Harry Potter / Daphne Greengrass won the poll! I have already started writing the first chapter and hope to have it out by Monday!
Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+.
THWACK.
Harry's cock connected with Hermione's cheek with a sound that echoed off the walls of his bedroom, the thick, heavy length of it slapping against her face with enough force to leave a faint red mark on her pale skin.
Hermione gasped, her brown eyes going wide with indignation, her mouth opening to deliver what was surely going to be a scathing rebuke about the impropriety of the entire situation. "That is completely—"
THWACK.
He did it again before she could finish, the opposite cheek this time, his fat cock leaving a smear of pre-cum across her flushed skin. Her words died in her throat, replaced by a strangled sound that wasn't quite outrage, her thighs pressing together beneath her as if she could somehow hide the effect it was having on her.
"Going to complain some more?" Harry asked casually, one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. "Because I've got all night."
Beside Hermione, Ginny let out a delighted laugh. She was kneeling on the carpet next to her friend, practically vibrating with excitement, her red hair tumbling over her bare shoulders in waves, a grin on her face that said she was having the time of her life.
Unlike Hermione, who was still fully clothed in her sensible jumper and jeans, Ginny had stripped down to just her bra and panties the moment they had walked through the door, as if she had been waiting for this moment her entire life. Which, to be fair, she probably had been.
And what a sight she was. Her bra was a flimsy little thing, dark green and lacy, clearly chosen for tonight rather than any practical purpose. It was fighting a losing battle against her tits, the soft flesh spilling over the cups with every breath, her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric like they were dying to introduce themselves. Her stomach was flat and toned from years of Quidditch, leading down to a pair of matching panties that barely covered anything at all, the fabric clinging to the curve of her mound so tightly that Harry could see the outline of her pussy lips pressing against the thin material.
"Come on, Hermione," Ginny urged, nudging her friend with an elbow. "After everything you've told me about Ron, you need this."
Hermione's face went crimson. "Ginny! That's your brother! And I told you those things in confidence!"
"And you told me he finishes before you can get your panties off." Ginny reached up and wrapped her fingers around Harry's shaft, her small hand barely fitting around his girth. She stroked him like she was showing off a prize, her thumb tracing the thick vein along the underside as she looked at Hermione with a smug little grin. "Now stop being a prude and look at it."
She punctuated the statement by pressing a lazy kiss to the underside of his cock, her lips soft and warm against the sensitive skin, and Harry's cock throbbed in her grip, a fresh bead of pre-cum welling up at the tip.
Hermione's eyes locked onto it instantly. She caught herself staring and looked away, jaw tight, but the damage was done. Harry had seen it. Ginny had seen it. And from the way Hermione's chest was rising and falling a little faster now beneath that prim jumper, she knew they had seen it too.
That's it, Harry thought, fighting back a grin. She's already done for. She just doesn't know it yet.
It had been Ginny's idea to ambush Hermione like this, to drag her over to Harry's flat after yet another evening of listening to her best friend complain about her unsatisfying sex life. "You need to see what a real cock looks like," Ginny had declared over drinks, her eyes bright with the kind of determination that Harry had learned long ago meant there was no point arguing. And apparently "seeing what a real cock looks like" meant putting Hermione on her knees in Harry's bedroom while he stood over her with his trousers around his ankles and his cock out.
Not that Harry was complaining. Even fully clothed, Hermione was a sight that made his cock ache. The sensible jumper couldn't quite hide the heavy swell of her tits, the way they strained against the wool every time she took a deep breath, and Harry had spent many a night imagining what they looked like underneath. Were her nipples pink? Dark? He reckoned pink, the same flushed colour that was creeping up her neck and across her cheeks right now. And those jeans were doing criminal things to her arse, hugging every curve so tightly that Harry could picture the exact shape of each cheek, round and firm and absolutely begging to be grabbed.
