68Hi, friends. This is not a new work in progress, not technically. This was originally intended to be an advent for Kinktober, but I'm not going to finish in time. So I've decided to release each prompt earlier than planned. Please keep in mind that each of these are small oneshots, like drabbles at max 2k, and they're basically smut. There is only enough plot to set the drabbles up, and each part is not connected. They're all standalone. An infinite thank you to Frumpologist to assuring me these are not terrible.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content. Prompts, and warnings will be posted at the top of each chapter. Please read them. If you would like to see the entire list of prompts I will be releasing, visit my tumblr at mrsren96.
Prompt: Toys
Setting: Established relationship, already married.
Warning: Dom/sub dynamics, and this really applies for this entire project.
Hermione bounced on the balls of her feet, watching the clock. He was supposed to be home already! While any other day, she could play the part of understanding wife—being an Auror was a gruelling career choice—but not today.
The clock struck 5:00.
It was fair to give him at least five minutes before she truly grew impatient, but she tapped her foot against the white linoleum anyway. At 5:06, the Floo sounded, and Draco appeared, brushing soot and powder from his hair.
He took one look at her, and chuckled, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. "Are you this impatient?" Draco shrugged out of his robes, and laid them over the chair.
She arched an eyebrow. "Are you telling me that you're not?" Hermione's arms fell away from her chest as she stepped forward. She unbuttoned his Auror uniform, sliding her hands over his shoulders, and taking it off of him. He was left in an oxford he'd pulled from the wardrobe that morning. "We've been talking about it all week."
Her husband's fingers knotted in her hair, his lips curving up. "It's all I've thought about today. Potter had to catch a mugger because my mind was elsewhere."
Her lips parted, a weak moan escaping her as he lightly tugged her hair. "Oh? What were you thinking about?"
Draco steered her around her hair wrapped around his knuckles, and pinned her to the counter. Trapped between his body and the counter digging into her back, she didn't think she wanted to move anyway. He clicked his tongue as her hands made quick work of the button on his trousers. "Have you pulled everything out?"
His nose skimmed her jaw line, and her mind blanked when his lips moved down her throat. Nipping the hollow of her throat, Hermione whimpered. "Yes, it's in the bedroom."
He grinned. "Good girl."
The words shot straight through her. "Can we start already?" Hermione begged under her breath.
"Impatient?"
If she wasn't trying to get something, she would have stomped on his foot. "You made us wait an entire week, Draco. We could have played the day we went to the shop, but for some asinine reason, you refused."
Draco laughed. "You're so impatient for me to play with your pretty cunt, aren't you?" His breath was hot against the shell of her ear while his fingers dug into her hips. "I wanted to wait so I wouldn't have to worry about being called away."
She could hardly argue. He'd been called into the DMLE almost every day that week. "Then we could have started, and I could have finished." Hermione said wickedly.
Judging by the way his eyes widened, she would be paying for the statement within minutes. Draco swatted her arse, and sucked in a sharp breath. "Go upstairs, I'll join you in a minute."
Anticipation coiled in her stomach as he took a step backward, his dragonhide shoes squeaking against the floor. "I plan to be wearing nothing." She murmured.
Draco waved his hand, summoning a glass, and a bottle of firewhisky. "Duly noted, Granger."
Her nose crinkled. "It's Malfoy."
He snorted a laugh, and it was impossible to tire of the sound. "I'm still shocked you didn't hyphenate."
Hermione left him with another eye roll, and hurried up the stairs. The banister was smooth below her fingers, and she all but ran into their bedroom. She unbuttoned her blouse, and let it fall to the floor. She unzipped the back of her pencil skirt, letting it pool around her ankles. Her heels landed in a corner of the room, and she opted to leave her bra and knickers.
After climbing onto the bed, she didn't have to wait long. Before the door swung open.
Draco held a glass of firewhisky in his hand, and took a drink as he took a long look at her. "Sweet fucking Circe," He rasped as the booze burned a path fown his throat. "Such a pretty picture."
"Are you going to take a picture, or fuck me?"
He glared from behind his glass as he drained the last of it. Draco joined her on the bed, the bed dipping below his knee. "I'm still surprised this was your idea." He murmured, grabbing the bag beside her. "Not that I'm complaining."
