Cravings • Wizarding World Smut Oneshot Collection

His longing for my husband | HG+MR+DM

Warnings: Bisexual Draco+Mattheo, begging, facefucking, oral (receiving & giving), praise kink, riding, mindreading, creampie, threesome,

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The first time Hermione had noticed, that Mattheo was looking at Draco differently than it had been for years, was at a garden party at Mattheo's house.

Hermione and Draco were standing under one of the large white parasols, which were set up in the garden. She was just sipping from Draco's wineglass, when she looked over his shoulder and caught Mattheo red-handed.

He was standing directly across from them, leaning against the wall of his house, smoking. His eyes gave way to his thoughts. If Draco had turned around at that moment and looked him in the eye - only Merlin knew, what he would have found there.

But Hermione saw the look, and while she couldn't read his mind like Draco could, she saw the lust that flashed in his very eyes, as Draco turned and placed his glass on the table next to them. Mattheo eyed Draco so tensely, that he didn't even realize, that Pansy had come up to him and started talking to him.

When Pansy tapped him on the shoulder for not responding, Mattheo looked away from Draco and accidentally looked straight into Hermione's eyes. He realized she knew it. She stared back and couldn't help but smile, knowing, that Draco had always thought, Mattheo was attractive, but neither of the boys wanted to admit that there were other things, than just 'normal' monogamous relationships with one man and one woman.

Draco was just talking about his work, and some paperwork he was supposed to have done in four days, when Hermione saw Mattheo walking over to them. His steps were slow and his eyes almost pierced Draco's back. Hermione tried with all her strength, to keep her thoughts to herself, wanting to see how the evening would turn out.

Mattheo greeted Draco by placing his hand on his shoulder and patting it gently. He was laughing and making a joke about Thestrals. To anyone else it would have seemed innocent, but Hermione saw him bite his lip and his hand trailing down Draco's chest, as he lifted it from his shoulder.

Her eyes wandered to her glass, which she had now picked up from the table, and she studied the red texture of the wine, shimmering in the dusk light. She listened to Draco and Mattheo innocently, but an idea had already formed in her mind.

She wanted them both. She wanted to feel them, to fuck them, to own them. She wanted to hear Draco's name out of Mattheo's mouth, and she wanted to see Draco indulge in a fantasy, he'd never had the opportunity to live out before.
She just didn't know how she could make it possible.

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It was already evening, when Mattheo said goodbye to the last guests - the last ones except for Hermione and Draco.

Mattheo was just closing the front door with a slight movement of his hand, when he noticed Hermione shamelessly lasciviously taking a seat on his large, black leather couch. Draco couldn't take his eyes off of her, as she sat there in her dark green dress, that was pulled up to her thighs. She had crossed her legs slightly and stood on tiptoe with her foot planted on the floor.

Her other foot tapped to the beat of the soft music, coming from the radio that was placed on the antique wooden table, just by the door to Mattheo's bedroom. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth slightly open, and a soft sigh came out of her mouth at that moment.