Drinking Game
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Adult ++
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15,850
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Drinking Game
Title: Drinking Game
Author/LJ name: margaritaabate
Ship: Draco/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Oral, Bondage, D/s, Language
Word Count: 1,207
June Prompt: You must have Ogden's Finest make an appearance! Get them drunk, or let them be tipsy - it's up to you!
A/N: Thank you so much to my wonderfully wicked beta, wildcatcdc! *wink* This little lovely piece of smut and PWP was written for Dynonugget’s June Prompt. It won runner-up and mod’s choice. Thanks and I hope you enjoy. I warn you, it’s a dirty, little thing.
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She looked like Aphrodite bound in the throes of passion.
Her skin dripped with perspiration, pimpled with tiny goose flesh as he ran the ice down the valley of her breasts.
She was blindfolded and tied to his bed, hands above her head, hips propped up on a pillow and legs spread wide and fastened down. A fantasy come true. Draco grinned, popping another piece of ice in his mouth and bending to feast on her rosy nipples, chuckling at her sharp gasp.
Gods, she was divine.
Using his mouth, tongue and lips, he swiped across one pebbled peak, swirling the ice teasingly, until she was moaning incoherently. His cock twitched. He loved hearing her make those guttural sounds that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul.
She’d been making them for him for nearly three years. He’d bumped into her at a New Magical Law and Policy convention. She was representing the Ministry of Magic and speaking against the existing oppressive pro-Pureblood laws, or some nonsense. He was there to make business contacts. He didn’t know how, but somehow they’d consumed a bottle of Ogden’s Finest Firewhiskey and had ended up back at his suite where they’d fucked all night.
Neither expected a one-night stand to turn into a relationship. However, Draco couldn’t have been more pleased. Who knew Hermione Granger was as perversely free and experimental as he, behind closed doors?
Not to mention that she was kind, loyal and loving – all the sappy bullshite that accompanied being in love. Yes, he loved her, though he wasn’t one to show emotions and tell her every day. Why should he? She knew how he felt. He wasn’t a bloody Gryffindor.
He was a prat. He knew it. She knew it, but still accepted him.
For some sick, twisted reason, they just fit. He told all his friends to fuck off if they didn’t like it and had expressly threatened his father with a turning over certain evidence to the Ministry, if he didn’t behave. His mother supported him, as expected. Of course, Hermione’s friends had been outraged, particularly her ex-boyfriend, the Weasel. Draco had laughed at their dramatic antics; especially at the stupid redhead who couldn’t think past the vanilla, missionary position that left the goddess on his bed wanting.
Needless to say, she no longer wanted for anything. She was his, period. His cock and imagination were a lethal combination.
A moan brought him back to the task at hand. Speaking of hands . . . he thrust three fingers into her already wet core. One. Two. Three. Then he pulled out and licked every bit of her creamy sweetness from his fingers.
He leaned over to mutter a wandless Accio, targeting a tall glass tumbler filled with the warm, amber liquid that first brought them together. He smiled as he dipped his throbbing erection into the glass.
“Open up, love.” Positioning himself over her, he closed his eyes as her lips and mouth closed over his dick. “Suck it.”
He knew she was uncomfortable in this position but at the moment he didn’t care. This was his game. He sighed at the breathy “mmm” vibrating over his hardness. She loved it.
He allowed her to devour him for a while before pulling away. “Enough!”
Re-shifting his body over her, he pried her lips open and dripped a few drops of liquid into her mouth using the tips of his fingers. She caught it greedily with her tongue. Slowly, he splashed some over her tits before lowering to suck and bite them. Lapping up every bit of the golden elixir, he left a wet trail down the expanse of her stomach, pausing only to dribble a tiny pool into her little belly button.
She arched and called out his name, her hips seeking some kind of friction to relieve the ache building in her lower body. He traveled down in lazy swirls, around her hips and to her inner thigh. He knew what she wanted.
Lifting his body, he let droplets of Ogden’s Finest drip into Hermione Granger’s finest. Then he lowered his head and began sipping and licking her sweet pussy, drinking in her juices mingled with Firewhiskey. His talented tongue twirled around her throbbing clit as she became wetter. He would pause every now and then to grab the glass from the mattress to pour more of the fiery alcohol onto her hot folds before going back to dreamily nip, suck and taste her.
