Note: inspired by hastyhand's beautiful art (cover). please check it out (hastyhand on instagram) if you haven't already! and thank you again, hasty pie, for letting me use your art; im not worthy ❤️
un beta-ed; still new to writing smut so sorry if this is boring
after hours (kind of)
A burst of emerald green fire roared through the fireplace. From it emerged a group of witches and wizards clad in Auror uniforms, brushing soot off their clothes.
Most of them looked worse for wear, scorch marks littering their tattered clothing. A band of burly Aurors dragged the remains of something very large, covered in a brown tarp as they moved through the halls of the Ministry. Leading them was none other than the Head Auror, Harry Potter, himself.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter!"
"Hello, Harry!"
"It's been a long time, Mr. Potter!"
Harry waved and smiled politely at all those who greeted him. This was surprisingly still a common occurrence after all these years. Though he supposed becoming an Auror would place even more attention on him. But now, he held himself with more confidence despite still feeling a bit awkward with all these eyes on him.
He led the group to level two, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement where the Auror headquarters were located. Turning back, he smiled at the married couple in his squad.
"Levi, Hange, you two mind taking care of this for me?" Harry asked, pointing at the brown tarp. "I need to give my report to the Minister."
Hange smirked knowingly. "You sure you don't just want to play kissy-kissy your fiancé, sir?"
The other Aurors tried to stay respectful, stifling their laughter, but could no longer contain it when Harry rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. He shook his head, chagrined, but didn't deny the sentiment.
"Could say the same for you," Harry returned mirthfully. "And during a mission, too. Maybe I should write you up, hmm? Oh wait, I'm the one who decides the verdict."
Levi and Hange simultaneously went red and their eyes widened as a new round of laughter passed through their group.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" Hange stammered out, shifting her weight back and forth from one leg to the other.
Harry wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh? The sounds I heard coming from your tent last night begged to differ—"
"We'll take care of the dragon bones!" Levi interrupted hastily, his face nearly as bright as his auror uniform—a stark contrast to the cold expression he normally wore. "Go ahead and give your report! Damn scarface."
Harry laughed. "Alright, alright. Good work today, everyone. Take the rest of the day off."
"Sir!" They all chorused.
He nodded once at them and headed back toward the lifts.
. . .
"Hi, Harry!"
"Hey there, Sasha," he replied happily. His fiancé's secretary was certainly a character. She currently had a spoonful of potato salad in her mouth as she did her paperwork, beaming at him all the while. "Is Hermione in?"
She nodded. "Yup. Though, I think she's a little busy right now. We had a few reports of…"
Harry drowned out the rest of her words, knowing she would continue on and divert topics multiple times, somehow always managing to include food. He walked up to Hermione's office door and knocked twice, receiving no response.
Expecting this, he twisted the doorknob and let himself in. Sure enough, his beautiful fiancé was leaned over her desk, vapidly working through a stack of papers. Her hand moved quickly, the scratch of her quill against parchment filling the air.
Her hair was tied into a bushy ponytail that splayed out behind her, a few wisps falling to frame her face. She had shed her Minister's coat, draping it on the back of her chair, leaving her in a crisp white blouse.
Harry quietly approached her with a fond smile on his face. She hadn't even noticed him yet. Back in their school years, he'd often find her in the library, slugging away, going above and beyond on every assignment. So much was different now, but some things never change.
"Hey, love," he finally said.
Her head snapped up to him in surprise and an uncontrived silence settled around them as they stared at each other for a short moment. If possible, his elation rose, watching the light in her eyes get brighter, pupils blossoming with that one emotion reserved only for him.
"Harry!" She exclaimed, her mouth curving upward. Her work lay forgotten as she stood and moved around her desk, revealing her black pinstripe skirt, fit with black stockings and black heels. She threw herself onto him in a hug that nearly knocked him flat. "When did you get back?"
"Just now actually," he said, wrapping his arms around her tightly and lifting her up for a moment. "I came straight here."