But none of that mattered right now. What mattered was that Hermione was on her knees, her fingers twisted in her lap, trying desperately to pretend that this entire situation was beneath her dignity.
"I think I've seen quite enough," she managed, her voice tight.
THWACK.
"Ow!" Hermione yelped as his cock slapped her cheek again. "Harry!"
Harry grinned, leaning down until his face was level with hers. "Open your mouth, Hermione."
"Absolutely not. This is completely inappropriate, and I will not be treated like some common—"
She shut up abruptly as Harry dragged the head of his cock across her lips.
Slow. Agonisingly slow. He traced the plump curve of her lower lip from one corner to the other, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum in his wake. Hermione had pressed her lips together in a thin line, but he could see them trembling, could feel the warmth of her breath quickening against his sensitive tip.
"You were saying?" Harry murmured.
Hermione made a strangled sound but didn't answer. Her eyes were fixed on his cock now, watching it move across her lips like she was hypnotised, and Harry could see her throat working as she swallowed hard.
There we go.
He pulled back, then dragged his cock across her lips again. And again. Each pass was slow and deliberate, painting her mouth with his arousal, letting her feel the weight and heat of him without actually giving her what she was so desperately pretending she didn't want.
"Merlin, Hermione," Ginny breathed, watching with rapt attention. "Look at you. You're practically drooling."
"I am not—"
The tip of Harry's cock slipped between her lips the moment she opened her mouth to speak, just the head, just an inch, and the words died in her throat as her lips closed instinctively around him.
Fuck.
Her mouth was hot and wet and soft, her tongue pressing against the underside of his tip like it didn't know what to do with itself, and Harry had to clench his jaw to keep from groaning out loud. She wasn't doing anything, not really, just holding him there while she processed what was happening, but the sight of Hermione Granger on her knees with his cock in her mouth was enough to make his balls ache.
She looked up at him with those big brown eyes, and for a moment he thought she was going to pull away, to spit and sputter and lecture him about propriety. But then her tongue moved. Just a little. A tentative swirl around his tip, tasting him, testing him, and her eyes fluttered half-closed as a soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat.
Oh, she likes it.
Ginny was watching with her mouth hanging open, one hand pressed between her own thighs. "Fuck, Hermione, that's so hot."
Hermione's eyes snapped open and she pulled back, her cheeks blazing. "I didn't— that wasn't—"
Harry didn't give her time to construct her excuses. He dragged his cock across her lips again, nudging at the seam of her mouth, and she whimpered. Actually whimpered, the sound escaping before she could stop it, her lips parting just slightly, ready, waiting—
He pulled away.
Just... stepped back. Casual. Like he barely noticed.
Hermione's lips stayed parted for a moment, glistening with his pre-cum, her breath hitching at the sudden absence. And then she leaned forward. Just slightly. Just an inch. Her body swaying toward his cock like it had its own gravity, her lips still open, still waiting for something that was no longer there.
She caught herself. Went rigid.
But it was too late.
The silence that followed screamed louder than words ever could. Hermione was still on her knees, frozen mid-lean, and the look on her face said she knew exactly what she had just done. It wasn't a lunge. It wasn't dramatic. But that single inch had said everything her mouth had refused to.
"Merlin," Ginny whispered, sounding utterly delighted. "Hermione."
THWACK.
Harry's cock slapped Hermione's cheek, and she let out a broken little moan that she immediately tried to disguise as a cough. It didn't work. Nothing was going to work. Her dignity was in tatters on the floor alongside any pretence that she didn't want this.
"I think someone owes me an apology," Harry said, reaching down to grip her chin. He lifted her face until she was looking up at him, his cock hovering inches from her lips, and he could see the desperation in her eyes even as she tried to glare at him. "What do you say, Hermione?"
Her jaw worked. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "I... I'm not going to..."
"Use your words."
"Please," she whispered, and then immediately looked furious with herself for saying it.
"Please what?"
