Harry’s eyes are fixed on the unmoving back door of Hermione and Lavender’s house, his entire body tense from the lack of his girlfriend’s presence.
He bites on his lower lip, trying to contain the urge to get up and go look for her himself, but someone slides into the chair on the other side of the dining table. He gives a quick glance to the person sitting opposite him and sees his best friend Hermione Granger.
“You’ve been awfully quiet this evening,” she says, smiling at him.
Harry grunts, involuntarily dragging his eyes away from the back door to face his friend.
“I’m just waiting,” he mumbles, swirling the brown liquid in his glass before taking a big gulp. Savouring the feeling of the alcohol sliding down his throat.
“For a certain red headed beauty?”
She winks at him before refilling his glass almost to the brim.
“How about a little toast?” she asks, holding up her own glass. “To our friendship and to the beautiful relationship between you and Ginny.”
A smile paints Harry’s lips when he raises his glass and clinks it against hers. She grins mischievously when she puts the glass to her lips and drains it in one go.
“Merlin, Hermione Granger. You’re astonishing,” Harry says, marvelling at his best friend.
She kicks his shin underneath the table. “Your turn, Potter.”
Harry grins back at her before downing his own glass in one go. He slams the glass down on the table, both of them letting out a loud laugh.
“We still got it,” Hermione says and Harry agrees.
The back door opens and Harry’s eyes get drawn to the stunning woman walking into the room. Her hair is windblown, snowflakes stuck into it. Her cheeks and nose are flushed from the cold and it’s almost enough to leave Harry breathless. But then she takes off her coat and she is wearing the most stunning green dress that Harry has ever seen.
He curses under his breath when his eyes get caught by the shortcut of the dress, followed by the slit up the side of it, revealing the skin of her leg. It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before. He has kissed every single inch of her skin while making love to her almost every night. Yet still she manages to take his breath away.
Ginny greets some of the people present at their best friend’s party before locking her eyes on Harry sitting at the table. She walks over and Harry holds his glass so tightly that his knuckles are white. His eyes moving up and down her body, drinking in every single detail as she makes her way through the crowd toward him, her eyes unmoving, her undivided attention on him – and him alone.
She leans down towards him, her lips brushing against his cheek as she places her hand against his other. She captures his lips in a heated, urging kiss and Harry needs to keep himself from grabbing onto her waist and pulling her down in his lap right there and then.
“After the day I’ve just had,” Ginny whispers in his ear, her breath hot against his ear. “I want you to get rough with me later tonight and I don’t give a shit if anyone hears us.”
Harry’s breath hitches and he can feel the flutters in his abdomen intensify when he looks down, right into her cleavage, before she pulls away from him again. He tells himself to calm the fuck down, to keep his composure, to breath in and out really deeply before anyone else sees the state of him after that.
Ginny drops her coat in his lap, covering up the problem that she has caused in his pants, before walking away to get herself a drink.
She gets up off her chair and walks around the table, resting one of her hands on his shoulder as she notices the jacket. “Up the stairs, last door on the left. The guestroom is all yours for the night. Lavender makes wonderful breakfasts.”
She kisses his cheek before walking away, her laughter fading with every step that she takes. He looks after her. Watching as she wraps her arm around Lavender and pulling her in a deep and passionate kiss.
He gulps as he looks away. Hermione had filled up his glass again when his attention had been on his girlfriend entering the room. He takes a few more sips, his eyes following Ginny through the entire room, jealous of each cheek she kisses and each hand that touches her body. He downs the last bit of his drink when she walks back up to him and sits down on the chair next to him.
His eyes catching on her cleavage once again when she leans over and lets her hand run up from his knee, up his thigh and–
Harry can’t suppress the moan leaving his lips when she moves her hands the slightest bit over his length. He can’t deny he is hard, the moment she had walked in he had felt it, the undeniable state of arousal he seems to constantly be in around her. Having her eyes locked on his and her hand pressed against his hard on in his pants made him nearly lose all of his composure and control right there and then in a room full of their family and friends.
“If you don’t let me suck you off right now, Harry Potter.” She groans as she takes a firm grip of the bulge in his pants.
And that does it. Harry grabs her wrist, forcing her to let go of him. He can’t see anything else but her when he gets up from his seat, forcing her up with him. He doesn’t bother to say anything to anyone when he pulls her away from the crowded room into the hallway and up the stairs.
She has a smirk on her face when he pulls her into the upstairs hallway toward the guest room on the left side. She pushes the door closed behind her, grabbing onto his dress shirt as she pulls him in. Her lips meet his in a hot and passionate kiss. Her tongue finds her way into his mouth and he can taste the firewhiskey on her.
Her hands are already fumbling with his belt and before he knows it she has unbuckled it and opened the buttons on his dress pants.
“You’re not wasting any time, are you?” he chuckles and she looks at him.
Her cheeks flushed in the dim light of the moon shining into the room. Her lips slightly parted and her hair more disheveled than before and fuck he thinks she’s the most beautiful thing that he has ever gotten his eyes on.
“If you don’t step out of those pants right fucking now, Harry Potter.”
Harry’s mouth forms a smirk as he kicks his shoes off. When she pulls his dress pants down, he steps out of it like she told him to. She looks up at him, rather at the bulge in his underwear and Harry can see her biting down on her lower lip as she lets her fingers run up his bare legs. She palms him and his head snaps back against the wooden door with a delighted gasp.
She makes quick work of his underwear, tossing it somewhere around the room before running her tongue right across the length of him.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she says, her eyes looking up into his.
The image of her sitting on her knees in that green dress, looking up at him with such need and longing in her eyes, makes him hotter than he already was.
“I’ve been thinking about tearing that dress off of you ever since you walked inside,” Harry says.
She has told him to be rough with her later tonight, so he shall give her everything that she wants.
He takes off the dress shirt, tossing it away before making her stand up, pushing her up against the door. He slides one of his hands around her neck, into her hair as he runs his other hand up her leg, hitching her dress up. He can feel her press her lower body up against his in demand.
He kisses from her lips to her jawline, to her neck and her collarbone. Slowly tracing his tongue down to the low cut of the dress, in between her breasts and he can feel her breathing growing heavier and heavier. Her hands running through his hair and tugging at the ends of the strands when he moves the fabric of the dress away and takes one of her nipples in his mouth. His teeth clamp down on it as his hands manage to make a tear in the low cut of the dress.
She gasps when he looks back up at her and rips the dress open. Her naked body underneath is revealed to him when the torn up dress falls to the ground.
He can’t help the wonder creeping into his voice when he speaks again. “Fuck, you are so fucking gorgeous, Ginny Weasley.”
He pushes her back against the door, kissing her hard and demanding. Forcing her mouth to open and let his tongue tease her. He sucks in her bottom lip, biting down on it, drawing a gasp from her. His hands travel up to her breasts, kneading them firmly, his thumb drawing circles around her nipples before letting his lips suck one of them in. His tongue swirling around her nipple before biting down, pulling and releasing it.
Her hips buck under the pleasure of it and he lets his other hand travel down the planes of her stomach to her heated core, he slides a finger in between her lips and it comes back slick and wet.
“So fucking wet already,” he mumbles appraisingly and a moan sounds from her lips when another finger joins in and he draws circles around her clit. The tip of his tongue finds its way to Ginny’s sweet spot after, a gasp rolling over her lips again when he rubs his tongue over it before closing his lips around it. Sucking on it while her hands find their way into his hair again.
He pulls one of her legs over his shoulder as he fills her body with the sweet sensation of pleasure and her hips involuntarily buck under the strong hands of Harry on her hips. The pulling onto Harry’s hair turns into pushing him closer into her, his lips and tongue stimulating her so sweetly as one of his hands traces the slit of her before two of them enter her.
He feels her losing all constraint and control as soon as he rubs that spot that has her throwing her head back against the door with a loud thump. He can almost feel her crumble underneath the touch of his mouth and fingers.
“Harry,” she moans. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
This is only the fucking beginning, is the only thing that Harry can think. He sucks her clit into his mouth, letting the tip of his tongue tease her as he enters a third finger inside of her. He can feel the leg that’s draped over his shoulder shake as her hips tremble.
“Fuck,” Ginny moans as she orgasms.
Harry licks his lips as she looks down at him. “That was just the first one.”
He can see her gulp as he gets up again, his hands sliding into her hair as he kisses her hard – letting her have a taste of herself.
“Wet my cock for me, my love.”
She obeys immediately, sinking down onto her knees as her eyes take in his hardened length. She spits right on his tip and he swallows hard, raining in all of the strings of his composure – keeping himself from thrusting into her mouth as her tongue swirls around him to wet the rest of him.
His eyes quickly sweep the room, before taking in the large mirror in the corner of the room. He pulls her up off her knees and along with him, moving her to the mirror. He forces her arms behind her, holding onto them tights as he lets his lips kiss down the side of her neck, biting down on her shoulder.
“I’m going to fuck you so good in front of this mirror,” he says into her ear, biting down on her earlobe and tugging on it.
He moves his hand up and down his length a few times before putting himself at her entrance. His hands grip her upper arms firmly. He watches her face in the mirror as he thrusts into her in a quick movement. Their eyes lock on each other and her lips parted as he pulls back and thrusts into her again, the sight of it is almost enough for him to completely let go already.
He pulls her to him, her back flush against his chest as he pounds into her. One of his arms around her waist as the other makes its way to her clit. His index and middle finger start to work on her clit, making her throw her head back against his shoulder.
The arm around her waist moves up to grab her chin. “I want you to look at yourself in the mirror while I fuck you.”
She opens her eyes, her pupils dilated with arousal.
“Touch yourself,” his husky voice orders her and a shiver runs down her back at the sound of his voice.
She pulls her hands back from behind her and lets them roam across the bare skin of her stomach to both her breasts. She moans as she touches her hardened, sensitive nipples. Pinching them between her thumbs and forefingers. The combination of her own hands, with Harry’s thrusting and his fingers pinching her clit makes her roll her eyes back a few times – which had him force her chin to look right back into the mirror again.
She sucks his index finger into her mouth, her tongue twirling around it as she deliriously looks at the two of them in the mirror. Her tongue is quickly followed by her teeth biting down on his finger as her muscles tighten and her second orgasm hits her hard. Harry holds her shaking body up against him, his dick buried deep into her, not moving until she comes back down.
“And that,” he groans into her ear, “is number two.”
Rough. That is what she wanted.
He grabs her by her hips, turning them around and pushing her down onto the mattress. Her face pressed into the blanket that is draped across the bed and his grip is so tight on her hips that he knows it is probably going to be bruised, but she has not given him the code word yet.
