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avec-hermione:

dragonofbadfaith:

His eyes opened upon her pleads, the silver pools searching her face for reassurance. The worry and concerned left his features, and abandoned his body as he gave into the pleasure that was coursing through his veins and spiraling out recklessly out of control. “Y-Yes, Hermione—oh, fuck—yess!” He grunted, as he watched her beneath him with studious eyes. His hips increased their rhythm, thrusting faster into the tight entrance that pulsated so bloody splendidly around his length. He decided then, as he listened to and watched her moan, that she really was beautiful. His mouth eagerly captured hers, roughly kissing her as his tongue teasingly touched her own, his moans muffled by her mouth.

Helpless, pleasured whimpers escaped her lips, high and sharp as Malfoy obliged her request for harder, faster, because it felt so sinfully good to feel him lose control, to see his carefully crafted walls come crashing down. She was a gasping, writhing mess beneath him, slightly shy as she began to meet each of his thrusts with her own. She soon found her pace, and she cried out as his cock nudged deeper inside her drenched feminine walls, his name falling repeatedly from her lips as pleasure so intense and unexpected threatened to overwhelm her. She was clutching him desperately, feeling as if she was lost at sea and he was her anchor. She didn’t know what this meant for them—were they…dating now? Or was this just a one time thing, never to be spoken of again? She hoped not. While she certainly wasn’t in love with the Malfoy heir, she felt something for him—something strong.

She liked how her name sounded emanating from his lips, how his masculine groans and grunts filled the air along with her more feminine ones. She could feel something building within her, like a knot being stretched tight, and her mewls increased in volume and frequency as her world threatened to shatter around. 

“Mal—foy!” She cried, almost scared of the sheer amount of pleasure rushing through her. Her eyes sought his, wide and startled. “You—you feel so good, Malfoy, Draco, I—I’m so close, Draco, please, I—ah!”  

Draco used one arm to steady himself above her, not wanting to crush her—despite the pleasure that was jolting through his lean body, he still was coherent enough to think and be concerned for her. He still was holding back, willing himself to thrust too hard or crush her much smaller body with the weight of his. The other arm was at his side, his hand roamed down the side of her slim body, trailing the line of her curves until he trailed all the way down to her thigh. He wrapped his hand behind her knee, bringing her to wrap it around his thighs as he thrusted a little harder. He didn’t want to think about what this meant for them, or why he was suddenly so concerned for her well being when he never even gave a damn about another girl. He couldn’t think about it, he wouldn’t think about it… he simply drove himself deeper within her, his mouth kissing sloppily along the curve of her neck.

He was steadily panting, moaning out her name breathlessly against the spots on her neck that he kissed. He shouldn’t have liked how his name sounded leaving her lips, or how she made airy and breathlessly noises, how snug her wet and warm feminine walls felt around his aching cock. He let out a loud grunt of pleasure, something that resembled a near cry, as she cried out his name. His hand moved to to cup her jaw, as he looked into her wide hazel eyes and searching them with concern as she looked up at him with such startle and almost fright. 

“Shhh—-Gra—aahhh, fuck—Granger, shhh, it’s o—oooh—kay…” He tried to sooth as he pressed his lips too hers, kissing her in a strangely affectionate and sensual manner. He gasped against her mouth and found himself loosing his controlled firm thrusts, beginning to thrust into her more wildly. “You f-feel so fucking g-good, Hermione….ahhh!”

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dragonofbadfaith:

Draco felt his entire body stiffen, out of concern and fear. He hadn’t felt this nervous during his own first time. He hadn’t given a bloody shit about Pansy and if she liked what he was doing, she never had counted as any special to him, just a girl who lavished him with…

His eyes opened upon her pleads, the silver pools searching her face for reassurance. The worry and concerned left his features, and abandoned his body as he gave into the pleasure that was coursing through his veins and spiraling out recklessly out of control. “Y-Yes, Hermione—oh, fuck—yess!” He grunted, as he watched her beneath him with studious eyes. His hips increased their rhythm, thrusting faster into the tight entrance that pulsated so bloody splendidly around his length. He decided then, as he listened to and watched her moan, that she really was beautiful. His mouth eagerly captured hers, roughly kissing her as his tongue teasingly touched her own, his moans muffled by her mouth.

dragonofbadfaith:

“Good,” He groaned, thrusting his hips firmer into her own, rubbing his erection down the front of her knicker covered core. He could feel how wet she was, it made him shudder with wanton delight as he realized he was so close to finally being inside her. His mouth sought…

Draco felt his entire body stiffen, out of concern and fear. He hadn’t felt this nervous during his own first time. He hadn’t given a bloody shit about Pansy and if she liked what he was doing, she never had counted as any special to him, just a girl who lavished him with attention and somehow gotten to be called his friend. But Granger was different. He cared about her. He should have taken a moment to slide into her softer, more gentle like how she deserved. He cared deeply if she was enjoying this or not, so the second he saw the tears in her eyes, Draco felt as if someone had stabbed him right in the gut. He was bloody hurting her! Shit. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He murmured contritely, scolding himself silently for finding such pleasure in how tight and wet she felt around his cock. He shouldn’t be enjoying the feeling when she wasn’t…

Draco studied her closely. When she shifted her hips, he groaned out with delight and fought the urge to thrust into her deeper. He was practically panting, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he held his control. Upon her tearful smile and her arms, as well as her smooth legs, wrapping around his body to bring him closer, he finally relaxed. His mouth pressed a soft kiss to her, his forearms rested on either side of her head so he could support his weight. “If…If I’m hurting you…” he began, bending his head to press a tender kiss to her neck as his hips slowly began to move. “I’ll stop, just tell me…” His words were silenced with a moan erupting from his throat as he found his length sliding deeper inside of her. His cock was snug inside the wet tight entrance, the tender walls contracting so fucking good around him. “Fuuuck, Granger, oh you feel so—oooh.” Again his words were silenced, his thrusts picking up a slow sensual rhythm.

 

avec-hermione:

There was something in his inquiry that shocked her—something like doubt, something vulnerable, and she found herself wanting to assure him that yes, she did want him—she wanted him more than she had wanted anything in a long time.

“I want you,” She murmured, cradling his face in her hands and brushing her nose against his. Suddenly, his hips thrusts against hers, and she cried out, her back arching as she felt his stiff length grind against her weeping core. “I—mm—I want you, Draco, oh God, I—” She was a writhing, panting mess beneath him, her hips shifting restlessly. 

“I want you,” She repeated, kissing him once. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” 

“Good,” He groaned, thrusting his hips firmer into her own, rubbing his erection down the front of her knicker covered core. He could feel how wet she was, it made him shudder with wanton delight as he realized he was so close to finally being inside her. His mouth sought hers, kissing her hard and fast to silence anymore words, desperate to feel her tongue against his own. His hands roamed down her sides, caressing the curves of her body before finding her breasts. He gently squeezed them as he tugged at her bra, pulling it off of her body. His gaze hungrily glanced down at her breasts. The sight of the soft mounds, the rosy little nubs.

He growled as he kissed her neck. “I’ve want this for so long.” He confessed in a murmur before tugging at her knickers, pulling them down her legs and tossing them off to the side. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her up further onto the bed, hovering above her as he took off his own underwear, his erection springing free. “If you want me to stop…just say so.” he said against her mouth, kissing her tenderly as he positioned himself over her. With a single thrust, he entered her and cried out from the feeling of just how tight and wet she was. “Fuck, Granger.” He groaned breathlessly.