Her eyes dropped to his cock, then snapped back up to his face, then dropped to his cock again. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and Harry felt his shaft twitch at the sight.
"Please let me... let me..."
"Let you what?" Harry prompted, his voice soft and dangerous. "I want to hear you say it."
Hermione's face was crimson. Her hands were shaking where they pressed against the carpet. But her eyes never left his cock, and when she spoke, her voice was barely a whisper.
"Please let me suck your cock."
There we go.
The brightest witch of her age, on her knees, begging.
Harry let the moment hang. He didn't move, didn't speak, just stood there looking down at her while his cock throbbed inches from her face. Hermione's lips were parted, her breath coming in shallow little bursts against his tip, and the look in her eyes daring him to make her say it again, even as her lips stayed parted, glistening with his pre-cum.
"Fuck," Ginny breathed from beside them. Her hand had slipped inside her panties, and Harry could see her fingers moving against herself, her legs spreading wider. "That's so fucking hot."
Harry ran his thumb across Hermione's lower lip, feeling her shiver at the touch. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
He guided his cock to her mouth, and this time, when the tip pressed against her lips, she opened for him immediately. No hesitation. No pretending. Just a soft moan of relief as she took him in, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of his head.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Her mouth was incredible. Hot and wet, her tongue exploring every ridge and vein of his cock with the kind of thorough focus that only Hermione Granger could bring to anything, and he had to clench every muscle in his body to keep from grabbing her head and shoving himself down her throat.
She pulled back to his tip, her lips tightening around him, and gave a tentative suck. Then another, harder, her cheeks hollowing, and Harry watched as something shifted behind her eyes. The embarrassment didn't vanish, not exactly, but something else joined it. Something hungry.
"That's it," Harry groaned, one hand fisting in her bushy hair. "Show me what that clever mouth can do."
And Merlin, she did.
Hermione took him deeper on the next stroke, and deeper still on the one after that, her brow furrowed in concentration like she was working through a particularly challenging Arithmancy problem. Her hands came up to grip his thighs, steadying herself, and she started to find a rhythm, bobbing her head with growing confidence, her lips making obscene wet sounds as they slid up and down his shaft.
This is Hermione, Harry thought, his mind struggling to process what his eyes were showing him. Hermione Granger. The girl who colour-codes her revision notes. Who once gave me a thirty-minute lecture about the proper way to dice a Sopophorous bean. And she's on her knees, in her sensible jumper, sucking my cock like her life depends on it.
He looked down and nearly came on the spot. Her brown eyes were staring up at him, glassy and half-lidded, her lips stretched obscenely wide around his shaft, a thin trail of saliva running down her chin. She moaned around him, low and throaty, and the vibration sent a jolt through him that made his knees buckle.
"Bloody hell, Hermione," Harry managed. "Where did you— fuck—"
She had done something with her tongue. Some swirling, pressing, lapping thing that hit every nerve ending at once, and Harry's hand tightened in her hair involuntarily. Hermione let out a little squeak at the tug, but she didn't pull away. If anything, she pressed forward, taking another inch, and another, until he felt the tip of his cock nudge the back of her throat.
She gagged. Her eyes watered. She pulled back, coughing, a mess of saliva connecting her lips to his cock in glistening strands.
Harry expected her to stop. To wipe her mouth with the back of her hand and start lecturing him about the physiological limits of the human throat.
She dove back in.
Fuck me, Harry thought, watching her swallow him again with renewed determination. She's actually competitive about this. She gagged and her first thought was to try again.
Hermione's head was bobbing steadily now, her rhythm confident, her tongue doing things that Harry was fairly certain she had learned from a book somewhere because no one was this good their first time without research. Her hands had moved from his thighs to the base of his shaft, one wrapped around the inches her mouth couldn't reach, the other cupping his balls, her fingers gently rolling them in a way that made his vision blur.
