Fic: Assertiveness Pays- (DM/HG) - NC-17
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hpkinkfestTitle: Assertiveness Pays
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Prompt Number: #423 submitted byeevilalice
Kink Showcased: hair-pulling
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Hermione/Draco
Summary: A chance meeting, some spilled tea, and a mutual attraction.
Warnings: hair-pulling, dirty talk, mild power play?
Word Count: ~2500
Author's Notes: Ack, sorry this is so late! And not brit-picked. I hope you enjoy, but if you have concrit I will be thrilled too! And I hope my tagging is sufficient.
MODS: I need a hair-pulling kink tag?
Hermione had always thought it was a shame that Draco was good looking, being such a prick and all.
So it came as a surprise to her when they ran into each other years later, at a cafe and it turned out that he may not be a such prick after all.
They did run into each other, quite literally. And where Hogwarts-era Draco would have snarled "Watch it, mudblood," this Draco actually apologized. Apologized sincerely, even offered to get her a cup of tea to replace the one he'd knocked out of her hands.
And Hermione found herself saying yes, because not only was she looking forward to that tea, she was intrigued by this new Draco. And she had to admit, he had grown even easier on the eyes. His pale blond hair now fell neatly to his shoulders. One would think he looked like Lucius with his hair like that, but the eyes were warm. He didn't look quite so haggard either.
They sit and catch up on what has changed. Hermione finds out he's moved out of the Malfoy manor, gotten himself a little flat. He's just started working down the road and with a sheepish but strangely endearing grin, he jokes that there must be something in the coffee they have here, because once he tried it he had to keep coming back.
Hermione never really got into drinking coffee, her parents being dentists and all. She knew tea wasn't great for the teeth either, but she made sure to keep a toothbrush in her desk at work to brush them afterward. Malfoy laughed, and said that it was too bad that her parent's weren't hairdressers, because maybe then she would have figured out how to tame her bushy hair.
This earns a scowl from Hermione, but she also notes that there is no malice in his words. It's simply banter. She returns that clearly his parents weren't hairdressers either, with his hair having gotten so long like that. He brushes it off his shoulders, and smirks, telling her she's just jealous of his smooth luscious locks.
She can't help but smile at that, and their conversation continues. She's still intrigued by him, even after they've talked for a while. She suggests they make plans to meet up sometime next week, and Draco accepts.
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Their cafe meetings turn into a weekly thing, and it starts to become clear that even all those years of animosity didn't manage to stamp out the chemistry that is surfacing.
So it was inevitable, after much unsubtle flirting, that Hermione decides she needs to concoct a plan. She knows Draco still has that hint of pride, thinks it might be better if she makes him think it was his idea to ask her out. She's used to getting what she wants, but he did seem taken aback when she was the one who initiated the cafe meetings.
She calls him up, says that she would like to go to a new little grill that just opened up. She plans to say that she heard they had great burgers and even better fried chicken. Hermione had laughed when Draco had confessed what he considered an undignified love for fried chicken. He hadn't be raised to have greasy finger foods. Hermione figured that's why he liked them. She was going to frame her invitation it as her offering information and accompaniment.
Hermione had to admit that part of a reason for such thorough planning is that she still had a little doubt that he was interested. Perhaps he was just a flirt by nature. It didn't seem too far fetched.
But when she did call, he enthusiastically accepted her invitation. She didn't even have to use any of her lines.
When they met up, Hermione was pleased to find that it wasn't awkward to eat dinner together. Even though it looked like a date, maybe it was a date. And truly, Hermione wouldn't mind if it was a date. Their weekly coffee meetings turned into dinner dates and when Draco asked her to come to his place, see a movie, she was quite thrilled. Her plan was working.
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They settled in on the couch, and frustratingly, Draco sat at the far end. Hermione once again started to wonder if she was reading it all wrong, and about halfway through the movie, decided to give up on her carefully concocted plan. "If Draco is interested," she thought, "he sure isn't making the moves."
She turns to face him, and he's already looking at her. "Look, Draco. Correct me if I've gotten the wrong idea, but from what I understand, guys don't usually invite girls over to watch movies in their flat to sit on the other side of the couch and most decidedly not touch them in any way. I was thinking that you wanted me to come over and maybe we'd snog or something."
