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“Draco,” she whispered. “Don’t forget to—”
“I know,” he assured her. “Don’t worry, I'll pull out.”
Hermione didn’t like magical contraception, and he didn’t trust the muggle ones. They were yet to agree on a permanent solution, so he always pulled out. He was good at it. He had excellent self control.
But sometimes he wished he didn’t have to.
She was so warm. Her cunt was inexplicable. Unexplainable. There were no words in English, nor French, nor Latin that came close to describing how she felt around his cock. Warm and tight and inviting and welcoming, and wet— so wet—
His fingers closed around her hipbones, and he lifted her slightly. To give himself room to move faster. She moaned, spreading her legs wider. He guided them around his waist.
He loved how her thighs slapped against his torso. It wasn’t just the sound, it was the feeling. Pushing against something and having it rock back against him– one of the main reasons he preferred this over everything, even her mouth. He never had to worry about going too hard when she had her legs around his waist.
She could take it. She loved taking it.
He was thrusting fast now. His lips parted and breath fell quickly, but he wasn’t there yet. Not at the point where he had to pull out. He usually held off until she’d had a second one. He slammed himself into her harder. She cried out and writhed, her soft walls sucking him in deeper as she came hard on his cock. Her second.
Oh, yes.
A groan left his lips as he began fucking her harder. God, it felt so good. He hated that he’d have to eventually pull out of her. It always felt… he hated to say it, but ruined, somehow, to pull out and lose that warmth. To lose the tight squeeze and be hit instead with no pressure at all, with a side blast of cold air. He still always came, and it still felt great. Of course it did.
But he knew it would have nothing on coming inside her.
He’d never allowed himself to imagine what it would feel like. The hot, liquid velvet around his cock as his balls tightened against the curve of her arse. The fluttering, squeezing walls sucking every last bit of him dry while his hands remained on her body, and not on himself. How it would feel to have her squirm and writhe and moan as he filled her.
He groaned. He fucked her harder.
“Draco—”
“I know—” he grunted. His eyes stayed shut.
He was barely even close yet. Not nearly close enough to pull out. He’d been practising staying in a little longer each time. Letting himself get a little closer before pulling out. He was good at it. He was a master at it. He could enjoy it as long as he liked. He’d be able to pull out in time.
He could let himself get way closer than this.
She moaned, her head falling back into the pillow, curls splayed and breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts. Oh, she was a sight. He gave her a few hard thrusts to make them bounce harder. They did. And it also made her legs squeeze tighter around his waist.
He gripped her hips harder, slamming them into his own.
“Draco—” she gasped.
“I know!” he sobbed.
“No, Draco, that’s not–,” she whispered, “I mean I’m gonna— come again!”
A third. He smirked. Her brow furrowed and she arched off the bed, her weight held up by her arms as she gripped the sheets. Writhing. Squirming. Exactly the way he’d pictured her looking when he fucked her through his own orgasm.
He yearned to have her writhing like this as he came inside her. There was something so biological about it, about coming together and pinning her down with his body. And the squeeze— oh, the squeeze— it was as if she was begging him for it. Her body tight and needy and pleading to be softened, pleading to be filled and made liquid. Fucked until he couldn’t fuck her any more. Her orgasm tore through her body like shattering glass, forcing her legs into a tight squeeze around his middle, and he whimpered. He felt the squeeze all the way down his body. Waist to cock, she held him tightly.
He fucked her harder against the restraint of her legs.
He grunted through his teeth at not being able to pull back all the way. She was holding him inside her, giving her something to come around. Something to squeeze tight. Oh, God, it was bliss, being inside her as she came. And the thought of her holding him inside–
He groaned with ecstasy.
What would he do? If one day, she just decided to wrap her legs around him and hold him inside? To stop him from pulling out in time, forcing him to empty inside her? Forcing him to fill her, forcing him to fall victim to his own biology? What would he even do, other than groan and cry out and pretend it wasn’t exactly what he wanted?
His entire body pulsed with need.
Fucking Merlin, now he had a new kink.
To his great dismay, her orgasm ended, and instead of pulling him in tighter, her legs parted wide. Maybe from too much clitoral stimulation, maybe something else. He’d rather hoped she’d forget.
But as her legs fell wide, parted and inviting, it suddenly felt… different. Like this angle, this exact position allowed him deeper.
His body knew without asking to accept the invitation deeper inside her, so with a deep thrust, he filled it. Then another thrust. Hard and deep. Another. Another.
He shivered.
Oh, fuck, it felt so good .
His fingertips tightened on her hips, holding her steady as he fucked the deepest parts of her. The pleasure was insurmountable, taking his whole body for granted as his entire life force refocused into fucking her as hard as he possibly could. He was going to have to stop soon. He could already feel it building. But he just needed a little more.
He slammed himself into her, covering her body with his and giving her his whole weight as he focused on the depths of her perfect cunt. He didn’t even have to come, he could just fuck her like this forever and dance on the edge. He could get right up against the edge and still be able to pull out. He’d have time. He was good at it, he could hold it. Her legs were in the air, wide and spread open. Inviting him. His hands on her hips, holding her body in place as he fucked her harder than he’d ever fucked her before.
He was getting close.
He still had time. He’d done it before. Fucked her until he was close. He could do it. He thrust harder. Harder. Harder. Yes— harder. Harder. A bit more. Just a bit— just a bit–
He was getting close. He was probably going to have to p–
She whimpered.
“Oh-- Draco.”
A fourth? A fourth? A third happened sometimes, but a fourth? He inhaled sharply as she clamped down on him.