She smirked, the back of her head hitting the headboard. "I like to try new things."
Draco sat beside her, opening the packaging of the vibrator, and turning it over in his hand. "We can try anything you like." It was another thing that he'd said many times after she pulled him into the sex shop, glamoured on the edge of Diagon Alley. "Spread your legs."
Hermione reached for her knickers first, and squeaked when her hands were knocked to her side. "What?"
"Leave them," he said.
The only sounds in the room were the vibrator clicking on, and her uneven breathing. Draco started at the lowest speed, and laid it against her clit through her lace knickers.
She whimpered. "That feels so good."
He rubbed her clit with the end of the toy, slow, torturous circles as her hips bucked into it. Draco dipped his head, kissing down her neck, and leaving marks as his teeth grazed the soft skin there. "Look at you," he whispered, "so eager to ride this toy and come all over it. I haven't even taken your knickers off yet."
The speed increased at the same moment he vanished her knickers.
"They were soaked." Draco told her, sliding down the curve of her body and tracing the edge of her bra with his tongue. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra with one hand before throwing it to the floor. His mouth closed around her nipple.
The speed increased again, and she choked. Digging her fingers into the sheets, Hermione pressed herself closer to the toy, moving her hips in an attempt to get herself off. "No!" Hermione whined as he pulled the toy away. "Draco, you can't tease."
He kissed her forehead. "I'm not. I want you on your hands and knees." Draco slapped her arse, and pressed the vibrator to her clit, this time moving faster than it had before.
His nails scraped down her back, just how she liked, and she buried her face in the blanket. "Did you use—"
Draco must have vanished his clothes because he entered her without warning then, bottoming out inside of her. "Did I use magic to press that vibrator to your clit? Yes, I did. Would you like to know why?"
Hermione couldn't manage to speak as she rocked back against him. She nodded, gripping the sheets in her hands.
"You're greedy for it," Draco withdrew and thrust into her. "Who am I to deny you?" He fucked her like that, slamming into her while gripping her hips so tightly she would have bruises.
"Oh, God," She gasped when he pressed her legs closer together, and he felt even larger as he slid into her cunt. "Draco, please, harder!"
His fingers delved into her hair, wrapping the strands around his fist once more, and pulled roughly while he fucked her into the mattress. "Your cunt is so fucking tight around me." He hissed. "Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?"
"Yes!" She shrieked.
So close. So close. She would fall over the edge any second, and Draco knew it.
He scratched her back, groaning as she arched her back. "That's it, sweetheart. You're so close, aren't you?"
She whimpered and nodded.
It took two more thrusts combined with the vibrator against her clit for her to shatter. Hermione thought she screamed. She knew that she yanked the sheets from the corners of the bed as she writhed below him. "Oh, my God." Hermione shuddered.
He chuckled darkly above her as he pulled the toy away from her. Draco laid it on the bedside table and pulled it to her chest. Pushing the hair away from her sweaty forehead. "Was it everything you wanted?"
She nodded. "Yes," Hermione nuzzled his shoulder, pressing lazy kisses across his shoulder and then his collarbone. "I can't wait to use everything else."
Draco smirked. "Well, we have dinner plans tonight."
"What?" She gaped at him. "I have no intentions of leaving this bed."
He rummaged through the bag that he'd tossed on the table, before he pulled a box from inside. "If you're really good, I'll fuck you in the loo."
She glanced from his face to the toy in his hands. "I hope you remembered to buy lube." Hermione muttered.
"I wouldn't forget," Draco replied. "I can't wait for you to try to hold a conversation with Potter and Weasley when there's a plug in your pretty arse."
Her eyes shot open. "Draco, you didn't invite them."
"I did." He replied happily. "But I'll put this away if you want me to."
Hermione swallowed, shaking her head. "No, I want it."
"What is that you want, sweetheart?" Draco asked, grinning wickedly. "I wouldn't want there to be any misunderstandings."
She bit her lower lip, shifting shyly against him. "I want you to slide that into my arse before we go to dinner. And at some point, I want to sneak off so you can fuck me against a wall while my arse is being stretched."
His lips crashed to hers.
I know it's just filthy smut, but I'd love to read what you think. I hope you enjoyed!