He knew she was on the edge so he closed his lips around her clit and plunged three fingers inside of her. He curved his middle finger looking for her sweet spot. He feasted faster; humming, rubbing and pumping into her slickness. All the while she was grinding her hips, pressing her mound into his face; panting and repeating his name over and over again.
Merlin, he needed to marry this woman!
He continued to drink her in – wanting to get drunk from her very being.
Abruptly, she screamed, going rigid as she came long and hard. She quivered in tiny quakes and flushed a dusty rose as Draco pressed soft kisses on the inside of her thighs.
Holding the now empty glass, he crawled back up her sexy body and kissed her, letting her taste herself mixed with the bitter sweetness of the alcohol. He pulled away, and switched the glass in his hand for the half-full bottle. With one hand, he held it up to her pink lips and trickled more of its contents down her throat very carefully, before taking a long swig himself. His other hand fisted his painfully hard cock and positioned it at her entrance.
Inching into her, he took another drink from the bottle; relishing both the whiskey as well as how wet and tight she felt. She gasped and panted underneath him.
“Gods, Draco . . . fuck me . . .”
He grunted and tossed the bottle to the ground and yanked off her blindfold. “Gonna fuck you hard, love.”
He grabbed her hips with both hands and began pounding into her. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room along with pants, moans, growls and the occasional calling out of names.
After repositioning his thrusts, she was soon crying out a multitude of “yeses”, urging him on. He moved faster and harder, breaking out in a fine sheen of sweat. He felt her walls flutter, then clench around him as she came again. He continued to fuck her through her orgasm until he finally cried out harshly and released a stream of hot, sticky essence into her.
Collapsing atop her, he took a few moments to steady his breathing before sitting up and untying the beautiful woman beneath him. Tenderly, he rolled her off the pillows, tossing them to the floor, and tucked her exhausted and used body under his.
“We made such a mess.” Her voice was filled with mirth.
“Hold on.” He summoned his wand and cast several Scourgify Spells over the bed and their bodies. “Better?”
“Mmmm.” She closed her eyes and snuggled closer into him. “We should drink more often.”
Draco laughed, his eyes drooping shut. “I’ll drink to that, love.”
-fin-
Author/LJ name: margaritaabate
Ship: Draco/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Oral, Bondage, D/s, Language
Word Count: 1,207
June Prompt: You must have Ogden's Finest make an appearance! Get them drunk, or let them be tipsy - it's up to you!
A/N: Thank you so much to my wonderfully wicked beta, wildcatcdc! *wink* This little lovely piece of smut and PWP was written for Dynonugget’s June Prompt. It won runner-up and mod’s choice. Thanks and I hope you enjoy. I warn you, it’s a dirty, little thing.
*******************************************
She looked like Aphrodite bound in the throes of passion.
Her skin dripped with perspiration, pimpled with tiny goose flesh as he ran the ice down the valley of her breasts.
She was blindfolded and tied to his bed, hands above her head, hips propped up on a pillow and legs spread wide and fastened down. A fantasy come true. Draco grinned, popping another piece of ice in his mouth and bending to feast on her rosy nipples, chuckling at her sharp gasp.
Gods, she was divine.
Using his mouth, tongue and lips, he swiped across one pebbled peak, swirling the ice teasingly, until she was moaning incoherently. His cock twitched. He loved hearing her make those guttural sounds that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul.
She’d been making them for him for nearly three years. He’d bumped into her at a New Magical Law and Policy convention. She was representing the Ministry of Magic and speaking against the existing oppressive pro-Pureblood laws, or some nonsense. He was there to make business contacts. He didn’t know how, but somehow they’d consumed a bottle of Ogden’s Finest Firewhiskey and had ended up back at his suite where they’d fucked all night.
Neither expected a one-night stand to turn into a relationship. However, Draco couldn’t have been more pleased. Who knew Hermione Granger was as perversely free and experimental as he, behind closed doors?
Not to mention that she was kind, loyal and loving – all the sappy bullshite that accompanied being in love. Yes, he loved her, though he wasn’t one to show emotions and tell her every day. Why should he? She knew how he felt. He wasn’t a bloody Gryffindor.
He was a prat. He knew it. She knew it, but still accepted him.