She whines when he pulls his dick out of her, but he knows that if he continues now he is going to spill his load into her in the next minute and he does not want it to be over yet. He lets his finger slide into her slit, tracing it from the front to the back before letting two fingers slide in - the wetness making it easier than ever.
His fingers curl so nicely in the way that he knows it will hit her g-spot over and over again, he knows he is doing it right when her moans grow louder. Neither of them absolutely cares if anyone hears them in here - only thinking of the two of them together right at this moment. His free hand reaches around, rubbing and pinching at her clit as she grinds her hips right down onto his hand.
“Fuck Harry,” she manages to get out.
“That’s it,” he praises her. “Grind down on my hand, baby.”
And she does, her hips starting to stutter but Harry’s hands never stutter as he guides her right through the third orgasm of the night.
She pants with her cheek on the blanket as her body slumps down against the bed, trying to catch her breath. Harry lets his hands caress her back, kneading her shoulders lightly before running back down her spine again. He kneads her ass as he leans over her, his cock pressing up against it.
He whispers in her ear. “You’re doing so good, my baby.” He presses a kiss to her neck and to her cheek. “Can you take one more?”
“Fuck,” she breathes out, laughing softly as her eyes open and meet his again. “I could handle two more. I can handle all that you give me. Let me prove it to you.”
She turns onto her back, Harry’s arms hold his upper body up but his lower presses right up against her heat. Her hands disappear into his hair, pulling his face down to her as she claims his mouth as hers, kissing him with a fiery passion that leaves him breathless again.
This woman.
“Rough,” she whispers against his lips, a gleam in her eyes when they meet again that sets his veins on fire. “Give it to me dirty rough, Harry Potter.”
He bites down on her lip. “Get on the bed,” he commands and she immediately does so.
He gets onto the bed himself, pushing her legs aside and hanging over her. He lets his cock slide in and out of her slit, stimulating her in an agonizing way that makes her claw her fingernails into his back. He forces her hands away from him, pushing them onto the bed and leaning down to kiss her perfect mouth once more.
‘I’d hold on to something if I were you,’ Harry says with a mischievous grin on his face and a pleasurable scream leaves her lips as he thrusts into her without another warning.
He watches her hands scramble for anything to hold onto, settling for bundles of the sheets as the slapping of their skin fills the air of the room. His hands move to her hips, moving her back and forth with every single push of his own hips into her, letting him find a deepness inside of her that he loves so much.
He hears her whispered “fuck” in between the slapping of the sound of their skin together and he can’t stop his own mouth from whispering praise and filthy things right at her.
“That’s it,” he moans. “You take my cock so well.”
“More,” Ginny begs. “More, I need more to come. More, Harry.”
Harry lifts up her hips, his grip so firm on them they both know it’s going to leave bruises the size of his hands but she doesn’t even care. He pounds into her, the force of his thrust rocking her back and forth so violently for a moment he is afraid that her head might hit the headboard. But the position gives him the opportunity to pull her close, deepening his thrusts and with every one of them he hits that spot inside of her that makes her beg for more, more, more.
He buries himself deep inside of her, moving himself so that he is hanging above her.
“Move your hips for me,” Harry demands. “Twist them, twirl them, make yourself come.”
“Yes,” Ginny breathes, her legs coming around his waist as she pushes herself onto his dick, moving in erratic circles with her nails digging into his arm, leaving little halfmoons.
She keeps whispering it as her breathing seems to stop for a moment, her muscles spasming and her back arching and he lets his arm come around her as he presses her against him, her breasts right against his chest. Their nipples rubbing together as her heavy breathing fills his ear – and that’s what does it for him, he needs to come now or he will go insane.
With his arms around her, holding her so impossibly close, he grinds into her – deep and slow and tenderly.
“Come inside of me,” Ginny begs him, her voice raspy and breathless. “Come inside of me, Harry. I want all of you.”
Her warmth surrounds him completely and swallows him whole as he buries himself as deep as possible, spilling his entire load right into her as she begged him to. Their bodies shivering against each other as they come down from their intertwined orgasm.
“Fuck,” Harry whispers. “I hope the music was loud enough to drown out those sinful noises you made.”
The sound of Ginny’s breathless giggles in his ear makes his cock twitch once more.
“I love you.” She whispers before she kisses his earlobe.
Hermione takes Ginny’s nipple in her mouth, her tongue twirling around as she feels Ginny grinding down on her thigh that she has pressed up against her heat. She nips at it with her teeth and a delicious gasp rolls off Ginny’s lips.
A sly grin spreads across her face when Ginny looks down at her, pushing the curls from her face, before she kisses her way across her chest to her other nipple. She bites and pulls, making Ginny’s grinding more frantic. The redhead's hands are in her hair now, pressing her closer to her chest and Hermione can’t breathe from being pressed up against her boobs–but that doesn’t stop her from sucking on the nipple until it’s hard underneath her lips and teeth.
“Get up,” Hermione commands.
Without a second thought Ginny stands up from the tub, water sloshing down her body and Hermione’s eyes follow the droplets trace their way down her breasts, to her stomach and down to her intimate part. Hermione’s hands make their way up her shins, to her thighs to pull her closer–forcing one of her feet up on the edge of the tub.
Her vagina hovering right over Hermione’s face. Hermione’s hands smack her ass, before grabbing it and pulling her closer to her mouth. Her tongue making its way in between her lips and lapping at the little knob that makes Ginny cry out all at once, the hand in Hermione’s hair tightening so hard that it hurts at the roots.
“Baby,” Ginny cries out. “Right there.”
She cries out even harder when Hermione’s fingers make their way in between her lips as well and her mouth close around her clit and start sucking,
“Give me your fingers,” Ginny begs above her.
Hermione loves it when Ginny begs, so she is eager to reward her for it, her finger making its way to her entrance and pushing inside as her tongue flicks over her clitoris.
“More,” Ginny pants. “Fuck, I need more. Fill me up.”
Hermione obeys and inserts another, feeling Ginny’s legs starting to tremble as she curls the two fingers as she moves them in and out. Inducing the pressure on the knob of pleasure and biting on it before placing a kiss on it.
She feels the urge to run her hand down her own body and to the throbbing place in between her body, but instead she digs her nails into Ginny’s left butt cheek, forcing her even closer against her mouth as she licks and sucks, her fingers hitting all the right spots that got the woman above her crying out her name over and over again.
“Another,” Ginny says. “Another. Now. Need to be full of you.”
Hermione moans in delight, she is always so delighted by just how much Ginny can take. Whether it is her fingers or the strap-ons that they have purchased. Ginny eagerly tells her to give her more and more every single time and Hermione does.
Ginny is pulling her head into her vagina so hard that her nose is pressed up against her, making it difficult to breathe, but it doesn’t stop her from giving the woman above her everything that she wants.
It doesn’t take long before the pushing turns into grinding down on Hermione’s tongue, the movements becoming more frantic with every movement of her fingers inside of Ginny, gracing her g-spot so good that tears streak down Ginny’s cheeks.
“Fuck,” Ginny screams out as she starts to tremble on her legs, nearing the edge that Hermione is taking her to. Both her hands in the brunette’s hair now as she grinds down, the knot inside of her snapping as her release washes over her all at once.
Her knees give out and she sinks down into the water again, Hermione grabbing her hips as she forces her to grind down on her thigh, her lips attacking her nipples once again and it’s such an arousing view and feeling that Ginny can’t help but chase a second orgasm right away. Her hips rolling back and forth at a fast pace, her breathing so heavy that she clings to Hermione as she throws her head back.
The feeling of Hermione’s thigh against her clit, her lips and tongue working their magic on her nipples and the soft pants leaving the brunette's mouth when she looks up and into Ginny’s eyes–wide-eyed and delirious on lust and arousal. It’s enough to send Ginny over the edge once more.
“You’ve been so good,” Hermione whispers against her lips, biting down on her bottom lip and tugging on it harshly. “Now repay me the favor.”
She puts her hand on Ginny’s head, pushing her down down down until she’s underneath the water. Guiding her to the exact place that she wants to have her and she throws her head back as soon as she feels Ginny’s mouth on her.
Her fingers threaded through the red hair, pushing her into her vagina and riding her tongue and lips as she chases the release that she so desperately wanted to seek the entire time that she worked on Ginny’s orgasms. Fingers make their ways inside of her, setting a pace that makes her gasp and her eyes widen.
She bites down on her bottom lip so hard it might bleed at any moment, she feels Ginny slightly struggle underneath her touch, but she doesn’t let go. She knows what the woman can take and Hermione wants what she knows Ginny can give her.
Hermione’s moans grow louder as she can feel herself coming to the edge. Losing all conscious control of her body, she pushes Ginny closer. The woman’s tongue pressing on her clit, rubbing against the sensitive areas around it. Her fingers moving in and out of her at a fast speed that makes her roll her eyes back.
She can feel herself clench around Ginny’s fingers as her whole body trembles, her legs shaking as Ginny pushes her over the edge. The redhead crashes through the surface of the water, her gasps loud and bouncing off the bathroom walls, but Hermione doesn’t give her much time to recover as she pulls her in for a wet and sloppy kiss.
She caresses Ginny’s face, pushing her bangs out of her face as she smiles at her.
“Come here,” Pansy commands and Hermione can’t do anything else but obey right that second.
She sits down on the couch next to Pansy, who grabs both her thighs and pulls her legs over her lap. Hermione’s back touches the arm rest and her head is thrown back when she feels Pansy’s hand running up her leg, from her knee up to her thigh, making her way underneath her skirt quickly.
Pansy’s eyes are full of delight when her fingers tease against the little bump in Hermione’s underwear. “What is that, sweetheart?”
Hermione doesn’t answer her, feeling the blush on her cheeks deepen further.
“You little slut,” Pansy whispers, but it lacks menace, more surprised and impressed. “You know, if you get that turned on every time that we are together, you could have just asked me to help you.”
“I didn’t dare,” Hermione breathes out as she feels Pansy’s fingers tease at the seams of her panties.
“I would have happily helped you relieve some of that . . . tension.”
Hermione grabs Pansy’s wrist, stopping her from making her way into Hermione’s panties. “What if they come in?”
“It seems you will have to be very quiet then, pet.” Pansy grins mischievously at her. “Because I am not locking that door nor am I stopping now and something tells me that you don’t want me to stop either, is that right?”
Hermione nods, her lips slightly parted as she looks back down at Pansy’s hand that is now finding its way inside her panties. She’s already panting at the thought of feeling Pansy’s fingers against her lips, spreading them open and rubbing her–
“Eyes on me.”