Oh, Gods, how she would moan on the day she agreed to let him come inside her. Married. Fucking like rabbits trying for children. She’d be begging for him to come inside her then. Thighs squeezing his waist, legs locked behind him, clawing into his lower back as she begged him to give her all of it. Begged him to fuck her tight, warm, squeezing pussy until she shattered around it and he coated her insides with cum. Then he’d fuck her again. And again. And again. Over and over and over, he’d come inside her.
She moaned,
“Yes.”
Her moan came from the depths of her throat, right where he breathed into her skin. A dark, low sound that vibrated through his entire body. In his throat. In his gut. Into the backs of his thighs as he slammed himself into her again and again. His mind went blank, following the sound with his mind, aching with pleasure as it exploded through his body.
Perfect. Perfect.
When they were married he’d never have to pull out again. She'd drip with him. He'd hear her beg. He'd wake up and fall asleep to the sound of her moan.
"Yes."
The feel of her dragging him deeper.
"Yes. Yes---"
One day. One day. He'd feel the tightening in his gut, his hips, the tops of his thighs. And he wouldn't have to pull out. He'd just have to let go.
He'd pass the point of no return, and he'd release. The tight explosion of held-back pressure.
The ecstasy. The bliss. The bliss, as the mind-bending pleasure overtook him and he filled her, flooded her with---
His eyes snapped open.
Oh.
Fuck.
Draco gasped, trying to pull out.
But it was too late.
The orgasm built and wrangled him tight, surging through his body and into the base of his cock before he could stop it. He tried to pull out, he really did, flexing his thighs and sending urgent demands to pull him backward. But the flexing of his thighs just pushed him deeper inside her. His body knew what it wanted.
His mouth fell open, and he choked a moan as his orgasm crested, exploding through his insides and out of his skin. The tight, wet heat did not let him go, it simply sucked him in deeper. He was coming, he could feel it, pumping pulse after pulse of come into her as his body moved of its own accord. He cried out again as her cunt began squeezing around him, thrown back into her own peak as if welcoming the gift he'd bestowed, and dragging it deeper. Sucking him deeper. Draining every drop of him and caressing him for more. Oh, fucking fuck, fuck, oh, fuck it was so good.
He could only hold her hips to his, hold her still; fingertips digging into her flesh; sheathed completely inside her as he came as deep as he could go.
He closed his eyes, passing in and out of consciousness at the intensity of the feeling. At the feeling of her fluttering walls coaxing every last drop from him. And he could feel it. He could feel the mix of the two of them, coated and slick with warmth, and it drew another pulse from deep inside him. So good. So, so good. It was everything he’d dreamed of. He groaned. He’d never been so sensitive.
Merlin, he’d never been so tired.
There was something primally satisfying about the idea he might’ve just accidentally gotten her preg–
His eyes snapped open.
He gasped, lifting his body off hers, and looked directly down at her.
Her eyes were as wide as his.
She inhaled sharply. “Did you just–”
“Oh my god, I’m– sorry– I– fuck,” he gasped. “I just– I couldn’t– I–”
“Draco, what the fuck!?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was thinking about it, and–”
“You were thinking about it?!” her face fell in horror.
“No, not–” he ran a hand through his hair. “Not thinking about doing it. I meant thinking about how good it would feel–”
“You came inside me!”
“I didn’t do it on purpose!”
He panicked, trying to explain, while being conscious of the fact that the second he pulled out, his cum was going to be leaking out of her. His cock twitched. She felt it. Her eyes flashed with rage.
He took a deep breath.
“I was thinking about how much I would like to. One day. And I started thinking about how you would look and sound while I… you know. And then you came, and it just– I just– my body just–”
Her jaw clenched. She shook a little. And she exhaled heavily.
“You were… fantasising about coming inside me?”
Draco sank his teeth into his lip.
He nodded.
Hermione’s breath caught. He watched goosebumps flush her skin. He swallowed hard.
“What about it?” she whispered. “What were you thinking about, specifically?”
Draco took a deep breath. He cleared his throat.
“About getting you pregnant.”
Her eyes went wide. Her mouth fell open.
She shuddered out a shaking moan.
And Draco realised he may have said precisely the right thing.
*
Seven hours of continuous, frantic, instinct-driven fucking later, he found himself standing, arms folded, in a muggle pharmacy, while Hermione spoke quietly to a woman behind the counter.
The woman handed her a small box. Hermione walked across the pharmacy to a different counter with a much younger woman at it. She swiped the plastic card linked to his muggle bank account (Draco still didn’t understand how it worked). The woman said nothing, but glanced quietly up at him. Even from behind, he could tell Hermione had gone very, very red.
Draco grinned mischievously. She grabbed his elbow, dragging him out of the pharmacy. She grumbled, handing him back his plastic card thing.
“So now what?” he asked.
“I take the pill, and I don’t get pregnant. Easy.”
Draco’s eyes widened. “That’s it? That’s all you have to do? No rituals, or spells, or…”
She nodded. His mouth fell open.
“Go get more!” he hissed.
She laughed loudly, drawing attention from those around them. “That’s not how it works. You can’t take them very often.”
“Damnit,” he frowned. He stepped in closer, pulling her into a hug. He spoke quietly into her ear. “They should use all that muggle science to invent a pill you can take beforehand.” He grinned mischievously, growling in her ear. “One you can take every single day.”
Hermione giggled in his arms, pulling back to look up at him.
“I thought you said you don’t trust muggle contraceptives.”
“Wait.” Draco paled. “That exists?”
She curled her arms around his neck. “You could come inside me every. single. Time.”
Hermione laughed loudly as he took her hand.
And marched straight back into the pharmacy.