Draco's eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to reply. But Hermione, falling back into her bossy tendencies, continues on. "I mean, seriously? I was trying to play my assertiveness down a little because I know I can be annoyingly assertive sometimes, and I enjoyed spending time with you, and I would like to spend some other sort of time with you. Are you interested?"
Draco smirks as he replies. "I was waiting to see if you would act like yourself again. I figured that if you were interested you'd be sure to let me know. You don't exactly have a reputation for being demure and timid, Hermione. Truth be told, I was waiting for you to make a move."
Hermione could have slapped herself now for the time spent planning. She could have just done things as she always had, and it would have worked? Damn. But what Draco said has set her resolve. "Well then. I'm making a move now."
She moves closer to him on the couch, within reach to kiss him. He's still just looking at her. Hermione finally closes the gap, and presses her lips against his. It's electric, and she's wanted this for long enough, and doesn't hold back. Draco responds enthusiastically, pulling her closer, until she slides onto his lap.
He pulls back to kiss her neck, so gently that Hermione has to tell him "Draco, you don't have to treat me like I'm fragile." To illustrate her point, she kisses him again, hard, and nips at his bottom lip, smirks, bites gently where his neck meets his shoulder. His sharp exhalation spurs her on further, and she nips and licks and sucks at his neck until it turns a pretty shade of red. It will probably leave a mark on Draco's pale skin. She whispers in his ear "I hope you have a turtleneck to tomorrow. You'll need it after I'm done with you."
Draco's a bit stunned by how quickly Hermione has transformed, how her assertiveness is steadily turning him on. And he can't really get his brain to catch up with it. Hermione notices, pauses. "Look, Draco, is this all moving too fast? Please just let me know if you want to stop."
The pause gives Draco just enough time to catch up, and he stammers "Oh, no, I'm, it's just, this, is unexpected. I'm not used to women being assertive like this and I'm...I'm enjoying it more than I thought I would. Normally, women expect me to be in control and direct everything, and I'm just used to that. But please, continue." Draco meets Hermione's eyes, and the look in them makes him shiver. It's obvious Hermione likes what she's heard from him.
"Not used to having the woman be in control? Well, this should be fun." Hermione puts her mouth back to his neck, and reaches down to start undoing Draco's jeans. And Draco can't help but moan. Just after she unzips his fly, as he's holding his breath expecting her to finally touch him, she pulls back and still has that unfairly sexy smirk on her face.
In response to the question she knows is coming, Hermione purrs "I'm feeling a little neglected, I can't have you have all the fun." Draco blushes a little, but he doesn't have much time for embarrassment as she quickly strips off her shirt, and the bra follows right after. She quickly pulls her hair back, and as she does, Draco mouths at her neck, gently again, and one hands moves to cup her breast. Remembering her earlier statement, he bites down a little, pinches her nipple lightly. He's rewarded with a little jerk and a moan, and that's all the encouragement he needs to stop worrying about being gentle.
His hands move down to her hips, and he grinds up against her. He's mouthing her breasts, flicking his tongue against her nipple, and even dares to nip gently. The sounds she's making are making him harder and harder, and she has to be able to feel how hard he is by now. Why isn't she touching him?
Hermione has been running her hands along his arms, holding onto his shoulders, but as his hair brushes her hands, she tangles her hand in it, and tugs. Instead of a jolt of pain, Draco feels a jolt of pleasure, and can't stifle the moan. Hermione notices, of course she notices, and tugs again. She feels his cock jump a little, and almost laughs. Hermione likes being in control, it makes her a little giddy and this is more than she could have hoped for.
The hand not in Draco's hair finally dips into his jeans, pulls out his cock. She strokes him slowly at first, kissing him, and just pulling the slightest bit on his hair. Looking right in his eyes, she asks "Do you know how hot you look when I pull your hair? Your head falls back a little, you moan, your hips jump. Trying to get me to touch you more, harder, anything. I want to hear every little sound you make, because every sound you make gets me wetter."
She's continues stroking him, he's rock hard and his moans are interspersed with whines. Hermione hasn't had this in far too long, and she's dripping wet now. She wonders if he'll beg.