She leaned back to look up at him, but remained in his embrace. "Good. The Minister always comes first."
"That she does," he agreed.
It seemed to be the right thing to say if the welcome back kiss she gave him was anything to go off of. Hermione pulled back and regarded him with a soft smile. She was going to kiss him again but stopped, wrinkling her nose when she caught a whiff of him.
"You smell like ash, mister," she said, lightly jabbing a finger into his chest. "You better not have been smoking."
"Sorry, love," he chuckled sheepishly, letting her go and taking a step back. "Those rogue dragons didn't take it easy on us—"
"What are you doing?" She interrupted, stepping closer to him, her body pressed flush against his chest. Her wand was out and pressed against the small of his back. "I didn't say you could stop holding me. Scourgify."
Harry's expression was momentarily splashed with surprise before a smirk began to play at his lips. Before he could utter a word, Hermione leaned up and kissed him again, her hands tightly gripping the front of his shirt.
"What's gotten into you today?" He breathed out happily once they separated.
"I haven't seen you in over a week," she replied with an undertone of disappointment. "That's simply unacceptable."
His features softened. "I missed you, too."
"Did you get hurt during your mission?" She asked, trailing her hands across his torso, moving up his shoulders and to the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there. "Or anyone else?"
"No," murmured, kissing the tip of her nose. He smiled, catching sight of the silver earrings he'd gotten her last year. "But my jacket got burned to a crisp."
She made an approving sound. "Saves me the trouble of taking it off."
"What?"
"Mmm nothing, we'll have to get you a new one."
He chuckled throatily and she loved every second of the deep reverberations that passed from his chest to hers. His hands trailed down her back and thighs to the hem of her stockings, lightly tugging at the nylon material and tracing circles against her skin.
"Have I told you how much I love it when you wear stockings?" He muttered, nuzzling her neck with kisses.
She giggled. "Only every time I wear them."
He moved his lips to the corner of her jaw. "So not enough then."
His kisses were far more tender and lingering than she'd expected in their current position. And coupled with his words, she couldn't help the blush that rose to her cheeks. Hermione leaned into him further; his hands, his lips, his warmth all over her sent a rush coursing through her body.
He was like Ambrosia, and she couldn't get enough.
"Maybe you could make it up to me now," she murmured.
Intention filling her, she moved to press her lips to his once more, hungrily prodding her tongue into his mouth. Harry tilted his head down and responded in kind, leaving both of them breathless and lightheaded, yearning for more.
Hermione nibbled on his lower lip as his hands went under her skirt and squeezed her ass, making both of their breaths hitch in excitement. Her hand snaked around his abdomen to his back, softly running her fingers over the ridges of his tight muscles.
The moment she broke the kiss, Harry shifted his attention to her neck, trailing scorching kisses along her jaw before sucking on her pulse point. A soft moan escaped her lips and she buried her hands into his hair, tugging him closer.
"Shit, it's like you want to do it in the office, or something."
"I wouldn't be opposed to that," she teased, lightly tracing his jaw with her finger.
Harry's eyes glazed over, the beginning of an insatiable hunger burning in his expression. "You know… that's always been a fantasy of mine."
"Oh?" She arched her brow and regarded him with a daunting smile. "Do tell."
Hermione traced the smirk that pulled at his lips as he stared at her through half lidded eyes, glimmering with amusement, love, and an inordinate amount of lust. There was something excruciatingly sexy about Harry in his work clothes, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, not to mention his suspenders.
She'd always found him especially hot wearing those.
Harry leaned in close so his lips were only a few centimeters away from hers. "Bending you over this desk, fucking you as you call out my name," he husked intently. He ran his thumb down the bow of her upper lip and along her bottom one. "Maybe I'll fuck your pretty little mouth too."
Dear god, she thought, her body flooding with unimaginable heat at the image of herself on her knees, his hands holding her cheeks, her lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he fucked her face.
Hermione's breaths became more shallow and uneven as she held his gaze, taking in every detail of him. The dark, alluring promise in his words had a sweeping effect; her sparking arousal burst into unyielding flames and spread all throughout her body, pooling just below her navel.