And those eyes. Those big, brown, know-it-all eyes, locked on his face the entire time, watching his every reaction like she was cataloguing which techniques worked best. Which, knowing Hermione, she probably was.
Harry's balls were tightening. He could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine, and he had to actively pull her off, gripping her hair and easing her back, his cock leaving her mouth with a wet, obscene sound.
"No!" The word slipped out of Hermione before she could stop it, her hand reaching for his cock like it had been snatched away from her. She caught herself, her eyes going wide, her face flooding with colour. "I mean... I wasn't... I was just..."
Harry couldn't help the grin that split his face. "You were just what?"
"Shut up," Hermione whispered, but there was no heat in it. She looked wrecked. Her lips were swollen and shiny, her chin wet with saliva, her bushy hair a wild mess from his hand, and she was looking at his cock with an expression that could only be described as longing.
Ginny had shuffled closer at some point, her hand still buried in her panties, her own breath coming in ragged little gasps. "My turn," she said, reaching for Harry's cock with her free hand. "Show her how a professional does it."
Ginny leaned in and ran her tongue up the underside of Harry's shaft in one long, slow lick, her eyes locking with Hermione's the entire time. "Mm. You've got him nice and wet for me."
Then she took him in her mouth, and Harry groaned as her lips wrapped around him with practised ease. Ginny had no hesitation, no timidity. She swallowed him to the hilt in one smooth motion, her nose pressing against his stomach, and held there for a long moment before slowly pulling back.
"See?" she said to Hermione, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. "It's not hard."
"That is... that is not what I..." Hermione's protest trailed off as she watched Ginny take his cock again, her head bobbing rhythmically, her throat working around him with no gag reflex in sight.
"Come help," Ginny ordered between strokes. "There's room for both of us."
Harry's cock throbbed at the image that conjured, and he looked down to see Hermione hesitating, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Her eyes kept darting between his cock and Ginny's face, watching the way her friend's lips stretched around him, watching the way her cheeks hollowed with each suck.
Then Hermione leaned in.
Harry nearly blacked out.
Two tongues. Two mouths. Ginny on one side, Hermione on the other, their lips meeting around the head of his cock in something that was half a kiss and half worship. They were licking him together, their tongues sliding against each other as much as against his shaft, and when Hermione pulled back, Ginny would press forward, and vice versa, so that his cock was never without a warm, wet mouth for even a second.
"That's it," Harry managed, his voice strained. "Fuck, that's it."
Hermione moaned around him, her eyes fluttering closed, and Ginny responded by reaching up and tangling her fingers in her friend's hair, pulling her closer, forcing their lips to meet around the head of his cock. Harry watched them kiss around him, felt their tongues lapping at his tip in tandem, and had to recite Quidditch statistics in his head to keep from exploding all over their faces.
"Fuck," Ginny breathed, pulling back and looking at Hermione with something like awe. "You're actually good at this."
Hermione blushed, which was impressive given how flushed she already was. "I... I've been reading some—"
"Of course you have." Ginny laughed and pressed a quick kiss to Hermione's cheek. "Only you would revise for a blowjob." She looked up at Harry with a wicked grin. "I think she's ready."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Ready for what?"
"For the main event." Ginny was already reaching for the hem of Hermione's jumper. "Come on, then. Strip."
Hermione's eyes went wide. "What? No! I only came here to... to look at..."
"And you've looked." Ginny's fingers were already working the jumper up, revealing a sliver of pale stomach. "And then you sucked. And now it's time for the next part. Come on, arms up."
"I really don't think—"
But Ginny wasn't listening. She yanked the jumper over Hermione's head, and Harry's brain stuttered to a halt.
Fuck.
Hermione's bra was plain and white and utterly practical, like everything else she wore, but it was doing absolutely nothing to contain her tits. They were magnificent. Heavy and full, straining against the cotton cups, her cleavage deep and inviting and just begging for his cock to nestle between them. Her breathing had quickened, making them rise and fall with each breath, and Harry could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric, hard and peaked.