"Draco, I want you to fuck me." A moan. "But I want you to beg." Her hand tightens in his hair, and he exhales sharply. "Will you beg for me?" She licks his neck, and strokes him faster
In any other situation, Draco wouldn't have begged. Malfoy's don't beg. But what the fuck is he supposed to do with Hermione's hand in his hair, pulling in such a torturously arousing way? With her saying such filthy things, telling him to beg to fuck her? With her hand pulling at his cock? He's so hard and can't think much past "please, more, touch me, don't stop." Any man would have begged her.
Draco pants, "Please, Hermione, I want to be inside you. I can't take this teasing and I'll make you feel so good, please, don't stop touching me. Please, please, let me fuck you. Just, don't stop."
She stops stroking him. By the time gasps in protest, she's already most of the way out of her jeans, and he quickly strips off his shirt. He goes to stand up, remove his jeans, but she's already pushing him back to the couch and going to straddle him. "I don't want to wait."
Hermione positions his cock and slowly lowers herself onto it. Her head falls back a little and her eyes close in pleasure. Draco moans at the sight. Hermione begins to move and Draco is lost in the sensations again, as she pulls his hair again, he snaps back into a sharper focus. He starts moving in tandem with her, and Hermione starts letting out these delicious breathy moans and Draco keeps moving faster as Hermione's grip on his hair tightens.
"Hermione, bend over the arm of the sofa, I said I'd fuck you good, please."
They rearrange, and Draco slides back into Hermione's wet cunt. Almost immediately, Hermione reaches back to grab his hair. "Good, I can still reach this way. I can tell you love me pulling your hair, your responses are so fucking hot that I can't think straight. Come on Draco, make me come."
Draco shivers at her words. He knows he can't take this all much longer, the sting in his scalp blending with the pleasure from her cunt and it's all turning into a blinding pleasure. He speeds up, thrusts harder, and slides his hand down to play with her clit. Hermione nearly shrieks, and her arms buckle a little. Draco wants to hear her make that sound again and again, and through great force of will, slows down. Hermione's shaking a little, and he's still playing with her clit.
He starts moving again, a few strong thrusts, each punctuated with a particularly strong swirl around her clit and each thrust elicits a louder moan and he speeds up his thrusting and Hermione is panting but manages to choke out "Don't come, tell me when you're close."
Draco's been close for so long. "Close, been close."
"Stop. I want your mouth on me." Draco pulls out and Hermione slouches down on the sofa. "I bet you know how to work your mouth. Don't touch yourself until I say so though."
Draco's on his knees in front of her as soon as he can manage it, and licks firmly at her clit, slides two fingers inside of her and she's making those sounds again, and fuck, her hands are in his damn hair again and he's just as hard as when he was fucking her. She keeps tugging at his hair and his motions become more frantic. She's tensing, gasping, "Fuck, fuck, I'm so close". Draco keeps moving, licking, fucking her with his fingers. She's panting, "Fuck, Draco, touch yourself, I want you to come on your knees in front of me, me pulling your hair. But don't stop, don't fucking stop. "
All Draco can do is frantically pull at his cock, and it doesn't take him long, he's been so close so long and it's so hard for him to keep licking at her but he feels her cunt tighten around his fingers and her hands tug sharply on his hair and he's coming so hard his vision blurs a little.
They're both panting and Hermione pulls him up beside her on the couch, and they relax, sweaty and satiated. She starts to untangle some knots in his hair gently. She pauses, and grins, "Well, I must say after this, I'm certainly glad you grew your hair out." They both chuckle.
As they lie there, Hermione decides that her earlier plans of how to get Draco without being her assertive self were completely moronic, and they probably delayed this awesome sex. Nope, Hermione is going to be assertive from now on. And Draco won't complain.
Author:
venominredPrompt Number: #423 submitted by
eevilaliceKink Showcased: hair-pulling
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Hermione/Draco
Summary: A chance meeting, some spilled tea, and a mutual attraction.
Warnings: hair-pulling, dirty talk, mild power play?