The command snaps her eyes right back to Pansy, but she can’t help her hips from bucking, longing for the touch of the woman.
“You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Pansy laughs softly, her other hand reaching up to grab Hermione’s chin. “Have you been fantasising about me?”
Hermione nods.
“Speak.”
“Yes, I have been fantasising about you.”
“Have you been fantasising about my hand inside of your panties?”
“Yes,” it’s barely a whisper.
“Have you been fantasizing about how good my fingers will feel when they spread your lips apart and rub you good and hard until you see stars?”
Hermione can only guess how delirious she must look as she nods her head vigorously. Pansy’s fingers wrap themselves around her neck, squeezing.
“Speak, pet.”
“Yes, merlin please. I need your fingers.”
Pansy leans in, her tongue darting out and licking from her neck up to her jaw and sucking hard.
“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat,” Pansy whispers against the skin of her jaw and Hermione wants to answer but her voice is cut off as Pansy’s fingers slip between her lips and immediately set a relenting pace against her clit, making her upper body buck over.
“Have you been fantasising about coming all over my fingers?”
“Yes,” it’s a broken whisper that is followed by a loud moan almost immediately when Pansy takes out the tiny little vibrator, she whimpers at the loss of feeling full.
Pansy squeezes the hand around her neck a little harder. “I told you to be quiet,” she snarks. “Unless . . .” Her eyes shine full of humour and delight. “Unless you want them to walk in and find you with my hand down your panties. Does that turn you on, my little slut?”
Hermione moans again, because yes that does turn her on. Their friends walking into the room and finding her being fingered by Pansy arouses her to the point that she is so delirious and turned on that she can’t think of anything else but wanting this woman to ruin her.
She gasps for air as her airways get cut off for a moment by Pansy’s hand, reminding her to speak.
“Yes,” she spits out when she can breathe again. “Yes, I want them to see me with your hand down my panties. I want to come all over your fingers and your tongue and–” She doubles over once again as she feels Pansy’s finger enter her. “I want you to make me come so hard that I can’t speak anymore.”
Pansy grins. “That can be arranged.”
Hermione reaches up to her buttons, but Pansy stops her from opening any of them.
“No,” she commands. “I’m going to make you come so hard your eyes roll back in your head but you’re going to be fully clothed for it.”
Pansy brings the hand that was just inside Hermione’s panties up to her mouth and she swirls her tongue around her fingers, Hermione’s eyes following the movements, completely transfixed at the filthy display in front of her.
Her wet fingers make their way back down inside of Hermione’s panties and she feels them slide in between her lips. Circling around her clit before dipping further in and she feels the first finger push inside of her at an agonisingly slow pace, that almost makes her growl in frustration, but the squeezing of Pansy’s fingers around her neck stops her.
“I make the rules and I’m telling you to take my fingers one by one at the pace that I set. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” Hermione pants as the finger dips in completely and slides back out. Hermione’s back arches off the couch.
She bites on her bottom lip so hard it might draw blood as the one finger slips in and out a few more times, before being joined by the second. The pace is still way too slow for her liking, but she stays quiet.
Her nipples rub against the fabric of her bra and an irrational irritation settles inside of her that Pansy won’t let her take it off. She thinks of Pansy’s wet lips, wrapped around her nipples and how good that would probably feel. Her teeth biting down as they harden, her tongue licking the hurt away. She admits that she might be going insane.
“Have you been fantasising about being this full of me?” Pansy whispers huskily and Hermione shivers.
“I have been,” Hermione pants out. “I have–I want to be so full of you, Pansy.”
“Don’t worry, pet. I’m going to fill you up so good.”
The third finger joins its agonisingly slow pace, but Hermione moans in delight at the feeling of the three fingers filling her up finally. She would beg for a fourth, she would, but Pansy makes the rules and she follows them.
“You’re taking my fingers so well.”
A delirious smile spreads itself over Hermione’s face, feeling pride bloom in her chest at the words.
“Fucking hell Granger,” Pansy’s voice is breathy and it pulls Hermione’s attention back for a moment to see the arousal in the woman’s eyes, before she takes her fingers out of Hermione and slams them in and out at a fast pace.
Pansy’s other hand moves down her chest, briefly brushing against the hardened nipples underneath the fabric, down to her stomach and presses down on her abdomen, this simple movement increasing the building up pressure inside.
She gasps when she feels Pansy’s thumb rub down on her clit, the fingers move in and out in a steady rhythm and her G-spot is activated by pressing down on her abdomen. Hermione’s eyes roll back in her head, her legs trembling and her fingers digging down in anything she can grab hold of.
“I told you that I would make your eyes roll back in your head, didn’t I, my girl?”
“Yes,” Hermione’s voice breaks up as she speaks, her tongue almost feeling too heavy in her mouth–the things she’d do to have Pansy sucking on it.
“Move your hips for me, my little slut.”
So Hermione does, something inside of her finally snapping, her patience being rewarded by the permission to grind against Pansy’s hand.
God, she really wants someone to come in right this second. Oh, how she would love for Draco or Ginny to walk in and see her grinding on this woman’s fingers. Oh how jealous either of them would be of them, she digs her fingers in Pansy’s arm. She revels in the feeling of Pansy’s hand moving up her chest and her fingers tightening around her neck once again, her head thudding against the armrest behind her as she looks at the ceiling, her hips rolling back and forth as Pansy sets a relenting pace working her fingers in and out of Hermione.
She’s grinding her hips as she vaguely registers the creaking of a door opening and Hermione screams out Pansy’s name as her eyes lock on a set of eyes watching her from the door, the doorknob still in Draco’s hands as she comes on Pansy’s hand.
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Ginny watches Pansy and Blaze, she the woman watches her and Harry right back.
She watches Pansy’s breasts pressing up against the glass of the shower cubicle, her nipples rubbing up against the cold material with each snap of Blaze’s hips. His hand in her hair and pressing her cheek right up against that glass, but her eyes were on Ginny– they were always on Ginny and never leaving her– as she bit down on her bottom lip. Each and every moan still managed to escape those plump, red lips no matter how hard she bit down on them to keep more silent.
Her one hand holding herself up against the glass, the other snaking down to her heat as she begins pleasuring her clit again. Ginny looks at her sternly and somehow the darkhaired woman knows what she wants, releasing her bottom lip from in between her teeth and letting her pleasured sounds mix with the sound of skin slapping against each other and let's it fill the small room.
Harry starts pounding into Ginny to the sound of Pansy’s moans as Blaze fucks her hard. Their eyes never left each other as Ginny let her own hand move towards her clit, moving to the same rhythm as Pansy’s hand was going on her own and she can't help herself think about what Pansy’s hand would feel like while pleasuring her.
I adore Harry x Ginny, they have a special place in my heart because I used to write about them (different stories than smut). In my mind they really complement each other and I feel like they really lift each other up when the other needs it.
I have also been working on finishing an abandoned Hinny wip, so here's a little snippet:
He curses under his breath when his eyes get caught by the shortcut of the dress, followed by the slit up the side of it, revealing the skin of her leg. It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before. He has kissed every single inch of her skin while making love to her almost every night. Yet still she manages to take his breath away.
Ginny greets some of the people present at their best friend’s party before locking her eyes on Harry sitting at the table. She walks over and Harry holds his glass so tightly that his knuckles are white. His eyes moving up and down her body, drinking in every single detail as she makes her way through the crowd toward him, her eyes unmoving, her undivided attention on him – and him alone.
She leans down towards him, her lips brushing against his cheek as she places her hand against his other. She captures his lips in a heated, urging kiss and Harry needs to keep himself from grabbing onto her waist and pulling her down in his lap right there and then.
“After the day I’ve just had,” Ginny whispers in his ear, her breath hot against his ear. “I want you to get rough with me later tonight and I don’t give a shit if anyone hears us.”
Harry’s breath hitches and he can feel the flutters in his abdomen intensify when he looks down, right into her cleavage, before she pulls away from him again. He tells himself to calm the fuck down, to keep his composure, to breath in and out really deeply before anyone else sees the state of him after that.
Ginny drops her coat in his lap, covering up the problem that she has caused in his pants, before walking away to get herself a drink.
Who is your favorite couple and/or person to write about?
Ginny & Hermione are one of my favorite couples to write about, but I have been enjoying all female couples a lot.
Here's a little snippet of a Pansy x Hermione one that I have been working on finishing.
Pansy whispers, but it lacks menace, more surprised and impressed. “You know, if you get that turned on every time that we are together, you could have just asked me to help you.”
“I didn’t dare,” Hermione breathes out as she feels Pansy’s fingers tease at the seams of her panties.
“I would have happily helped you relieve some of that . . . tension.”
Hermione grabs Pansy’s wrist, stopping her from making her way into Hermione’s panties. “What if they come in?”
“It seems you will have to be very quiet then, pet.” Pansy grins mischievously at her. “Because I am not stopping now and something tells me that you don’t want me to stop either, is that right?”
Hermione nods, her lips slightly parted as she looks back down at Pansy’s hand that is now finding its way inside her panties. She’s already panting at the thought of feeling Pansy’s fingers against her lips, spreading them open and rubbing her–
“Eyes on me.”
The command snaps her eyes right back to Pansy, but she can’t help her hips from bucking, longing for the touch of the woman.
“You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Pansy laughs softly, her other hand reaching up to grab Hermione’s chin. “Have you been fantasising about me?”
“How about we continue this somewhere more private?”
“What’s the fun in that?” Draco whispers in his ear, making him hiss when his hand is on the bulge in his pants again. “Are you scared someone is going to see you, Potter? Are you scared they’re going to see that the big bad Auror Harry Potter is not so tough when someone handles him?”
Harry clenches his jaw, trying to keep himself from sighing in bliss at the feel of Draco’s hand against his bulge, stroking him up and down. Something inside of him stirs at Draco’s words, something awakens and he looks back at him with fierce and determined eyes.
He swiftly switches their positions, pressing Draco against the wall. One of his hands against his length in his dress pants, already feeling him hard and ready. His other hand around his throat when he leans into the blonde, his lips brushing his ear. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed when they see you whimper and beg for more.” His voice is low and husky and he can see a shiver run down Draco’s back.
His hand roams up and he slowly unzips Draco’s pants, letting his hand slip inside of his boxers. He hears Draco gasp for air when Harry’s hand closes around his length, moving up and down once. “No witty retort to that, Malfoy?”