For some sick, twisted reason, they just fit. He told all his friends to fuck off if they didn’t like it and had expressly threatened his father with a turning over certain evidence to the Ministry, if he didn’t behave. His mother supported him, as expected. Of course, Hermione’s friends had been outraged, particularly her ex-boyfriend, the Weasel. Draco had laughed at their dramatic antics; especially at the stupid redhead who couldn’t think past the vanilla, missionary position that left the goddess on his bed wanting.
Needless to say, she no longer wanted for anything. She was his, period. His cock and imagination were a lethal combination.
A moan brought him back to the task at hand. Speaking of hands . . . he thrust three fingers into her already wet core. One. Two. Three. Then he pulled out and licked every bit of her creamy sweetness from his fingers.
He leaned over to mutter a wandless Accio, targeting a tall glass tumbler filled with the warm, amber liquid that first brought them together. He smiled as he dipped his throbbing erection into the glass.
“Open up, love.” Positioning himself over her, he closed his eyes as her lips and mouth closed over his dick. “Suck it.”
He knew she was uncomfortable in this position but at the moment he didn’t care. This was his game. He sighed at the breathy “mmm” vibrating over his hardness. She loved it.
He allowed her to devour him for a while before pulling away. “Enough!”
Re-shifting his body over her, he pried her lips open and dripped a few drops of liquid into her mouth using the tips of his fingers. She caught it greedily with her tongue. Slowly, he splashed some over her tits before lowering to suck and bite them. Lapping up every bit of the golden elixir, he left a wet trail down the expanse of her stomach, pausing only to dribble a tiny pool into her little belly button.
She arched and called out his name, her hips seeking some kind of friction to relieve the ache building in her lower body. He traveled down in lazy swirls, around her hips and to her inner thigh. He knew what she wanted.
Lifting his body, he let droplets of Ogden’s Finest drip into Hermione Granger’s finest. Then he lowered his head and began sipping and licking her sweet pussy, drinking in her juices mingled with Firewhiskey. His talented tongue twirled around her throbbing clit as she became wetter. He would pause every now and then to grab the glass from the mattress to pour more of the fiery alcohol onto her hot folds before going back to dreamily nip, suck and taste her.
He knew she was on the edge so he closed his lips around her clit and plunged three fingers inside of her. He curved his middle finger looking for her sweet spot. He feasted faster; humming, rubbing and pumping into her slickness. All the while she was grinding her hips, pressing her mound into his face; panting and repeating his name over and over again.
Merlin, he needed to marry this woman!
He continued to drink her in – wanting to get drunk from her very being.
Abruptly, she screamed, going rigid as she came long and hard. She quivered in tiny quakes and flushed a dusty rose as Draco pressed soft kisses on the inside of her thighs.
Holding the now empty glass, he crawled back up her sexy body and kissed her, letting her taste herself mixed with the bitter sweetness of the alcohol. He pulled away, and switched the glass in his hand for the half-full bottle. With one hand, he held it up to her pink lips and trickled more of its contents down her throat very carefully, before taking a long swig himself. His other hand fisted his painfully hard cock and positioned it at her entrance.
Inching into her, he took another drink from the bottle; relishing both the whiskey as well as how wet and tight she felt. She gasped and panted underneath him.
“Gods, Draco . . . fuck me . . .”
He grunted and tossed the bottle to the ground and yanked off her blindfold. “Gonna fuck you hard, love.”
He grabbed her hips with both hands and began pounding into her. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room along with pants, moans, growls and the occasional calling out of names.
After repositioning his thrusts, she was soon crying out a multitude of “yeses”, urging him on. He moved faster and harder, breaking out in a fine sheen of sweat. He felt her walls flutter, then clench around him as she came again. He continued to fuck her through her orgasm until he finally cried out harshly and released a stream of hot, sticky essence into her.
Collapsing atop her, he took a few moments to steady his breathing before sitting up and untying the beautiful woman beneath him. Tenderly, he rolled her off the pillows, tossing them to the floor, and tucked her exhausted and used body under his.
“We made such a mess.” Her voice was filled with mirth.
“Hold on.” He summoned his wand and cast several Scourgify Spells over the bed and their bodies. “Better?”
“Mmmm.” She closed her eyes and snuggled closer into him. “We should drink more often.”
Draco laughed, his eyes drooping shut. “I’ll drink to that, love.”
-fin-