.
She gasped, her forehead pressed into the door. Draco grasped her by her shoulders and turned her around, her brown curls flying into his face. She almost collapsed at the pure, unadulterated lust in his eyes, before his lips met her own and ravaged her mouth as if he was leaving her. She pulled his head down, for better access of his warm mouth, and he grinned against her lips. Tauntingly, he pulled off her nightdress and let it slide to the floor.
"Oops." He said dauntingly, before pressing her back against the door. He kissed her once more, before sliding his lips sideways to her jawbone and lightly kissing it, before ravishing her neck with kisses yet again. His hands massages her shoulders as he placed butterfly kissed against her collarbone, and she heaved a sigh of content, the red lace of her bra contracting and expanding with her breaths.
Once he reached the lace of her bra, he pulled it off, exposing her breasts. Draco grinned ferociously, before--for lack of better description--devouring one, while palming and massaging the other. Hermione made incomplete sounds--slapping her hands against his head and moaning frustratedly. He gnashed his teeth against the stiff nipple in his mouth, smirking in his spirit when Hermione's hands slammed against his head.
"Gotta take the pain and the pleasure, Granger." After repeating the process to the other brest, Hermione didn't know what to do with herself, so just stood and let the blonde continue his ministrations. Draco grinned up at her.
"Nothing to say?" Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but found that her voice had gone hoarse from moaning and shrieking at him. "No comments? Perhaps I'm not doing anything." He knelt back onto the floor, looking up at her. She growled, before kneeling down in front of him. She made her eyes big and wide, before blinking innocently up at him.
"Oh, please. Some more, sir!" She said in a small voice, imitating Oliver Twist. That was all Draco needed, to scoop up Hermione and drop her onto the bed. But, Hermione had gotten her qualms. She stopped his spree by pushing him off the bed with her foot, and climbing on top of him.
"I believe I'm done talking, Malfoy, but you've got something that I don't like." He raised an eyebrow at her.
"What, Granger? I'm perfect." He said, making a kissy face at her. She grinned.
"These clothes. They're very obstructing." She grinned, before pulling them all off.
Just as she was about to release him of his knickers, he caught her hands. Grinning, he pushed her back onto the bed and pulled her knickers off, before burying his nose into her nestle of curls. Hermione's fingers pulled his hair slightly, not nearly as painfully as before. His tongue darted out and Hermione repressed a moan, until she could feel it wriggling inside of her and screamed pleasureably. He could see the glistening pink flesh and he grinned, feeling the white, warm release fill his mouth as Hermione shuddered against him.
Pulling his head up, her lips crashed with his and she pulled his knickers down, groaning into his mouth as she felt his erection brush her. Carefully, he slid it into of her, feeling her constrict around his penis. He moved in and out of her slowly, before building up speed, and soon, they were lying over each other, grating hips and clawing hands. Finally, when Draco felt his release come, Hermione's came short after and he collapsed onto her gently, before rolled over and out of her. He turned, and grinned.
"Would you like to talk now?"
Author: Elena Miscellanyy/ dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 815
Summary: [DracoHermione] Hermione decides she wants to plan things out. [PWP = plot. what? porn!]
Warnings: Graphic Material, Kink, BDSM.
Notes: Written for orthographist. Only real challenge point: use the phrase, "Oh, please, some more, sir!" in sexual innuendo. Prompt chosen, "Talk."
[Christine: Let me know if you like it!]
Hermione was sitting up the middle of their bed, Draco innocently sitting behind her. As innocent as that could prove to be. Currently, Draco's arms were wrapped around Hermione's waist.
"Why do we always have to talk things out, Granger?" He said petulantly, in a whisper. He pressed his lips to her neck and sighed. Hermione felt goose bumps jump across where Draco had breathed.
"Because, Malfoy." She got out slowly, feeling the blonde's hand creep up the side of the night dress. She slapped it away. "I like talking things out."
"Well, Granger, I like you without this nightdress on. Could we pull a compromise?" He said, nursing his slapped hand. She got up off of the bed and crossed her arms.
"Not until we talk." Draco huffed.
"Damn. Talk, talk, talk. All you did was talk all day! Can't we just have sex?" He asked, getting up. She turned to the door, but found it locked. Draco placed his arms on either side of Hermione's head, his body pressed into hers. With a blush, Hermione felt the warm erection on the inside of her thigh and nearly wet herself.
"Hm? Can you talk now, Granger?" He asked slightly, grazing her neck with his lips, before biting.
She gasped, her forehead pressed into the door. Draco grasped her by her shoulders and turned her around, her brown curls flying into his face. She almost collapsed at the pure, unadulterated lust in his eyes, before his lips met her own and ravaged her mouth as if he was leaving her. She pulled his head down, for better access of his warm mouth, and he grinned against her lips. Tauntingly, he pulled off her nightdress and let it slide to the floor.
"Oops." He said dauntingly, before pressing her back against the door. He kissed her once more, before sliding his lips sideways to her jawbone and lightly kissing it, before ravishing her neck with kisses yet again. His hands massages her shoulders as he placed butterfly kissed against her collarbone, and she heaved a sigh of content, the red lace of her bra contracting and expanding with her breaths.
Once he reached the lace of her bra, he pulled it off, exposing her breasts. Draco grinned ferociously, before--for lack of better description--devouring one, while palming and massaging the other. Hermione made incomplete sounds--slapping her hands against his head and moaning frustratedly. He gnashed his teeth against the stiff nipple in his mouth, smirking in his spirit when Hermione's hands slammed against his head.
"Gotta take the pain and the pleasure, Granger." After repeating the process to the other brest, Hermione didn't know what to do with herself, so just stood and let the blonde continue his ministrations. Draco grinned up at her.
"Nothing to say?" Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but found that her voice had gone hoarse from moaning and shrieking at him. "No comments? Perhaps I'm not doing anything." He knelt back onto the floor, looking up at her. She growled, before kneeling down in front of him. She made her eyes big and wide, before blinking innocently up at him.
"Oh, please. Some more, sir!" She said in a small voice, imitating Oliver Twist. That was all Draco needed, to scoop up Hermione and drop her onto the bed. But, Hermione had gotten her qualms. She stopped his spree by pushing him off the bed with her foot, and climbing on top of him.
"I believe I'm done talking, Malfoy, but you've got something that I don't like." He raised an eyebrow at her.
"What, Granger? I'm perfect." He said, making a kissy face at her. She grinned.
"These clothes. They're very obstructing." She grinned, before pulling them all off.
Just as she was about to release him of his knickers, he caught her hands. Grinning, he pushed her back onto the bed and pulled her knickers off, before burying his nose into her nestle of curls. Hermione's fingers pulled his hair slightly, not nearly as painfully as before. His tongue darted out and Hermione repressed a moan, until she could feel it wriggling inside of her and screamed pleasureably. He could see the glistening pink flesh and he grinned, feeling the white, warm release fill his mouth as Hermione shuddered against him.
Pulling his head up, her lips crashed with his and she pulled his knickers down, groaning into his mouth as she felt his erection brush her. Carefully, he slid it into of her, feeling her constrict around his penis. He moved in and out of her slowly, before building up speed, and soon, they were lying over each other, grating hips and clawing hands. Finally, when Draco felt his release come, Hermione's came short after and he collapsed onto her gently, before rolled over and out of her. He turned, and grinned.
"Would you like to talk now?"