"Bold words," she muttered, clenching her first into his shirt tighter from the wetness beginning to form between her thighs. "Think you can live up to them?"
He said nothing, opting to show her instead.
His hands settled on her waist, pulling her impossibly close to him so he could lean down and kiss and suck at the skin of her neck. Hermione let out a small sigh feeling the hardness of his chest brush against her breasts, her nipples hardening with need.
"You haven't answered…"
He caught the rest of her words in a searing kiss, moving against her body with desperate, unrestrained passion. His lips caressed hers with languid motions that slowly began to unhinge her completely. It was like a rollercoaster of emotions, of feeling, of hunger, rising and falling, shifting with each passing second.
"I think I have a pretty good shot."
"I dunno," she ragged, pressing a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I'm not sure I'm fully convinced yet—oh!"
A vicious tear ripped through the air and a sharp gasp sounded from her. She looked down and saw her scandalously thin, red laced bra now exposed to him as the buttons of her blouse rattled along the floor.
"Harry!"
"You complaining?" He challenged, his gaze hungrily sweeping up her exposed flesh, lingering on her sinful cleavage. "You look so fucking sexy right now. But I guess we'll have to stop—"
"No!" She exclaimed, pushing off him and rushing to the door.
Harry watched with a grin as her hands shot up to her chest to clutch the ends of her shirt together. Opening the door just enough to pop her head out, she called out to her secretary.
"Sasha, Harry and I need to discuss something regarding his mission!" Hermione spit out urgently. "If anyone visits, tell them we're busy and to leave a note for me. I'll get back to them later."
Sasha looked up from her food and saluted diligently. "You got it, boss!"
Hermione closed the door quickly and locked it, placing probably too many security charms around the room before rounding on her fiancé.
"Impressive," he regaled, leaning back against her desk and motioning her to come back.
With no chance of interruption, Hermione rushed forward, fisting the front of Harry's collar and pulling him down into a deeper, rougher kiss. She bit at his bottom lip, encouraged by the sound of his breath hitching.
She unfurled his tie and threw it behind her. "You have no idea what you're in for."
"Bring it on," he returned with a lopsided grin.
A sense of victory and excitement shot through her, not having to worry about anything else but the intoxicating man in front of her. The logical side of her mind told her that they shouldn't do this here.
But the illogical, overpowering part of her was so drunk from the feel of him that it didn't matter they were in her office. There was, after all, a perfectly good flat surface right next to them. And there was something about the danger of doing something like this here that sent unending tremors of pulsing arousal between her thighs.
"This is all mine now," she said, heat dripping from her voice as she gently caressed the front of his trousers along with the hardening bulge hidden beneath the material.
Harry's released a shallow sigh. "'Now'? Does that mean—"
"Don't even go there."
His words caught in his throat when she gave his hardness a gentle squeeze, causing him to groan and bite down on his bottom lip. Ragged breaths left him.
"Hermione," he gasped in want.
She grinned seductively as a tingle went up her spine seeing and feeling his body react to her touch. Her core clenched, burning with anticipation for the generous bulge in her hand to be inside her.
Another groan sounded from his throat when Hermione clutched the front of his shirt, pulling him forward to claim his mouth again. Their lips moved with rough passion, biting and tugging, hearts swelling with pleasure and leaving them aching and breathless.
Harry's hands moved from her waist down to her thighs, slowly trailing up the tender flesh and under her skirt, hitching it up around her hips. With a growl, he roughly groped her ass and lifted her off her feet, carrying her around the table.
"Ah!" She panted in surprise, wrapping her legs around his waist.
In an instant, she was seated on the desk and him on her chair. There was something excruciatingly sexy about Harry sitting in the Minister's chair, peering over at her with a lustful grin. And it turned her on so fucking much.
She was in a precarious, unsteady position, but his arms went around her, placing one leg over his shoulder to keep her stable.