Word Count: ~2500
Author's Notes: Ack, sorry this is so late! And not brit-picked. I hope you enjoy, but if you have concrit I will be thrilled too! And I hope my tagging is sufficient.
MODS: I need a hair-pulling kink tag?
Hermione had always thought it was a shame that Draco was good looking, being such a prick and all.
So it came as a surprise to her when they ran into each other years later, at a cafe and it turned out that he may not be a such prick after all.
They did run into each other, quite literally. And where Hogwarts-era Draco would have snarled "Watch it, mudblood," this Draco actually apologized. Apologized sincerely, even offered to get her a cup of tea to replace the one he'd knocked out of her hands.
And Hermione found herself saying yes, because not only was she looking forward to that tea, she was intrigued by this new Draco. And she had to admit, he had grown even easier on the eyes. His pale blond hair now fell neatly to his shoulders. One would think he looked like Lucius with his hair like that, but the eyes were warm. He didn't look quite so haggard either.
They sit and catch up on what has changed. Hermione finds out he's moved out of the Malfoy manor, gotten himself a little flat. He's just started working down the road and with a sheepish but strangely endearing grin, he jokes that there must be something in the coffee they have here, because once he tried it he had to keep coming back.
Hermione never really got into drinking coffee, her parents being dentists and all. She knew tea wasn't great for the teeth either, but she made sure to keep a toothbrush in her desk at work to brush them afterward. Malfoy laughed, and said that it was too bad that her parent's weren't hairdressers, because maybe then she would have figured out how to tame her bushy hair.
This earns a scowl from Hermione, but she also notes that there is no malice in his words. It's simply banter. She returns that clearly his parents weren't hairdressers either, with his hair having gotten so long like that. He brushes it off his shoulders, and smirks, telling her she's just jealous of his smooth luscious locks.
She can't help but smile at that, and their conversation continues. She's still intrigued by him, even after they've talked for a while. She suggests they make plans to meet up sometime next week, and Draco accepts.
---
Their cafe meetings turn into a weekly thing, and it starts to become clear that even all those years of animosity didn't manage to stamp out the chemistry that is surfacing.
So it was inevitable, after much unsubtle flirting, that Hermione decides she needs to concoct a plan. She knows Draco still has that hint of pride, thinks it might be better if she makes him think it was his idea to ask her out. She's used to getting what she wants, but he did seem taken aback when she was the one who initiated the cafe meetings.
She calls him up, says that she would like to go to a new little grill that just opened up. She plans to say that she heard they had great burgers and even better fried chicken. Hermione had laughed when Draco had confessed what he considered an undignified love for fried chicken. He hadn't be raised to have greasy finger foods. Hermione figured that's why he liked them. She was going to frame her invitation it as her offering information and accompaniment.
Hermione had to admit that part of a reason for such thorough planning is that she still had a little doubt that he was interested. Perhaps he was just a flirt by nature. It didn't seem too far fetched.
But when she did call, he enthusiastically accepted her invitation. She didn't even have to use any of her lines.
When they met up, Hermione was pleased to find that it wasn't awkward to eat dinner together. Even though it looked like a date, maybe it was a date. And truly, Hermione wouldn't mind if it was a date. Their weekly coffee meetings turned into dinner dates and when Draco asked her to come to his place, see a movie, she was quite thrilled. Her plan was working.
---
They settled in on the couch, and frustratingly, Draco sat at the far end. Hermione once again started to wonder if she was reading it all wrong, and about halfway through the movie, decided to give up on her carefully concocted plan. "If Draco is interested," she thought, "he sure isn't making the moves."
She turns to face him, and he's already looking at her. "Look, Draco. Correct me if I've gotten the wrong idea, but from what I understand, guys don't usually invite girls over to watch movies in their flat to sit on the other side of the couch and most decidedly not touch them in any way. I was thinking that you wanted me to come over and maybe we'd snog or something."
Draco's eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to reply. But Hermione, falling back into her bossy tendencies, continues on. "I mean, seriously? I was trying to play my assertiveness down a little because I know I can be annoyingly assertive sometimes, and I enjoyed spending time with you, and I would like to spend some other sort of time with you. Are you interested?"
