Your imprint,
Your marks,
Your impact,
All on me to savour.
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So much tension between two girls, so much things to unfold between them, so much to explore within them.
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Mature Content ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
"Hermione.." groaned out (Y/N) as her goosebumps rose. She just finished packing her suitcase to go back to school in a few hours, and the Gryffindor welcomed herself in her room to apparently give her a goodbye. She thought she was gonna recieve a mere wave or perhaps a hug, but instead she found herself lying on her bed, the Gryffindor playing with her for nearly half an hour now.
Everytime she reached her high, Hermione would retract her hand from her dick and, letting go of all the stimulation that she was giving the girl under her. (Y/N) felt her frustration and desperation rise when the latter's hand made it's way around her dick again. Hermione was watching the groaning girl, her eyes dark with lust.
"You want to cum, don't you?" Hermione questioned, rubbing her thumb around the swollen tip. The latter gave an immediate nod. "Too bad, baby. You probably have alot of girlfriends at your new school. Maybe they can make you cum instead, huh?" she cooed out.
(Y/N) let out a low hiss through her gritted teeth. She was always the dominant one, and she knew she could easily change the roles, but the Gryffindor looked like she was in her control-freak mode, one that you really shouldn't mess with.
"I want you, Granger." the Slytherin had managed to muster through her grumbles, her tone coming out pleading-like as she thrusted her hips to meet the latter's strokes, desperate for some friction.
Hermione had to nibble on her bottom lip to keep her hard exterior, a dominating (Y/N) turned her on, but a desperate and pleading one? Hell, if this was a competition of who was more turned on and closer to their high, Hermione would win by a mile.
"Mm," hummed Hermione sweetly, satisfied with the latter's answer. So she resumed stroking the girl under her, the low moans soon rang once more. She kept her eyes glued at the Slytherin. Her hair disheveled since she had tangled her fingers in them when they made out earlier, her lips pink from how much she bit down on it, her eyes hooded and dark, her oversized white t-shit clinging slightly on her body. The Slytherin looked so wrecked, and this turned on Hermione more than anything, she could feel her wetness slip at the sight.
"I'm close-" (Y/N) panted. She thought that she was about to finally get her release after giving the answer that the Gryffindor wanted, but she jinxed it. Hermione was still a bitch, and she quickly retracted her hand and got off the bed. The Slytherin basically jolted up, bewildered and frustrated, but her frustration quickly subside as she watched the Gryffindor discard all of her clothing, her full bare body in display as she made her way back onto the bed.
"I wonder how your fanclub would react if they saw how pathetic you're being just for me." taunted Hermione as she got on top of the latter's lap.
"Only for you." mumbled (Y/N) with hooded eyes, throwing away every last ounce of dignity that she had left.
"Only for me." repeated Hermione affirmatively. She placed her hands on the latter's chest, pushing her down till her back rested against the mattress. "Tonight's about me, baby." she demanded, settling herself on top of the Slytherin's face, her thighs on each side.
(Y/N)'s face brightened up when she saw how wet the Gryffindor was just from watching her. Hermione's hands flew to the headboard, gripping it to keep herself steady as she felt the pool in her stomach grow hotter. The Slytherin grasped the sides of her hips, pulling her down.
Hermione shuddered, trying to stop herself from letting out a loud moan when she felt the Slytherin's tongue slide across her slit. Because as much as she wanted to be in control and have (Y/N) begging for her, her body was still a whore for the latter's touch.
"H-Hmph!" whimpered Hermione as her eyes shut close at the feeling of fingers entering in her, her arms shook slightly against the headboard, so she directed her hands down onto the girl under her, burying her fingers in her hair and grasping it harshly as she began to grind her hips. "Fuck, (Y/N). Just like that, baby." she encouraged, feeling her high already.
Hermione could only moan our incoherent words as she rocked her hips back and forth. And a moment later, she's cumming on the latter's face, her back arching and her thighs trembling as she let out a moan of (Y/N)'s name along with a string of curse words. Her hips shuddered as she got of the girl, her face contorting in slight pain as she felt her thigh cramp, her chest heaving up and down as her eyes saw stars.
Her now lazy eyes averted to the Slytherin who sat up and rested her back against the headboard, her hair disheveled and messy but it suited her, her eyes looking at Hermione with a hint of adoration. A gaze that made the Gryffindor flustered in a way no hands can.
Hermione felt shy, this look made her more flustered than when she literally came on the latter's face.
"I'll miss you." spoke (Y/N) in a straight-forward manner.
How could you say things like this with such ease? Are they meant to mean something?
The Gryffindor merely rolled her eyes and crawled her way over to the latter, settling herself on her lap.
"I want you to kiss me." replied Hermione calmly as she brought her arms around the Slytherin's neck. The latter obeyed and pressed her lips lightly against hers.
I want you to kiss me.
Not the type of kiss you share when you're both desperate for touch, and will have no memory or thought of it shortly after.
But the type of kiss were you'll remember every single detail of it for the rest of your life. I want you to kiss me slowly, as if nothing else matters to you, as if you have nothing to rush for.
I want you to slide your fingers in my hair, and pull me in by my neck. I want you to run your fingertips up my back, sending shivers throughout my entire body.
I want you to want me, as if you've never wanted anything more. As if this kiss is what would keep you alive. That breath of air we would share, I want you to treasure it as if it's the last gasp of air you'll have.
Look at me the way I look at you. Hold me like the world is my enemy and you're my only hero. Kiss me like my lips are your medicine, and my breath, your purpose. Love me, like it's a sin not to.
With all the remaining self-control Hermione had, she kept her thoughts to herself.