And give him easier access, of course.
A thought struck her and she quickly looked down at the desk. "Harry, my work—" Her words fell short, noticing all her paraphernalia floating over to the floor in a neat fashion. "Guess my Head Auror has some uses after all."
He chuckled huskily and mouthed the skin above her stockings before biting the hem of it. "Oh? Is that a challenge?" He asked, grinning up at her.
Hermione flushed, giggling a little as she threaded a hand through his dark locks, almost too affectionately compared to burning desire coursing through her veins.
"You can take it however you want."
"Oh, believe me, I intend to."
His left hand pressed against her hip, fingers digging into the soft skin as he pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. With her skin flaming, she loved the cold bite of his engagement ring against her all too much. A small gasp escaped her lips when he pressed his own to the smooth skin of her inner thigh, leaving a trail of hot kisses in his wake.
He smiled against her tender flesh. "Remember all the times we did this in the library during our eighth year?"
"Less talking," she breathed out shakily. "More…"
"More?" He questioned, tilting his head with unabashed innocence. "More what?"
Harry peered up at her with an unrestrained ferocity glowing in his eyes. And the possessive edge to how he held her legs, using his tongue to trace circles and press kisses on her thighs, marking her, making her crave his touch even more.
She wanted to cry out in frustration as he remained just out of reach from where she needed him. Relenting just a bit, he slowly circled his thumb on her clit over her soaked knickers, drawing out a stuttering gasp.
"More of your mouth—you on me… in me, until I can't speak anymore."
A delighted laugh escaped him as he set about doing just that.
The smell of her arousal was almost too much to bear. His mind blanked and he could think of nothing else, the beginning of something animalistic blossoming inside him.
Hermione ditched her blouse and watched with hazy eyes as he pulled her underwear down and propped her legs back over his shoulder. In one smooth motion, he spread her legs apart and licked his lips at the sight before him. Her cunt was flushed pink, her clit a swollen nub just begging to be played with.
"Your pussy is so pretty, Hermione," he murmured.
She felt her body flush at the obscene words, her arousal pulsating with want. His warm breath fanned against her wetness, sending goosebumps over her skin.
"So wet," he continued, using two fingers to spread her folds and pressing a blazing kiss to her core. Her heat pulsed and clenched with need, a small gush of her warm juices pouring out. "Mm, gorgeous girl, you're so fucking pretty, dripping all over my fingers."
He loved the fact that she was a squirter. (Now that had been a discovery.)
Hermione laid flat on the desk, writhing and thrashing, bucking into his face to get him closer, but to no avail. An anguished mewl tore from her throat and quickly turned into a longing moan when he teased a finger around her entrance.
"Harry, Harry, I need—I need you so bad."
There were two ways Harry had eaten her out before. One with sensual, tender touches, indulging her with all of his love, her pleasure becoming his. And one where he completely tore her apart.
Right now, it was the latter.
It started off slow; she panted heavily as he licked a long stripe over her cunt with the flat of his tongue. His tongue darted between her folds, attacking her core with fervor. The encouraging yes she breathed made him groan against her, sparking delicious vibrations along her spine.
And then—oh!
Without warning, he slipped two fingers knuckle deep into her pussy, drawing a strangled moan from her. Hermione gasped loudly when his fingers pumped and curled, working against that oh so very sensitive spot inside of her, his tongue dancing across her clit as it swelled and begged for more.
"Oh my—fuck," Hermione hissed, back arching as her hand shot down to tangle in Harry's tousled hair. Her red nails scratched against his scalp, taking a possessive hold of his black locks. "Please…"
Hermione cried out when Harry clamped over her clit, swirling his tongue around her swollen nerves, lightly tugging and grazing his teeth—and god. She urged his mouth harder against her cunt, grinding into his face, feeling like she would die if this went on any longer.