Draco’s eyes meet his and they look glazed over with longing and need. He can’t describe what it does to him to see Draco Malfoy needy and longing for him, he’s not sure it will never not make him a little weak in his knees.
He lets his hand slide up and down Draco’s length a few more times as he lets his thumb of the hand around his throat caress his jaw.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Harry whispers in Draco’s ear. “Every time I saw you look at me, I thought of the way you look at me when I suck you off. Every time I saw you bite your lip, I thought of how you do that to suppress any kind of noise and how I always release it-” Harry uses his thumb to release Draco’s bottom lip and he moans softly. “-and you moan. Every time I saw you walk around the hallways I thought of putting you against that wall and fucking you senseless.”
“Please,” the plea has left Draco’s lips before he realises it and his face flushes.
“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
Draco looks him in the eyes, his eyes determined. “Fuck me, Potter.”
A shiver runs across Harry’s back at his tone and he pulls out his wand, the door to his office swings open and he pulls Draco inside. He slams him into the door when it’s closed again and he catches his lips into a hard and passionate kiss. Draco grips his hips hard, pulling him flush to him and tilting his chin up to deepen the kiss. He bites down on Harry’s lower lip, sucking it in and letting it go again, drawing a deep moan from him.
Another sweep of his wand and a bottle of lube and a plug appear in his hand. Draco can’t suppress a smirk as he looks at them.
“Came prepared?”
“I’m always ready,” he growls back at him, nodding at Draco’s pants. “Either take it off, or I will happily do it for you.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Draco steps out of his dress pants but as impatient as ever, Harry lets himself sink to his knees, pulling Draco’s underwear down and throwing it to the other side of the room. He grips Draco’s hips, forcing him to turn around, forcing him to bend over slightly.
He feels Harry’s fingers run over his bare legs, his touch feather light and leaving a tingling sensation on his bare skin. Followed by the feeling of his lips pressing kisses on the inside of his thighs, following up to his ass. He braces himself against the office door, almost forgetting how to breathe. He is incredibly sensitive to every kind of touch, especially Harry Potter’s and he can never get enough of it. He closes his eyes in bliss at the feeling.
Harry presses kisses to his tailbone and he feels the cool touch of the plug on his leg, slowly dragging up from the inside of his knee to the inside of his thighs. The cold touch makes him shiver in anticipation. He slightly wiggles his ass, challenging Harry to hurry up and get to business already.
He feels Harry’s breath on the bare skin of his ass as he hears the lube bottom open. He gasps lightly when he feels Harry’s fingers at his entrance. The Auror on his knees groans in praise for how easily his lubed fingers are being taken, at how relaxed Draco is, and how ready he is to take whatever he gives him.
While his fingers are massaging his entrance, slowly moving in and out, his other hand is stroking his back, his shoulders, gripping on his hips and Draco can’t help but push down on his fingers, begging him for more. He hears the lube bottle again before he feels the tip of the butt plug tease his entrance.
“Are you okay?” Harry’s voice has a hint of concern and it tugs on Draco’s heartstrings, but he’s not here for that now. Draco groans, pressing down on the butt plug. He needs him. He needs the auror.
His breath gets caught when he feels the plug slide in, a moan of pleasure escaping his lips when it’s in.
“You’re doing so good,” Harry says, praising the blonde before him. Draco sighs in bliss at Harry’s lips pressing kisses to his back, his shoulders, his neck and back down his back to his hips. “It’s going so much better than the times before.”
Harry’s hand strokes the bare skin of his hips before sliding around it to Draco’s front. He takes his length in his hand and starts slowly pumping him, making Draco push his hips back against him. He can feel Harry’s hard on press against his behind. The auror is so ready to take him, he can hear it in the shallow breaths that fan against his skin, but he’s always been very careful about the prep, he’s always been so good - so good for Draco.
He feels Harry’s lips brushing the skin of his shoulder to his neck. He gives himself over to the feeling of Harry’s hand around his cock, moving up and down repeatedly and he can’t help the moans from rolling over his lips when he feels the teeth sink into the sensitive skin of his neck.
Harry’s voice is a growl when he speaks again, dragging a shiver down Draco’s back. “If you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
“Then don’t,” is Draco’s simple answer and Harry groans in his ear.
“Do I have your permission?” Harry’s voice is husky, dripping with longing.
“Yes,” Draco breathes. “You have my permission and so much more.”
Harry groans, his hands running from Draco’s hips to his ass once again. He tugs on the butt plug and Draco feels empty as soon as he removes it, giving a slight whine of impatience when he hears Harry unbuckling his pants.
“Just get on with it,” Draco grumbles when he feels Harry’s hands gently massaging his butt cheeks.
The man behind him huffs a laugh before smacking his ass once, drawing a small noise from Draco’s lips.
“That’s for the impatience,” Harry whispers in his ear before biting down on the blonde’s earlobe. “Now be good for me and bend over that desk.”
Draco walks over to the desk, bending over so that his flushed cheek is resting against the cold wood. He hears the bottle of lube before the auror’s hands grab onto his hips, slightly tugging him toward him before lining himself up against the entrance of Draco.
He bites down on his bottom lip as the tip of his cock slides inside, the butt plug having done its job well. The cold of the lube sends a delighted shiver down his spine. He feels him slide the tip of his cock in and out a few times before filling him up more.
“Give it to me,” Draco breathes out, flushed with need and lust after a few more careful pumps from the other man. “Give everything to me, Harry Potter.”
He knows hearing his full name on Draco’s lips is usually the auror’s undoing and he can’t suppress a grin when he feels Harry’s nails dig into his hips.
“I will give you everything.”
He feels Harry’s strong hands stroking his back, into his hair, tugging slightly on the ends as he starts pounding inside of him. His fingers trail a new way back down his spine to his hips, gripping them tightly as his thrusts turn into pounding. The sound of their skin coming together mixing with the sound of their heavy breathing.
His warm breath fans out on the bare skin of Draco’s shoulders as he pulls him up, his back flush against his chest. He can feel Harry’s hand on his neck, pulling him back to trace kisses and bites down his neck to his shoulder.
“Merlin Draco,” he groans. “You feel so good.”
“Don’t. Stop.” Draco’s voice is shaky.
He’s panting as Harry’s hands caress his chest, down to his pelvis. One of his arms wrapping tightly around his waist and then his strong hand wraps itself around his cock. His hand moving up and down in the same rhythm as his thrust into him.
He feels Harry’s cock hitting his prostate and a surprised shout leaves his lips.
“I know all of your weaknesses,” Harry groans in his ear, emphasising every word with one of his thrusts and strokes.
“Take it,” Draco’s voice is hardly a whisper. “Take everything. Please.”
“So I shall.”
Harry grabs him, spins him around and pushes him back down on the desk. His back is flush against the wooden desk and the auror’s hand wraps itself around his neck. His other hand grips Draco’s hip so tight it might leave a mark that lasts for days, but Draco doesn’t give a shit. He loves it, he wants Harry to mark him all over.
“Please,” Draco pleads as Harry lets his hand slide to Draco’s cock`, his hand roughly moving up and down. His thumb caressing the tip of his cock, awakening so many nerves into Draco that he didn’t even know he had.
“Look at me,” Harry says, using his thumb to direct Draco’s face. Draco gasps as their eyes lock onto each other.
Harry’s cheeks are flushed and his hair is dishevelled. He looks hotter than he might have ever seen him and he can feel a shiver pull through his entire body at the sight of the man standing over him. He feels his eyes roll back but a tug on his cock brings him back to the man in front of him.
“Keep your eyes on me,” Harry commands him. “Don’t you dare look away. I want to see you come undone.”
His mouth drops open as Harry picks up the pace again, pounding into him hard. The deep throated moans that he releases might have been enough for Draco’s undoing – but there is the brush of the tip of Harry’s cock against his prostate, the hand moving itself up and down his cock and wrapped around his throat. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
The hand around his throat travels up to his mouth, releasing his bottom lip from his teeth. He lets his tongue dart out, encircling the tip of Harry’s thumb before sucking it into his mouth. He bites down on it as he can feel the muscles in his stomach starting to contract, feeling his orgasm coming faster and faster.
Draco’s fingers envelop Harry’s arms, his fingernails digging into the skin as he lets all control go of his body. His hips circling around Harry’s cock, pushing his cock into the man’s hand in a rapid speed.
“That’s it,” Harry praises him. “That’s right. Let it all go for me.”
That is enough for Draco’s undoing. He feels the heavy shock pull through his entire body as he moans out Harry’s name.
Harry strokes his shaking hands over Draco's chest, to his hips and back up his chest into his hair. His hands always moving even as the fuck slowed to a stop.
Draco is breathless when he speaks again.
“I think I might be falling for you, Harry Potter.”
Harry gently bites on his earlobe. “You only just now realise that?”
He fondly rolls his eyes as he smacks him on the back. “Don’t get too cocky.”
Harry pulls himself up on one hand, looking into Draco’s eyes. “I think I might be falling for you too, Draco Malfoy.”
Ginny pulls Luna into her apartment, pressing her up against the door when she closes it. Cupping her cheeks as she pulls her in a hot and passionate kiss. She had been waiting to kiss her friend this way ever since they had arrived at the restaurant and Ginny had seen her in that short dress. Luna had smirked at her as she had teased Ginny underneath the table all night, watching her grow all hot and needy.
She feels Luna’s hands travel down her arms as she kisses her back with as much need and greed as Ginny had felt in her lower abdomen all night. Ginny places Luna’s arms around her neck before she lets her own hands travel down Luna’s body, letting her hands rest on her breasts, softly massaging them before going down her waist to the end of her dress, letting her hands hitch up the dress as she lets her fingertips brush up Luna’s now exposed thighs.
Luna breaks the kiss, heavily breathing as Ginny starts pressing kisses to her neck. ‘Is Hermione-’ she starts but a frustrated scream cuts her off.
It startles both of them. Hermione wasn’t supposed to be home yet, she said she was still going to be at the ministry until later tonight. But that was definitely Hermione’s scream, Ginny was certain of that.
Luna pulls down her dress as she follows Ginny down the hallways. Both of their hair is an absolute mess and heavily breathing from their hot make out session.
‘Hermione?’ Ginny calls for her friend through the apartment.
‘In here,’ a frustrated voice calls back from Hermione’s bedroom.
They find her sitting on the bed, papers scattered all across the bed with her in the middle, cross legged. Her hair is a mess from running her hand through it too much, she looks stressed and incredibly agitated as she looks down at the papers.
‘What’s wrong?’ Ginny asks as she walks into the room, Luna following her. ‘I thought you were supposed to still be at the ministry?’
