Draco/Hermione (size kink, daddy kink)
He always took the time to get her ready for him, licking slow circles at her entrance until she was fighting to stay still, her hands obediently on the floor beside her, holding his gaze with a gradually-dropping jaw even though what she wanted was to fist a hand in his hair and hold his tongue against her clit.
He knew it, too. Smirked up at her from between her legs as he got her cunt supple and plush, so wet from his saliva and her arousal that she was glossy and throbbing.
It really wasn’t her fault when all that preparation worked against his objective, her walls quivery and sensitive, too ready for him, so that when he crawled up her body to position her how he liked – up on her elbows so she could watch, a leg over his shoulder so he could fill her fully – and notched his thick cock at her entrance, she squeezed tight.
His eyes flicked to hers instantly, heated but warning. “Don’t you dare, baby. If you start to come, then I really won’t fit.”
“I’m sorry–” She tried to breathe through it but it was so fucking good. She could feel the broad ridge right at her opening, snug in a way that was making her twitch uncontrollably around it, her cunt so desperate for him that she thought she might slip her control with the barest movement from him.
“Granger,” he growled. “Don’t be a bad girl. Let me in, baby. It’ll feel so much better if you can wait.”
“I know, I know,” she whimpered. And she did – coming on his cock was transcendent; as close to heaven as her soul would ever get.
“Look at me,” he demanded, voice low and firm.
She tried – really, she did – but her eyes wouldn’t open. She could feel her cunt grabbing for him, trying to lure him further in. He’d fit – she knew he would. And if he had to force her walls to take him…
The thought made her whine.
His hand was around her throat then, the warmth and pressure of it pulling her from her daze. She opened her eyes, finding his close and determined.
“Inhale,” he ordered, tone softer but just as commanding. “And then fucking hold it.”
She knew he didn’t mean her breath.
She nodded, chest full and cunt fuller. He grunted a noise of approval as her nostrils flared on a deep inhale, his hand flexing around her throat to squeeze just enough to send a surge of adrenaline through her, the spark of panic distracting enough that he was able to shift his hips without the friction toppling her into orgasm.
He held her eye as he pulled his hips back until his cock just barely breached her, then hummed his approval at the easy way she let him back in.
“That’s it,” he murmured, pushing further until she was letting out her breath in a soft, keening gasp, his cock stretching her to capacity. “See how good it feels when you listen?”
“Yes Daddy,” she breathed.
Her eyes rolled shut as he put his weight behind his hips, sliding in to the hilt with a single, powerful thrust. She was glad for the deep breath he’d had her take because breathing was suddenly impossible. Anything beyond shaking or coming was impossible.
But she was his good girl, and so she held it.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I want to make you wait until you cry. The squeeze of you, baby – fucking unreal. You love this cock, don’t you?”
She could only whimper and jerk her chin, his hand in the way of a proper, fervent nod.
He made her wait only as long as it took to lower his mouth to hers, tongue darting out to lick across the tip of hers just visible inside her mouth, jaw lax as she panted, filling her burning lungs with his breath and his rumbling sound of pleasure.
“Show me. Show me how much this cunt loves Daddy’s big cock.”
Letting go was as easy as falling, and if she hadn’t already been on her back, her leg hooked safely over his shoulder and his hand securely around her throat, she really would have. Her orgasm was fast and hard, a relief but not the end.
Because as soon as her cunt relaxed around him, the drag of his cock slick and easy, he finally began.