"Harry," she gasped, arching her back. Her desire danced along the apex, dangerously close to the edge. "I need to cum, please, I'm so close…"
Pressure mounted and liquid fire curled somewhere low in her belly, his name leaving her red lips like a mantra. And when he added a third finger and jammed his tongue into her clit, she couldn't think, couldn't breathe as her thighs clamped around his head, screaming as blinding pleasure eclipsed through her.
God, he was so fucking good.
Harry watched in amazement as her pink cunt clenched and a gush of her fluid coated his hand. She was so beautiful when she came. Without a moment's hesitation, he dipped his head back down to lap it up, eagerly working his tongue into her.
"You… you'll be the death of me, Harry Potter," she breathed, swallowing roughly at the sight of his swollen red lips and mouth, glistening with her essence.
Harry pressed a kiss to her creamy thigh. "Wouldn't be such a bad way to go out, would it?"
Hermione turned crimson when he pulled his fingers out of her and into his mouth, licking them clean. Her stomach tightened again and she caught him in a passionate, drugging kiss, tasting herself on his lips as the kiss deepened.
Pulling away, she kept one hand on the back of his neck, the other tracing the line of his jaw, staring at him with earnest brown eyes.
"I love you," she confessed.
Harry chuckled lightly and caressed her cheek. "I love you, too." He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and then her lips. "But don't get too tender on me already. We're just getting started."
"Damn right we are." Her voice came out in a sultry whisper and then turned demanding. "Take off your shirt."
He made quick work of the white button down, pulling it apart and off with haste. Hermione kicked off her heels and watched with a keen eye, licking her lips as every plane and ridge of his muscled torso came into view. She swallowed roughly at the line of dark hair that disappeared tantalizingly down into his pants.
Hermione hooked her fingers into his waistband and tugged him flush against her, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him in for a rough, insistent kiss. Her blood sang as her mouth surged against his possessively, biting and tugging his bottom lip into her mouth, leaving them breathless and aching for more.
Rolling her hips, she felt his erection straining against his trousers and immediately went to undo his belt. Harry groaned her name and chased her lips when she pulled back only for her to dodge and press open mouthed kisses to his throat, shoving his pants down his hips and freeing his hard cock.
Her cunt ached desperately at the sight of it.
Before he could say a word, she pushed him back against the chair and paused to marvel at his naked form for a moment. This was her soon to be husband sitting gloriously naked in front of her, looking every bit as powerful and enticing as he does on the battlefield. And those eyes, his beautiful green eyes ablaze with dark lust.
All for her.
"You're so hard," she marveled, flushing violently as she watched him lightly stroke his throbbing member, his eyes never straying from her. His swollen tip was uncommonly red, no doubt scorching to the touch. "Have you not masturbated this entire time?"
He chuckled a little. "We aren't in Hogwarts anymore, love. I have the real thing now."
"Got off to all the pretty girls, did you?"
"Just one." He looked straight into her eyes and wet his lips. "Every night."
A pretty blush splashed across her cheeks. But before she could retort, he spoke again, urgency lacing his tone.
"I can't wait anymore, Hermione," he hissed, jutting his legs open further and continuing to stroke himself while looking directly into her eyes. "I need you."
She bit her lip as another flood of heat pulsed through her core. "Is that so?"
A tug of striking lust coursed through her as she lunged forward and wrapped a hand around his engorged cock, stroking him with a deliberately slow pace. His face twitched and contorted in pleasure as she deftly worked her fingers along his warm, velvety hardness.
"Fuck," he gasped, bucking violently into her hand. "You're killing me here, love."
She slowed her strokes even more, enjoying his agonized expression. "You've told me your fantasy. Don't you want to hear mine?"
He groaned roughly when she whispered it into his ear. "Couldn't you have… mentioned this earlier, or something?"
"Is this a bad time, or something?" She mocked, licking her lips seeing the glistening precum pooling at his tip.
She ran her hand over his cock with languid motions, his breath hitching when she rubbed his frenulum with slow circular motions. With a quick roll of her thumb over his tip, she gathered his precum and brought it to her lips, making a show of licking it off.
"Mm, delicious."
"Tease," he panted. "Such a fucking tease."