Hermione looks up at the two of them. ‘I couldn’t be there anymore. I work with a bunch of dickheads and I needed to be away from the office before I hexed any of them into oblivion.’
‘I think that maybe you need to take a break from all of the ministry work,’ Luna says as she starts picking up the papers from the floor.
‘Maybe we can help you relax a little?’ Ginny says, meeting Luna’s gaze and both of them smirk. ‘I think you could use that.’
‘Maybe you’re right,’ Hermione mumbles as she watches Luna pick up the paper scattered from the bed. ‘The problem is, I just don’t know how to relax.’
Ginny smiles at her as she walks up to the bed. ‘I’m sure that the two of us can help you with that.’
Hermione looks up, her gaze going from Ginny and her messy hair, the smudged lipstick on her face coming from Luna, to Luna and her dress who she forgot to completely pull down. Her breath getting stuck in her throat at the sight of the two women.
‘Will you let us help you relax?’ Luna says as she climbs on top of the bed, her cleavage on exposure for Hermione to enjoy.
Ginny climbs up on the bed on her other side, pushing her hair back from her shoulder as she lets her fingers brush over the bare skin of Hermione’s neck, pressing a gentle kiss to it that makes Hermione gasp for air.
‘Yes,’ Hermione then breathes and both women on either side share a smile.
Luna cups Hermione’s cheek as she forces her to look at her. Pressing their lips together in a sweet and gentle kiss. Letting her thumb run over Hermione’s cheekbone before letting her hand disappear in Hermione’s hair. Her fingernails scrape her skull as she deepens the kiss, sucking in Hermione’s bottom lip before letting it go again.
Their eyes meet and Luna can see the arousal growing in Hermione’s eyes already, her mouth slightly open, waiting for Luna to come back to her and kiss. But instead Ginny grabs her chin and kisses her, much harder and more intense than Luna did and Hermione can’t suppress a moan.
Luna gently pulls Hermione’s shirt over her head as Ginny gets to work on the skin of her neck again, down to her shoulders, kissing and sucking on it as she can feel Hermione shudder underneath her lips. Luna licks her lips at the sight of Hermione in her bra, letting her hands run over the lacy material of it before pressing kisses to the exposed skin of them.
Both women pull down one of the bra straps as Luna unclips the bra on the backside, exposing both of Hermione’s breasts to the two of them. Luna laps at one of the nipples with her tongue, softly biting on it, until she can feel it harden. Massaging the other one with her index finger and thumb.
‘Come here,’ Luna coos at Hermione as she sits behind Hermione, letting the woman lean into her as she lets her hands roam all of Hermione’s exposed upper body. paying great attention to the spots that make Hermione gasp for extra air. She presses soft kisses to the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders, whispering sweet affirmations in her ear every time she gasps or moans.
Ginny has gotten up, standing at the end of the bed in full view of the women on the bed. She can feel herself throbbing at the sight of Luna feeling Hermione’s upper body, teasing the elastic band of her panties as she’s marking the exposed skin. But they are here to help Hermione relax.
Their eyes lock onto each other and Ginny smirks, holding the brunette’s gaze as she lets her hands roam her own body. Clipping the button at her neck open and unzipping the side of her dress. She lets the dress fall and she exposes her naked chest to Hermione who lets out an approving noise.
‘You like what you see?’ Ginny says as she winks at Hermione who is nodding her head.
Ginny crawls up onto the bed again, crawling toward Hermione on all fours. Their gaze never breaks and Ginny bites on her bottom lip as she sees the wet spot on Hermione’s panties.
‘You are so wet already,’ Ginny whispers as she teases her fingertips against it. ‘And I haven’t even touched you there yet.’
Ginny presses kisses to the inside of Hermione’s thighs, making the occasional mark that makes Hermione whimper in pleasure. She carefully slides her panties off, throwing them to the floor. She looks at Hermione once more, waiting for her consent. She nods and Ginny lets herself go down - her touch awakening every single nerve in Hermione’s body. Every nerve wants to beg Ginny for more, for her to pleasure them.
Ginny’s tongue finds Hermione’s sweet spot, making a gasp roll off the brunette’s lips when she starts rubbing her tongue over her clit before closing her lips around it. Gently sucking on it before letting the tip of her tongue stimulate the nerves around it.
Hermione falls back into Luna’s arms, letting the sensation of Ginny’s mouth against her clit and Luna’s hands on her breasts and her lips finding the sensitive spot beneath her earlobe overwhelm her. She feels like she’s drowning in pleasure, in her want and need of these two women, the overwhelming love she has for them. She never wants them to stop and she will beg them if necessary.
‘Good girl,’ Luna whispers in her ear, her breath tickling. ‘You like that don’t you?’
‘Y- Yes,’ Hermione whispers as she can feel the muscles in her stomach tighten.
‘You can tug her hair if you want to,’ Luna tells her, guiding one of Hermione’s hands toward Ginny’s red hair. ‘Pull on it as hard as you like. Let her know you want her to pleasure you.’
Hermione takes in a shuddery breath as she lets her hand run through Ginny’s hair. Before she grabs a handful, her other hand does the same.
‘Yes, just like that.’ Luna’s hand is in Hermione’s hair as she pulls her head back. ‘Now pull her in as hard as you want. Let those beautiful hips go, grind on her tongue as hard as you need.’
Hermione pulls Ginny’s head closer toward her, begging her to intensify her licking and sucking. Filling her entire body with the sweet sensation of pleasure, her hips started to rock slightly under the touch of both women. All restraint and patience that Hermione usually had, had flown out the window. She could feel herself crumble under their touch.
‘Fuck!’ Hermione yelled.
Her toes are curling and fingers are tangled up in red hair. Her moans grow louder as she can feel Ginny and Luna take her to the edge. Ginny’s tongue pressing on her clit, rubbing against the sensitive areas around it. Luna’s hands massaging her boobs and pinching her nipples harder.
‘God you’re so beautiful like this. Has anyone ever touched you like this?’ Luna asks, biting down on Hermione’s earlobe. ‘Has anyone ever made you feel as good as we are making you feel?’
‘N-’ Hermione moans loudly. ‘No. N-Never.’
‘Then let me hear just how good we make you feel, my love.’
‘You-You’re making m-me feel-’ Hermione lets her hands fall to Luna’s thighs, her fingernails digging into the bare skin. ‘So good. So fucking good.’
‘Come for us,’ Luna whispers. ‘Let it go.’
So Hermione does. Her legs are trembling, her toes curling and she can feel the muscles in her stomach getting tighter and tighter before she releases everything. She’s calling out for Ginny as Luna caresses her, her eyes rolling back at the intensity of her orgasm. Her back is arching, her breathing is hitching as she can feel herself climaxing against Ginny’s tongue.
Ginny smirks as her thumb swipes the corner of her mouth. Coming up toward the two women before pulling Hermione in for a deep and passionate kiss. Hermione’s hand involuntarily reaches up into Ginny’s hair, pulling her closer. She feels Ginny’s tongue teasing against her lips and she hungrily invites her in. Ginny’s hand finds Luna and she switches Hermione’s lips for the blonde’s. Hermione can’t help but feel elated while watching the two women kiss, it’s one of the most beautiful things she’s ever seen.
‘You didn’t think we were ready yet, did you?’ Ginny whispers in Hermione’s ear before she walks out of the room.
“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.” Fleur’s face is scrunched up in annoyance as she looks at Tonks.
A grin spreads itself across Tonk’s face. “Or what, Delacour? You’re going to tell on me? You’re going to run to the big boss and tell him that I’m being a bad auror? You’re going to–”
Tonks is taken by surprise when Fleur pushes her up against the wall behind them.
“Shut the fuck up,” she hisses and Tonks can’t help but marvel at the absolute beauty that is Fleur Delacour, even when she’s angry. Maybe she’s even more beautiful when she’s angry.
“Make me,” is the simple answer that Tonks gives.
She had expected Fleur to throw another fit or to just walk away. To actually go back to their headquarters and tell the Minister of Magic that she can’t do this anymore. That she’s going back to France and that she won’t be working this case anymore.
What she didn’t expect was Delacour to push her down on the bed in the hotel room they are in and climb on top of her. Her lips pressed fiercely against Tonks’, engaging in a hard and passionate kiss. Her hands tugging on the short ends of their now fiery red hair, until it lowkey hurt but merlin, did it turn Tonks on.
Before they knew it, they had let their hands slide underneath Fleur’s shirt. Their kiss briefly broke when she threw it across the room. They pull themselves up into a sitting position as they look down at Fleur’s exposed chest. Her breasts pushed up into a bra that they eagerly unclasp. Fleur bites her bottom lip when she is exposed to Tonks.
“Like what you see?” Fleur remarks, a cocky smirk on her face.
The smirk that drives Tonks up the wall and she’d do anything to wipe that smile off her face, but it also awakened an arousal in them that they have never experienced before.
They moan quietly as they let their hands cup her breasts, kneading them and taking one of her nipples into her mouth. Fleur throws back her head, her hands in Tonk’s hair again as she pulls her in harder.
Fleur pressed them down on the mattress, swiftly removing all of Tonk’s other clothes. Fleur’s hands and lips are all over their body.
After a while Tonks looks up, a smirk on their face. “Still want to tell on me?”
“Stop talking for the love of god.” She snarls, taking their jaw in her hand, forcing them to look up at her as she lets her other hand travel down to the heat between their legs. Tonks can’t help but gasp in pleasure.
She lowers her lips down to Tonk’s ear, whispering. “The only thing I want to hear roll off your lips is my name.”
Skirts and it’s True Purposes pt. 2 (Ginny Weasley x Harry Potter)
Harry loved the fact his wife had started wearing more dresses and skirts toward their formal meetings and parties, exactly for this purpose.
He let his hands drag up the bare skin of her thighs, until he found the spot where there should be more fabric, her panties. A low groan sounds in the back of his throat when he finds them not there, just like they agreed on during their make out session in their hotel room.
He felt her shifting, rubbing her bum against the hard on that was pressing up against her inside of Harry’s pants. Teasing him, giving him the friction that she knows drives him absolutely mad.
She leans her elbows on the table, giving him enough space to use his wand to undo his button and zipper. He scoffs when he sees her diverting all attention from his work mates, from his movements to her. He sees Nott’s eyes flicking to her cleavage and he has to keep himself from lunging at him, but all those thoughts are forgotten when he puts himself at her entrance and she sinks down onto him.