Draco smirks as he replies. "I was waiting to see if you would act like yourself again. I figured that if you were interested you'd be sure to let me know. You don't exactly have a reputation for being demure and timid, Hermione. Truth be told, I was waiting for you to make a move."
Hermione could have slapped herself now for the time spent planning. She could have just done things as she always had, and it would have worked? Damn. But what Draco said has set her resolve. "Well then. I'm making a move now."
She moves closer to him on the couch, within reach to kiss him. He's still just looking at her. Hermione finally closes the gap, and presses her lips against his. It's electric, and she's wanted this for long enough, and doesn't hold back. Draco responds enthusiastically, pulling her closer, until she slides onto his lap.
He pulls back to kiss her neck, so gently that Hermione has to tell him "Draco, you don't have to treat me like I'm fragile." To illustrate her point, she kisses him again, hard, and nips at his bottom lip, smirks, bites gently where his neck meets his shoulder. His sharp exhalation spurs her on further, and she nips and licks and sucks at his neck until it turns a pretty shade of red. It will probably leave a mark on Draco's pale skin. She whispers in his ear "I hope you have a turtleneck to tomorrow. You'll need it after I'm done with you."
Draco's a bit stunned by how quickly Hermione has transformed, how her assertiveness is steadily turning him on. And he can't really get his brain to catch up with it. Hermione notices, pauses. "Look, Draco, is this all moving too fast? Please just let me know if you want to stop."
The pause gives Draco just enough time to catch up, and he stammers "Oh, no, I'm, it's just, this, is unexpected. I'm not used to women being assertive like this and I'm...I'm enjoying it more than I thought I would. Normally, women expect me to be in control and direct everything, and I'm just used to that. But please, continue." Draco meets Hermione's eyes, and the look in them makes him shiver. It's obvious Hermione likes what she's heard from him.
"Not used to having the woman be in control? Well, this should be fun." Hermione puts her mouth back to his neck, and reaches down to start undoing Draco's jeans. And Draco can't help but moan. Just after she unzips his fly, as he's holding his breath expecting her to finally touch him, she pulls back and still has that unfairly sexy smirk on her face.
In response to the question she knows is coming, Hermione purrs "I'm feeling a little neglected, I can't have you have all the fun." Draco blushes a little, but he doesn't have much time for embarrassment as she quickly strips off her shirt, and the bra follows right after. She quickly pulls her hair back, and as she does, Draco mouths at her neck, gently again, and one hands moves to cup her breast. Remembering her earlier statement, he bites down a little, pinches her nipple lightly. He's rewarded with a little jerk and a moan, and that's all the encouragement he needs to stop worrying about being gentle.
His hands move down to her hips, and he grinds up against her. He's mouthing her breasts, flicking his tongue against her nipple, and even dares to nip gently. The sounds she's making are making him harder and harder, and she has to be able to feel how hard he is by now. Why isn't she touching him?
Hermione has been running her hands along his arms, holding onto his shoulders, but as his hair brushes her hands, she tangles her hand in it, and tugs. Instead of a jolt of pain, Draco feels a jolt of pleasure, and can't stifle the moan. Hermione notices, of course she notices, and tugs again. She feels his cock jump a little, and almost laughs. Hermione likes being in control, it makes her a little giddy and this is more than she could have hoped for.
The hand not in Draco's hair finally dips into his jeans, pulls out his cock. She strokes him slowly at first, kissing him, and just pulling the slightest bit on his hair. Looking right in his eyes, she asks "Do you know how hot you look when I pull your hair? Your head falls back a little, you moan, your hips jump. Trying to get me to touch you more, harder, anything. I want to hear every little sound you make, because every sound you make gets me wetter."
She's continues stroking him, he's rock hard and his moans are interspersed with whines. Hermione hasn't had this in far too long, and she's dripping wet now. She wonders if he'll beg.
"Draco, I want you to fuck me." A moan. "But I want you to beg." Her hand tightens in his hair, and he exhales sharply. "Will you beg for me?" She licks his neck, and strokes him faster
In any other situation, Draco wouldn't have begged. Malfoy's don't beg. But what the fuck is he supposed to do with Hermione's hand in his hair, pulling in such a torturously arousing way? With her saying such filthy things, telling him to beg to fuck her? With her hand pulling at his cock? He's so hard and can't think much past "please, more, touch me, don't stop." Any man would have begged her.