"Harry's staring," Ginny observed cheerfully.
"Harry can stare," Harry said, not taking his eyes off Hermione's chest. "Bloody hell, Hermione. Why have you been hiding these?"
Hermione's arms crossed over her stomach, but that only served to push her tits up further, the soft flesh threatening to spill over the top of her bra. "I haven't been hiding anything, I just don't see the need to... to flaunt myself like some..."
She trailed off as Ginny reached around and unclasped her bra with practised ease.
The cups fell away, and Harry's mouth went dry.
Her tits were even better than he had imagined. Round and full and impossibly perfect, the soft flesh swaying slightly as they were freed from their constraints. Her nipples were pink, just as he had guessed, rosy little peaks that were already pebbled hard. They looked heavy. The kind of tits a man could bury his face in and never come up for air. The kind of tits that would bounce beautifully with every thrust.
"Take off her jeans," Harry ordered, his voice rough.
Ginny grinned and reached for the button.
Hermione made a token protest, something about how she hadn't agreed to this and this was completely out of order, but her hands didn't move to stop Ginny as she worked the denim down her hips. And when the jeans pooled around her knees, revealing a pair of sensible white panties that were darkened with a very noticeable wet spot, Hermione stopped protesting entirely.
"Fuck me," Harry breathed, taking in the full view of her.
Hermione's thighs were pale and soft, slightly parted from the jeans trapped around her knees, and her panties were practically see-through from how wet she had gotten. He could see the shadow of her cunt through the soaked fabric, the lips puffy and swollen, and he could smell her arousal from where he stood.
"See?" Ginny said, pressing a kiss to Hermione's shoulder. "This is what you needed."
Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but Ginny was already sliding her panties down to join her jeans, and whatever she was going to say turned into a small, helpless whimper.
Her pussy was bare. Shaved smooth, the lips flushed pink and glistening with arousal. Harry could see her clit, swollen and peeking out from its hood, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his face between her thighs and make her scream.
"My turn," Ginny said, stripping off her own bra and panties with efficient movements and revealing her own glorious body, her tits smaller than Hermione's but perfectly round, her pussy adorned with a small strip of red hair that pointed like an arrow toward her slit. "Bed. Both of us."
She climbed onto the mattress, lying on her back, her legs spreading invitingly, and patted the space above her. "Come on, Hermione. On top."
Hermione stared. "On... on top?"
"Tits to tits. Pussy to pussy." Ginny waggled her eyebrows. "Don't be shy."
Harry watched as Hermione, moving like she was in a trance, climbed onto the bed and lowered herself onto Ginny's body. Their tits pressed together, soft flesh squishing and spreading between them, and their hips aligned so that their pussies were stacked one above the other.
Merlin help me.
The view was obscene. Two gorgeous witches piled on top of each other, their arses on display, their pussies presented to him like offerings. Ginny's slit was peeking out from beneath Hermione's, both of them glistening wet, both of them clenching around nothing.
Harry climbed onto the bed behind them, his cock aching, and ran the tip through Hermione's folds without warning.
She gasped, her whole body jerking. "Harry!"
He didn't enter her. Just dragged his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her arousal, letting the head nudge against her swollen clit before sliding back down. Hermione was trembling, her fingers digging into the sheets on either side of Ginny's head, her breath coming in ragged little gasps.
"Do you want it?" Harry asked, pressing his tip against her entrance just enough for her to feel the stretch.
"I... I..."
He pulled away and repeated the motion on Ginny, drawing a moan from the redhead as his cock slid through her wet folds.
"Harry," Ginny whimpered. "Stop teasing."
"I'm not teasing you." He looked at Hermione's arse, at the way her pussy was clenching around nothing, desperate and empty. "I'm teasing her."
He dragged his cock back to Hermione's entrance, pressed against her just slightly, and she pushed her hips back, trying to take him in. He pulled away.