He clenches his jaw as he burrows himself into her completely, the feeling of her around his cock sending him into complete ecstasy. He can feel her shift then and he wraps his arms around her waist, forcing her to stay in place. He needs to calm himself down first, keep himself from throwing out all of his composure and just let himself go.
He doesn’t need to look at his wife’s face to know that there’s a shiteating grin on her face because he knows that she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“I’m going to punish you for that later,” he whispers in her ear and she answers him with another wiggle of her bum. “And it’s going to be so good.”
Skirts and it's True Purposes (Ginny Weasley x Harry Potter)
Harry’s hand is resting on Ginny’s bare thigh underneath the table, her skirt hiked up from the movement of his hand over her bare skin. His eyes are completely focused on his colleague sitting across from him, only listening half to the boring story about his mother in law.
He can hear Ginny breathing out when he moves his hand further up her thigh, her skirt being dangerously high and for a second he wonders if he should stop there.
But Ginny’s hand is on his the moment he tries to pull back. She’s looped her arm around his, making it look like she’s just leaning into him for comfort. But he knows her exact intentions when she starts forcing back onto her thigh as she guides it up and up, underneath her skirt and further. His eyes flicker toward her face for a quick moment, but she’s smiling at Theodore Nott, who is sitting across from her. Laughing at one of his jokes while still guiding Harry’s hand.
He swallows hard when he can’t feel any fabric underneath her skirt. No panties. The minx. He sees the hitch in her chest as he teases the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before letting his index finger press up against the knob of her clit. His name involuntarily leaving her lips in a breathy plea. He answers her by increasing the pace and he watches her bite down on her bottom lip behind the raised hand of her other arm.
He’d love to hear her breathy moans right now. Have her whisper his name, beg him for more, to make her come. He’d like nothing more than to bury himself between her thighs and satisfy her until her entire body would start shaking. He’d love nothing more than to take her on this table, right here and now, and frankly he doesn’t think he’d even care who would see them.
But he forces his eyes back to Theodore Nott, to keep the attention from whatever was happening underneath the table. It’s their dirty little secret, but he knows the marks of his wife's nails will be embedded in the skin of his forearm for a few hours after the shock that went through her body at that moment.
Hallway Romances, part 2 (Ginny Weasley x Harry Potter)
Read part 1: here
“Potter,” a voice calls out to him.
When he turns around he sees Ginny Weasley walk into the hallway of Nott Manor, where their annual Ministry dinner was being held.
“You haven’t even complimented me on how I look today,” Ginny says. “I had this dress made for this occasion.”
He lets his eyes roam over her dress, over her body, for a moment. As if he hadn’t been checking her out already. From the moment she had set foot in the Manor, he hadn’t been able to look away from her.
Not even during all the time she had been handsy and flirty with Theodore Nott, which had practically been all evening. He huffs.
“Aren’t you supposed to be back there with Nott?” Harry asks, hearing the bitter tone in his voice, but not being able to do anything about it.
“Is that jealousy that I hear?” she asks.
A grin is spreading across her face and he knows she can see the torment in his eyes, the longing in his face. She is standing right in front of him and he has to keep himself from looking down at the exposed cleavage, suppressing the thoughts of nudging them out of her dress and feasting on them.
“I have seen you watching, Potter.” She presses the tips of her fingers against his chest, pushing him back against the wall. She looks up at him from under her eyelashes, leaving him breathless. “You look so cute when you’re jealous.”
She teases her other hand over the place where his length is slowly hardening and he curses himself for letting his breath hitch. She has definitely heard it, her grin is growing wider as she lets her hand move up to his face. Taking hold of his chin and pulling him to her, her lips only a few inches away from his.
He can feel her breath fanning out onto his lips when she chuckles.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” she whispers, his hips involuntarily bucking into her touch. “Every night when I lay in bed by myself. I think about you. Have you been thinking about me, Potter?”
“N-No,” he manages to get out, still trying to defy her.
“Hmmm,” she hums. “Are you sure about that, Harry Potter?”
She lets go of his chin and lets her hand slide across his jaw, into his hair, pulling on the ends to make his head snap backward.
“You’re going to tell me that you haven’t been thinking about my lips on your bare skin?”
She presses soft kisses, like little whispers, in his neck and he can’t help but breathe out at the feel of it. She uses her hand to guide his face back to hers, forcing him to look at her.
“You’re going to tell me that you haven’t been thinking about kissing me?”
As soon as her lips connect with his, there’s a fire inside of him that awakens every nerve in his body. The truth is that he has definitely been thinking about her. The woman with the fiery red hair, hair as red as the fire that burns inside of him whenever he looks at her.
He feels his hard on pressing against his trousers as she sucks his bottom lip in. She gently nibbles down on it before releasing it and pressing her lips against his again in a kiss. It’s needy, it’s passionate, it’s everything that Harry thinks of at night.
“You’re going to tell me that you haven’t been thinking of the way my hands feel on your cock?”
He gasps when he can feel her hand stroking up and down his length, tracing the outline of it through his trouser and he curses the fabric for being in the way. She bites down on her bottom lip as she moves her hand along his length.
“Or the way my lips felt around it?”
All he can think about is the memory of her on her knees in front of him whenever he closes his eyes. But he can’t even utter another word, it’s like the ability to talk completely left him as soon as she kissed his lips.
But then all of it is gone. Ginny has taken a few steps back from him. She fixes her smudged lipstick before smirking up at him.
“I should probably go. I promised Theodore a dance.”
Before he can say anything, she has left the hallway. Leaving him behind by himself, breathless and longing for the woman with the fiery red hair…and having to take care of him by himself before being able to go back to the party.
But as he takes a last glance at the end of the hallway that she disappeared in before slipping into the bathroom, he knows that Theodore Nott is not the person that she’s going home with tonight.
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Hermione had been looking across the room all evening, watching the redheaded woman dancing on the dance floor. Switching between dancing partners, smiling and laughing as if she knew every single one of them. Hermione marvelled at her social skills, almost envied her for the ease with which she seemed to talk to and dance with anyone.
There was another feeling that she felt in her gut. Jealousy. An emotion she didn’t experience that often and never in such an intensity as now as she looked at Ginny on the dancefloor with others. She wanted to know what it felt like to feel the touch of her skin the way the woman she was dancing closely with now knew how it felt.
Ginny swung her red hair over her shoulder, her hands tracing the woman’s arms, resting on her hips as she pulled her closer. A smile playing in the corners of her lips as she leaned forward to whisper something in the woman’s ear. And then-
Hermione gasped lightly as her eyes connected with Ginny’s. She should look away. She wanted to look away. But she couldn’t. And she didn’t. The woman kept her eyes on Hermione as she danced with the other woman, her hands roaming her body and even when she kissed her neck, she didn’t look away and Hermione could feel her breath getting caught in her throat.
She felt her skin flush, not being able to deny that she loved watching Ginny with another woman. She felt her heart beating fast as she held Ginny’s gaze. She gripped the stool with both hands, trying to keep herself from doing something stupid - from touching herself. She felt hot under Ginny’s gaze and god did she want to feel those lips on the bare skin of her neck.
The jealousy in her gut made place for another emotion, frustration. Sexual frustration. She was annoyed that Ginny was looking at her like that while touching another woman. She released a puff of air that she hadn’t noticed she was keeping in when someone sitting down next to her demanded her attention.
“Hey Hermione,” Hannah Abbott flashed her a smile as she leaned forward to order a drink from the bar. “I’ve been looking for you all evening. I wanted to come up and say hi to you.”
Hermione’s eyes briefly looked back toward the dancefloor and she saw Ginny watching the two of them and before she knew what she was doing, Hermione smiled at Hannah and reached over to trace her fingertips over the blonde’s arm. Two could play that game.
“How have you been, Hannah?” Hermione sips from her drink, fingers still resting on Hannah’s arm.
Something in Hermione’s face must have changed for Ginny to now leave the woman behind on the dancefloor - making her way across the room toward Hermione. She joins the two women, without saying a word.
“Hey Ginny.” Hermione says, a smile on her face as she looks from her back to Hannah. “You remember Hannah right?”
Ginny nods as she looks Hannah over, her eyes resting on the exposed cleavage for a little too long, before her eyes rest on Hermione’s hand still on Hannah’s arm. Her eyes flick back toward Hermione’s face and she can see the woman’s jaw clench as they look at each other without saying anything. Their eyes burning into the others and for Hermione it wasn’t the only thing burning.
“Hannah, you wouldn’t mind if I’d steal Hermione from you for a moment, wouldn’t you?” Ginny says, her eyes never leaving Hermione’s.
She can hear Hannah saying something, but she’s not sure any of them are listening to what she’s saying when Ginny gestures for Hermione to stand up. She curses herself in her mind for just doing what the redheaded woman tells her to do and she knows that she’s in way too deep, for her own liking.
She follows Ginny down a quiet hallway and before she knows it she’s pressed up against the wall. She yelps as Ginny looks her over, her eyes feasting on the image of Hermione pressed up against the wall. Her one hand loosely around her neck as she brushes a curl out of her face before leaning into her.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re jealous,” Ginny whispers in Hermione’s ear, making her knees weak and she needs to grab hold of the table next to her to keep upright. “I could see it in your eyes as you were watching me kiss that other woman. Did you like watching?”
Hermione is incredibly aware of her heavy breathing as she feels Ginny’s lips brush her jaw to the bare skin of her neck, before she moves up to her ear again.
“Use your words, Granger, and you’ll get rewarded.”
“I liked watching,” Hermione confesses and Ginny presses a kiss to the sensitive part under her ear.
“You wanted to touch yourself, didn’t you?”
Hermione nods and Ginny moves away before she remembers to use her words. “Yes,” she breathes and Ginny smirks at her. “Yes, I wanted to touch myself. But most of all, I wanted you to.”
The redhead clicks her tongue as she lets her hand roam up Hermione’s bare thigh, to the edge of her dress. Hermione’s eyes flutter at the tingling sensation of it, her breath hitching when Ginny slowly pushes her dress up.
“Do you want me to touch you, Hermione Granger?”
Hermione is struggling to find the words to say as she feels Ginny’s hand that was around her neck make its way down her collarbone to the cleavage that she is showing. All the while her other hand is making its way under her dress, toying with the elastic band of her thong.
“Your eyes are already saying yes,” Ginny says, dropping her gaze to Hermione’s lips. “Now I just need your mouth to tell me the same. Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” she breathes and Ginny smiles at that.