Draco pants, "Please, Hermione, I want to be inside you. I can't take this teasing and I'll make you feel so good, please, don't stop touching me. Please, please, let me fuck you. Just, don't stop."
She stops stroking him. By the time gasps in protest, she's already most of the way out of her jeans, and he quickly strips off his shirt. He goes to stand up, remove his jeans, but she's already pushing him back to the couch and going to straddle him. "I don't want to wait."
Hermione positions his cock and slowly lowers herself onto it. Her head falls back a little and her eyes close in pleasure. Draco moans at the sight. Hermione begins to move and Draco is lost in the sensations again, as she pulls his hair again, he snaps back into a sharper focus. He starts moving in tandem with her, and Hermione starts letting out these delicious breathy moans and Draco keeps moving faster as Hermione's grip on his hair tightens.
"Hermione, bend over the arm of the sofa, I said I'd fuck you good, please."
They rearrange, and Draco slides back into Hermione's wet cunt. Almost immediately, Hermione reaches back to grab his hair. "Good, I can still reach this way. I can tell you love me pulling your hair, your responses are so fucking hot that I can't think straight. Come on Draco, make me come."
Draco shivers at her words. He knows he can't take this all much longer, the sting in his scalp blending with the pleasure from her cunt and it's all turning into a blinding pleasure. He speeds up, thrusts harder, and slides his hand down to play with her clit. Hermione nearly shrieks, and her arms buckle a little. Draco wants to hear her make that sound again and again, and through great force of will, slows down. Hermione's shaking a little, and he's still playing with her clit.
He starts moving again, a few strong thrusts, each punctuated with a particularly strong swirl around her clit and each thrust elicits a louder moan and he speeds up his thrusting and Hermione is panting but manages to choke out "Don't come, tell me when you're close."
Draco's been close for so long. "Close, been close."
"Stop. I want your mouth on me." Draco pulls out and Hermione slouches down on the sofa. "I bet you know how to work your mouth. Don't touch yourself until I say so though."
Draco's on his knees in front of her as soon as he can manage it, and licks firmly at her clit, slides two fingers inside of her and she's making those sounds again, and fuck, her hands are in his damn hair again and he's just as hard as when he was fucking her. She keeps tugging at his hair and his motions become more frantic. She's tensing, gasping, "Fuck, fuck, I'm so close". Draco keeps moving, licking, fucking her with his fingers. She's panting, "Fuck, Draco, touch yourself, I want you to come on your knees in front of me, me pulling your hair. But don't stop, don't fucking stop. "
All Draco can do is frantically pull at his cock, and it doesn't take him long, he's been so close so long and it's so hard for him to keep licking at her but he feels her cunt tighten around his fingers and her hands tug sharply on his hair and he's coming so hard his vision blurs a little.
They're both panting and Hermione pulls him up beside her on the couch, and they relax, sweaty and satiated. She starts to untangle some knots in his hair gently. She pauses, and grins, "Well, I must say after this, I'm certainly glad you grew your hair out." They both chuckle.
As they lie there, Hermione decides that her earlier plans of how to get Draco without being her assertive self were completely moronic, and they probably delayed this awesome sex. Nope, Hermione is going to be assertive from now on. And Draco won't complain.
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Date: 2011-03-01 05:06 am (UTC)As for concrit, there are some typos and verb tense shifts, and maybe actual dialogue instead of descriptions of what they say would have helped in the beginning. I also think this scene would be great in a larger story, just to sell the characterizations a bit more.
But man, I could not have asked for a hotter rendition of this kink! Thanks!
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Date: 2011-03-01 08:36 pm (UTC)I had initially had dialogue in the first part...but it was incredibly wooden and it was mostly me trying to go "hey, I'd like a premise for how this happened, even though it's a kink-fest.". And yeah, I've always been prone to tense issues, and I've been trying to work that out. Thanks for taking the time to point things out! (I'm gonna go look for typos now too though, I thought I got everything.)
But yes, this was fun to write and I am glad you enjoyed!
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