"Harry!" It came out as a whine. A desperate, needy, completely un-Hermione-like whine.
"Use your words," he said, and she shuddered.
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Please... please fuck me."
Harry pressed against her again, just the tip, just enough to make her walls flutter around him. "I don't think you want it enough."
"I do!" Her voice cracked. "Harry, please, I need it, I need your cock, please just fuck me, please—"
"Fuck you where?"
"In my... in my pussy!" She was babbling now, all pretence of dignity abandoned. "In my cunt! I need your fat cock in my slutty little cunt, Harry, please, I'm begging you—"
Harry grabbed her hips and slammed home.
Hermione screamed.
He buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, her tight walls parting around him, and the sound she made was something primal, something that had probably never come out of Hermione Granger's mouth in her entire life.
"FUCK!"
Harry didn't give her time to adjust. He pulled back and thrust again, setting a punishing pace that had her entire body rocking against Ginny's beneath her. Their tits were sliding together with each stroke, their nipples rubbing, and he could hear Ginny moaning too as Hermione's body ground against hers.
"Yes!" Hermione was babbling, her words tumbling out between thrusts. "Yes, yes, yes, don't stop, don't you dare stop—"
"Fucking hell, Hermione," Harry groaned, watching his cock disappear into her tight cunt over and over. "You're so fucking tight."
"More! Harder! Fuck me harder!"
Harry obliged, his hips snapping against her arse, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. Hermione was making sounds he had never heard from any woman, high-pitched keening moans that seemed to be torn from somewhere deep inside her, and beneath her, Ginny was writhing, one hand between their bodies to rub her own clit.
"I can feel you," Ginny gasped up at Hermione. "Feel you coming apart. Merlin, you sound like such a slut."
"I am!" Hermione wailed, and the admission seemed to break something inside her. "I'm a slut! Harry's slut! I just want his cock, I want it so fucking bad—"
Harry pulled out.
The sound Hermione made was pathetic. A broken little whimper of loss that made Harry's cock throb and his heart sing.
"No! Harry, please—"
But he was already sliding into Ginny, feeling her walls grip him eagerly, watching Hermione's empty pussy clench around nothing above her.
"Mmm," Ginny moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Merlin, that's good."
Harry fucked Ginny with long, slow strokes, making sure Hermione could feel every movement, could feel Ginny's body shuddering against hers. And the whole time, Hermione was whimpering, her hips rolling uselessly, trying to grind against Ginny to get any kind of friction.
"Harry," she whined. "Harry, please, put it back, I need it, please—"
"Need what?"
"Your cock! I need your cock back inside me!"
Harry pulled out of Ginny and slammed back into Hermione, and she came instantly, her whole body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him so hard it was almost painful.
"HARRY!"
He fucked her through it, feeling her walls flutter and spasm around his shaft, feeling her juices gushing around him, and Ginny reached up and grabbed Hermione's face, pulling her down into a deep, filthy kiss that swallowed her screams.
Harry's own orgasm slammed into him without warning. His balls tightened, his vision went white, and he buried himself as deep as he could go, pumping rope after rope of hot cum directly into Hermione's womb.
"Take it," he groaned. "Fuck, take all of it."
Hermione was still shaking, still moaning into Ginny's mouth, her pussy milking him for every last drop. Harry's hips stuttered through the aftershocks until finally, finally, he stilled, his cock pulsing weakly inside her.
The room was silent except for their ragged breathing.
Harry slowly pulled out, watching his cum begin to leak from Hermione's well-fucked pussy, dripping down to mix with Ginny's arousal below.
Hermione collapsed against Ginny, boneless and gasping. Her face was flushed, her hair a disaster, and she had the glazed, satisfied look of someone who had just been fucked senseless.
"This—This was just..." she started weakly, her voice hoarse. "Please don't tell Ron!"
Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+.