“As much as I’d love for everyone to be able to see us here, to see how I pleasure you and you moan my name,” Ginny whispers, not taking her hands out from under Hermione’s dress when someone walks past. “As much as I’d love everyone to see you get all hot and bothered as I make you cum-” A shiver pulls through Hermione’s body at the thought of it and she can’t deny it kind of excites her. “I want you all to myself tonight. I want to watch your body tremble under my touch. I want to hear you moan under my lips. I want you to come as I pleasure you over and over again.”
“Fucking have me, Ginny Weasley.” Hermione pulls Ginny flush to her, their lips only mere inches away from each other. “Fucking have all of me.”
Without another word, Ginny wraps her arm around Hermione, pressing her close to her as she apparates them back to her hotel room. She turns Hermione around as soon as they set foot in her room, tearing down the zipper of her dress and pulling it down in one fast movement. Hermione kicks it away from her as she lets Ginny pull her flush against her. Back to stomach.
She feels her hands roaming over every inch of her bare skin as Ginny’s lips press kisses from her neck to her shoulder blades. She unclasps Hermione’s bra with such skill that Hermione knows that she’s done this numerous times before, her being one of the lucky women to have experienced it before - though it never gets any less accelerating to be subject to Ginny’s pleasure.
Ginny’s arms snake to her front, cupping her breasts as she kisses her neck again, tugging on her earlobe with her teeth and her breathing in Hermione’s ear makes her tremble with need. Ginny pinches her nipples, drawing a gasp from the brunette.
“Ginny,” Hermione breathes when she feels the redhead’s hands roam over her stomach to the elastic band of her thong and she presses her bum into Ginny. “Please, Ginny.”
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Ginny whispers against the skin of her neck before spinning her back around again.
She catches Hermione’s lips in a wet and hard kiss. Hermione’s hands disappear in Ginny’s hair, ripping out the clip that was holding it together. She had almost forgotten how it felt to be kissed by Ginny Weasley. How it made her tremble and weak in her core. Only wanting more, more, more.
Ginny’s fingers snake up the inside of her thigh, pressing up against the wetness on her thong. Slowly rubbing circles on her most sensitive part of her body and an impatient whine escapes her lips in between kisses, making Ginny chuckle.
“I forgot how sensitive you are,” she whispers, pressing her index finger harder into her. “I forgot how much I love that. I mean look at you,” she pushes her thong aside and one of her fingers slides into Hermione’s slit, making her moan again. “I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”
Ginny pushes her back, her legs bumping into the bed. She presses kisses from her neck to her collarbone down to her exposed breasts as he hands tease the bands of her thong again. Hermione’s hands fling upward, disappearing in Ginny’s hair as she takes one of her hardened nipples in her mouth. Tugging on her hair as a string of moans leave her lips at the sucking on her nipple and the fingers teasing around her sex. She isn’t sure just how long she’s going to be able to stand upright, she doesn’t know how long she’s going to take this teasing of the redhead in front of her.
Ginny forces down the thong before pushing her backwards onto the mattress. Gesturing for her to move further onto the bed. Hermione does exactly as she says, laying naked in front of Ginny, spread out onto the bed. Watching every single move that the redhead makes as she takes off her own dress. She gasps at the sight of her, completely naked when the dress falls down to the floor.
“You didn’t actually think I was wearing anything underneath that?” she says teasingly, as she kicks the dress away. “You know me, Hermione.” She crawls onto the bed, hovering over Hermione now. “I’m always ready. Open your mouth for me, baby.” Ginny commands her.
Hermione takes Ginny’s hand in hers and she wraps her lips around her index and middle finger, sucking as she swirls her tongue around them. She sees Ginny’s eyes light up with a mischief she knows and loves so well, her lips curling into a smile.
“Good girl,” Ginny praises her and she feels a shiver running down her spine at the praise. “Now let’s see how many times you can come for me tonight.”
Ginny’s lips press against hers again as her hand makes its way down to Hermione’s sex. She lets the two wet fingers slip into her slit, dragging hard and slow circles around her clit.
“I want to hear you, my love. Let me hear just how good I make you feel.”
Hermione moans into Ginny’s mouth, who is pressing hard kisses on her lips, increasing the pressure on her clit with every moan that she gives her, like a reward. Ginny loves rewarding her and Hermione loves being rewarded by Ginny so she’d do anything the woman asks of her just to be able to be pleased by the woman with the red hair.
Hermione is panting against Ginny’s lips as the latter works her magic at her clit. She can’t help but press her hips into Ginny’s hand, drawing a chuckle from her and the sound sends another shiver down her back. She whimpers as Ginny lets her mouth roam down to her breasts again, cupping one with her free hand as she sucks in her nipple again.
Hermione wasn’t often speechless but right now all she can do is mutter Ginny’s name together with pleas for her to not stop and go faster. She wants to feel Ginny’s mouth and fingers everywhere.
“Merlin, Hermione.” Ginny whispers against her breast and the feeling of her hot breath on her bare skin and hearing the woman whisper her name is only pushing her further to the edge that she’s nearing at a quick speed underneath the rubbing of Ginny’s fingers on her clit.
“Don’t stop,” she manages to moan as her hips grind against Ginny’s hand, matching the rhythm of her strokes. She can feel the muscles in her stomach constrict, her entire body tensing as her orgasm is building up inside of her.
She closes her eyes, fisting her hands in the sheets as her toes curl. Ginny’s name rolls over her lips in a pleasured scream for her to keep going. Her release pulses through her entire body, her legs weakening from tensing and her breathing the fastest it has probably ever gone. But Ginny doesn’t give her the time to let her body relax.
She feels Ginny’s lips around her clit as soon as her first release has washed over her. The tip of her tongue finds her sensitive clit immediately and she closes her lips around it, making Hermione gasp for air. The gentle sucking draws moan after moan from her lips. Filling her entire body with the sweet sensation of pleasure, her hips rocking under Ginny’s grip. All restraint and patience she normally possesses had already gone out the door, but the pure lust that’s coursing through her body is one she hasn’t felt before.
Her fingers make their way into Ginny’s hair as she pushes the woman closer to her and a pleasured scream escapes her lips when she feels Ginny’s fingers press up against her opening. Ginny lets one of her fingers enter Hermione before adding a second one, slowly moving them in and out, her mouth still working on her clit. Increasing the tempo quickly when Hermione tugs on her hair.
If the pulling on Ginny’s hair hurts, the woman doesn’t let her know. She raises her eyes up to meet Hermione’s, looking at her through her thick lashes as her tongue flicks against her clit. She can’t look away, she can’t look away from the brown eyes from the redheaded woman that is making her feel so good. She felt herself crumble underneath her gaze and her touch, yet she felt so alive.
Her moans are growing louder as she can feel herself coming to the edge. Losing all conscious control of her body, she pushes Ginny closer. The woman’s tongue pressing on her clit, rubbing against the sensitive areas around it. Her fingers moving in and out of her at a fast speed that makes her roll her eyes back.
“Fuck Ginny,” she mumbles and she feels Ginny’s breath on her as the woman chuckles at her swearing.
“I want you to look at me,” Ginny breathes huskily and Hermione forces her eyes open again, settling on Ginny’s eyes. “I want you to look at me while I make you come again.”
Ginny’s eyes give her a once over and when she looks back at her again, Hermione thinks that seeing this woman with the bright red hair and the eyes full of fire between her legs might just be the most beautiful sight she has ever seen. Just the sight of her brings her over the edge. Her toes are curling and her whole body is full of the tension of her orgasm coming.
She’s vaguely conscious of Ginny telling her to let it all go, whispering her name as her fingers hit the spot that makes her want to scream. She can feel herself clench around Ginny’s fingers as her whole body trembles, her legs shaking uncontrollably as Ginny pushes her over the edge for a second time that night. Her eyes roll back as she lets her head fall back onto the mattress as she basks in the pure pleasure and bliss that washes over her body.
She can feel the mattress underneath her dip as Ginny crawls upward again. Hermione opens her eyes and watches her lay down next to her on her side, fingers drawing slow circles on the exposed bare skin of Hermione’s stomach. There’s a smirk on Ginny’s lips when she leans into Hermione and presses her lips against her jaw.
“I don’t think I can ever get enough of those beautiful sounds that you make,” she whispers in her ear and a shiver runs down the brunette’s back again. “How about you stay the night,” Ginny looks back at her with a glint in her eyes. “And we’ll see how many more times you can come for me.”
Little note: I’m thinking of writing a part 2 for this couple that continues after this. I’d love to know if people are interested in that x
For the prompt “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”
Warning: smut and swearing
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter
Draco walks into his bedroom, using the towel to dry his wet hair from the shower. He quickly put on a pair of joggers when he ran downstairs to receive a package that was being delivered. He rolls his eyes at the way the delivery guy had looked at him before finally handing over the package.
“What are you rolling your eyes at?” a voice behind him breaks through his train of thoughts.
He turns around, dropping the towel to the floor when he sees the auror laying in his bed on top of the covers. On top of the covers and completely undressed. Naked.
“Potter-” He starts but closes his mouth when the auror raises his eyebrows at him.
“Cat’s got your tongue, Malfoy?” Potter says amusedly.
He can’t help but squint his eyes at the man in his bed. Auror Potter and him had a very well known rivalry going on in the Ministry, But somewhere along the lines they had become something more - something different, he thinks. Entirely platonic obviously, Draco thinks every single time that he’d meet Potter in his office or a random supply closet at the Ministry.
But their homes, that wasn’t something they’d really done yet. So he definitely is quite surprised to be seeing the famous Harry Potter, saviour of the Wizarding World and Head of Magical Law Enforcement in his bed. Completely naked.
“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed,” Draco puts the emphasis on “my” as he walks toward the bed, letting his eyes take Potter in completely. He leans against one of the bed posts, his arms crossed in front of his bare chest and his hair a dishevelled mess from drying it with the forgotten towel that is still on the floor. “But I think I will just enjoy it for a moment.”
There’s a hint of annoyance in Potter’s face as Draco stands there at the end of the bed. It’s a look that Draco has received his way many times over the past years, ever since they were young and met at Hogwarts. But there’s more, there’s impatience along with longing and pure lust as he can see the man’s eyes taking in his hair, face and bare chest and eventually lingering on his joggers.
“If you don’t come over here right now, Malfoy.” Potter hisses at him.
“Then what?” Draco grins as he looks down on him. “What will you do if I don’t come over there right now, Potter?”
But the man doesn’t have an answer to snap back at him, he just swallows hard when Draco puts his hands down on the mattress.
“That’s what I thought,” Draco says, his grin never fading. “I quite like seeing you spread out for me like this. Naked and completely speechless.”
“Why don’t you show me just how much you like it?”
He’s delighted at hearing the teasing tone in Potter’s voice again, sending a shiver down his spine when he crawls onto the bed on all fours. His eyes lingering on Potter’s length as he creeps closer, hearing the man’s breath hitch in his throat when Draco’s face reaches it. But instead he creeps up even further until he’s eye to eye with the man underneath him.
He leans down, nudging Potter’s face to the side with his nose before whispering in his ear. “Wouldn’t you like that, huh?”
He feels the tips of Harry’s fingers on the bare skin of his legs, slowly and agonisingly making their way up to the edge of the towel and sliding underneath it on the sensitive skin of his thighs. He can’t keep a soft sigh from escaping his lips and the man underneath him chuckles, his breath tickling the skin of Draco’s shoulder.
He feels Potter’s length press up against his legs when he sits down on top of him. His hands now run up his upper thighs. In a swift movement Draco removes the towel, throwing it to the floor without sparing it a single glance. His eyes only focused on the man beneath him, who is now taking in his hard on that rests on his stomach. His eyes filled with hunger and pure lust.
Draco grabs the back of his neck as he pulls the man up toward him. A low groan stuck in his throat as he feels the friction of Potter’s bare skin against his length. He tangles the fingers of his other hand in his messy hair and pulls his face up to his. Their lips meeting in a hungry and lust driven kiss. All fast hands grabbing for bare skin and hair, tongue, teeth pulling on bottom lips and grinding hips against each other.
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” Draco groans as he bites down on Potter’s earlobe.
The man underneath him grinds his hips up into Draco, begging for the least bit of friction, begging for him while he moans his name. Merlin, he loves it when he begs for him. Draco discovered that weak spot of his a few shags ago, when Harry started breathing his name into his ear. Begging and pleading for him to make him come and it made him weak. It made him want to give the man everything that he wants and he knows these feelings are proof he’s on thin ice, but right now, he doesn’t give a fuck.
He pushes the auror back down on the mattress, grinding on his length as he presses a rough and urgent kiss to his lips, followed by kisses tracing down his jawline to his neck and collarbones. Marking him up at any opportunity he is being given while groaning, “You’re mine, Potter.”
And Potter submissively agrees with him. “I’m yours,” he breathes out, his hands getting lost in Draco’s hair. “Fuck, I’m yours and only yours. Please Malfoy.”
“I’ll take care of you,” he whispers to the bare skin of his stomach as his hands travel from his chest down to his thighs. “You’re mine and I’ll take care of you.”
He kisses his pelvis, going dangerously slow and he can feel Potter squirm under him. He presses his hand down on his pelvis to keep him in place as he drags his other up on the inside of his thigh. When he looks up, through his eyelashes at the man underneath him, his breath gets caught in his throat. The sight of it is something so beautiful that he needs to take a minute, his fingers dragging slow and taunting circles on the inside of his thigh.
He loves the side of him squirm, fighting the pressure he’s performing on his pelvis to keep him down. The desperation in the man’s eyes when their gazes meet as he looks down at Draco. He holds his gaze as he slowly lets the tip of his tongue touch the tip of his length and he sees his chest hitch when his breath does at the feeling of Draco’s tongue.
His hand wraps around the base of Potter’s cock and he presses a light kiss to his tip before wrapping his lips around it, letting his tongue tease the underside of the head. Potter’s moans are like music to his ears and he can feel his own length throbbing in between his legs upon hearing it.
He watches Potter throw his head back into the mattress when he teases gently kisses to his skin, drawing the tip of his tongue across his entire length. He’s breathing hard and Potter’s hands tugging on his hair makes his heart nearly jump out of his chest.
“Please,” it’s barely a whisper on the man’s lips but Draco catches the plea as he watches his eyelids flutter and his lips part as another moan escapes them.
“Fucking hell, Potter.” He groans before taking his length in his hand moving it up and down in fast movements. “I would’ve taken you to my bed way sooner if I would’ve known this is the sight I’d have in front of me.”
His hips are starting to roll with every single movement of Draco’s hand and he lets his other hand roam the bare skin of it before digging his fingers into his hip, to demand him to keep still as his lips wrapped around the tip of his cock again. His hand is pumping the base of his length as his head is bobbing up and down as his lips and tongue make the magic happen.
Potter’s hands are fisted in the sheets and he takes the time to untangle them for him, forcing his fingers up in Draco’s hair as he tells him to show him exactly what he likes him to do. Groans and moans are leaving the man’s lips as he pulls and tugs on Draco’s hair, making him decide the rhythm that Draco is moving his head as his tongue drags along his entire length and his lips touch every inch of bare skin on it.
Curses and desperate pleas together with the blonde’s name leave Potter’s lips as he knows he is bringing him to the edge that he so desperately wants to cross. The normally composed auror Harry Potter, Head of Magical Law Enforcement, is mush underneath Draco’s lips and touch and he can’t even explain how much that turns him on. The fact that he is the one that can get the Chosen One to lose his entire composure like this only makes him want to please him even more. Draco gags but he lets Potter continue to set the pace, the rhytm they had set together getting lost as Potter’s trusts get sloppier.
“Please, don’t-” Potter takes in a sharp breath and his back arches. “Fuck. Please don’t stop.”
He can feel his body starting to tremble and the press of his hands in his hair growing weakers as he’s nearing the edge and Draco moans as he takes over again. Letting his tongue swirl around the head of his cock as his hand keeps pumping up and down. Draco’s last name slurring on the man’s lips when his tongue teases the underside of the head followed by him taking his length inside his mouth as far as he can, sucking in his cheeks until he can’t anymore.
“I’m going to come,” Potter manages to get out and Draco smirks up at him as he lets his other hand join his first. One of them is still moving up and down in a rapid tempo as the fingers of his other tease the head of him.
“Come for me then,” Draco says huskily. “Don’t hold back.”
“Fuck Draco,” he completely loses it as he pushes him over the edge.
A tremble courses through Draco’s body at hearing the man use his first name, but before he can say anything he can feel Potter growing weak and shaky under his touch as he comes. He crawls back up to him, watching his blissful face, taking in his closed eyes as he tries to steady his breathing.
“I said I’d take care of you,” Draco says as he presses a soft kiss to Potter’s lips. “Did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”
The auror sighs blissfully against his lips. “I should probably head out again and-”
Draco pushes him down onto the mattress, his eyes hard and relentless. “Don’t even think you’re going anywhere, Potter.” He snarks at him, a grin spreading across his face. “You came to my house late at night. I can think of so much more to do.”
He notices the eager grin that spreads across Potter’s face and Draco looks down at his sweaty chest. “I think someone needs a timeout in the shower.”
I'm currently working on one of the requested prompts from this post and I thought I'd share a small snippet of the short that I'm writing for it. It includes Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. If you still want to request a prompt with any couple, please don't hesitate and send me an ask. I take a bit longer but will try my best to get to them asap.
“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed,” Draco puts the emphasis on “my” as he walks toward the bed, letting his eyes take Potter in completely. He leans against one of the bed posts, his arms crossed in front of his bare chest and his hair a dishevelled mess from drying it with the forgotten towel that is still on the floor. “But I think I will just enjoy it for a moment.”
There’s a hint of annoyance in Potter’s face as Draco stands there at the end of the bed. It’s a look that Draco has received his way many times over the past years, ever since they were young and met at Hogwarts. But there’s more, there’s impatience along with longing and pure lust as he can see the man’s eyes taking in his hair, face and bare chest and eventually lingering on his joggers.
“If you don’t come over here right now, Malfoy.” Potter hisses at him.
For the prompt "We should probably leave, before we start a scandal."
Warning: smut and swearing
Pairing: Ginny Weasley x Harry Potter
“You are driving me crazy,” Harry mumbles in Ginny’s ear, his lips softly brushing her earlobe.
The fingers on his hands are digging into her hips as she tries to stand up, keeping her in place. She lets herself fall back against Harry’s chest. A smirk paints her red lips as she can feel the reason Harry doesn’t want her to stand up.
She looks around at the people around her, some strangers, some of her friends or family. They hadn’t had a night out with everyone in a long time because of everyone’s busy schedules. It also meant that Harry and Ginny didn’t really get to see each other much and their moments together had been very brief and rushed lately, but god did she love every single one of them. She lets her hand travel up Harry’s thigh as she leans into him, turning her head slightly so she can look at him over her shoulder.
“You know I can help you with that,” she whispers huskily, biting down on her bottom lip.
She can hear his breath hitch as he looks down at her lips, feeling her rub against him draws an involuntary groan from him. In a quick movement she got loose from Harry’s grip, turning herself around to sit back onto his lap. Her arms around his neck and a grin on her lips that Harry knows predicts nothing good.
He truly admires this woman for her bravery, the fact that she knows there's people around them but she simply does not care. She doesn't care if anyone sees them, if anyone's looking. Harry suspects that sometimes it turns her on even more knowing someone might be seeing her driving him crazy.
Her hand travels up to his neck, disappearing in the ends of his hair and the feel of her pulling on the ends makes him shiver in his seat. She brushes her lips against his before bringing her lips to his ear, her breathing making him shiver again. Merlin, he is in such trouble.
“You just have to ask me and I will take care of it,” she teases him, grinding her hips once and her giggles make his heart flutter.
“You are a menace,” Harry moans as he feels himself throbbing against her, barely able to keep his breathing even.
His hands tighten on her hips, keeping her in place, to prevent her from causing any more friction, but fuck did he want it. The smirk on her face tells him that she knows exactly what she's doing to him. That she is driving him absolutely crazy and she is loving every second of it.
She bites on her lower lip, her own gaze flicking down to his lips. Her hand is still brushing through his hair as the other rests on his cheek, forcing him to lean into her as she brushes her lips against his again. He could never get enough from kissing Ginny, the way his stomach made somersaults and his heart would skip a beat when she initiated it, would never get old. It often made him forget everything around him, everyone around him.
“I want to kiss every single inch of your body,” she whispers against his lips. “Before I ride you.”
And when she bites his lip the way she does, it makes him lose every bit of composure that he has and his hands are everywhere, roaming every single inch of her body and-
Harry quickly pulls back from her. “We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.”
Her face is only an inch away as their eyes lock onto each other. The sight of her, flustered, breathing heavily and all wide eyed makes him weak. He loves this woman, he loves this woman more than anything in the world. She slightly tugs on his hair to get him back down to earth, her chest moving in sync against his as they breathe the same air.
“I want you to make love to me, Harry Potter.” Ginny breathes, no smirk on her face, just pure longing. “I want you to make love to me until I forget my name.”
Harry swallows hard. “Let’s get out of here then.”