"Don't dish it out if you can't take it, babe." Hermione smirked and gently squeezed his balls. "Tell me… what you want."
Harry gripped the chair's armrests desperately. "You," he gritted out.
That made her smile; she graced him by gathering spit in her mouth and slicking his cock, pumping him faster and twisting her hand in a way she knew would draw a heavy groan from him.
"What about me?" She pressed.
"Everything," he sighed gruffly. "All of you. I need you, Hermione."
"You need me to, what?"
"I need…" He drew a sharp breath through his teeth when she started using both hands. "Fuck, I need you to fuck me, Hermione. Please."
A heavy shudder passed through both of them as she pushed him further back against her high backed chair and straddled his waist, bunching her skirt up and starting to sink down onto his length.
Hermione dropped a kiss to his swelling lips. "Only because you asked so nicely."
Simultaneously, two whispered curses left their lips as she pinned him against the chair, her hands pressing violently down on his shoulders. Her slick folds slid along his cock patronizingly and made Harry buck up against her, but her grip was firm.
"None of that, Potter," she whispered into his ear, holding herself up. "I'm fucking you right now. Did you forget that little detail?"
Harry grimaced when she kept herself wrapped around only his tip, out of reach of where he needed her to be. At his continued silence, she tugged gently at the hair on the back of his neck.
"Did… you… forget—"
"No!" He hissed, hands gripping her hips tighter, fingertips driving into her skin. "Fucking hell, no I didn't forget."
Deeming he had enough teasing, she sank onto him fully in one fluid motion. He cursed her name in a delicious whisper as she took in a sharp breath at how well he stretched her. She savored the feeling of him, his solid presence so thick and deep and perfect inside her tight little cunt, loving how he pulsed against her trembling walls.
Hips still moving, she cradled his jaw and pressed her lips to his in a searing kiss. Brazen, she forced her tongue into his mouth, a very welcome invasion, and then—it was bliss.
Hermione set the pace slow but it wasn't long until they were grinding and arching into one another, sweat slicking their flushed bodies. She reached up and pulled her hair loose from its ponytail, her curls tumbling down her back and across her shoulders in glossy waves.
"I'll go down on you another time, love," she promised, breathing heavily as she rutted into him. "I just—ah—really need this right now."
Harry's eyes glazed over and he lifted his lips from her neck. "I'm not complaining. I don't want this to end too early."
But with the way her tight wetness gripped him, enveloping him with unparalleled softness and warmth, he knew he had a few minutes left at best.
Harry, sighing with pleasure as she moved, quickly worked his hands up her slim figure and cupped her breasts, kneading the soft flesh over the lace of her bra. Unclasping it, he let the garment fall to the floor and took a moment to appreciate her supple breasts.
Her nipples were pink and taut, demanding attention. He grinned as her breaths became even more uneven as he trailed burning kisses along her neck, collarbones, and the valley of her chest before attaching his mouth to her breast.
"I love your tits," he husked, breath fanning the valley of her breasts. "So pretty, so perfect."
His tongue laved against her nipple as her head tilted up, releasing a throaty moan; the light graze of his teeth shot electricity down her spine. His mouth tugged more firmly, drawing blissful moans from the deepest parts of her.
"Oh, fuck, Harry," she whimpered, eyes shutting tightly.
"Yes, fuck Harry, that's it."
She threw her head back and let out a soft cry as his tongue circled and licked one nipple, his fingers doing the same to the other, rolling, pinching, and pulling at her sensitive bud. He was entirely too good at that.
Hermione was breathing fast as she fucked herself down onto him. She cursed his name, loving how well he stretched her in all the most delicious ways. A sensual groan escaped her every time he bottomed out. God, she was so fucking full.
Harry reveled in each breath, each gasp and moan that she made. Every impact of their hips shot up and out of her mouth, more beautiful than any song.
"You're throbbing so much," she moaned, slamming down against him with more force, taking his cock deep and hard with each erratic movement. "You like it when I fuck you like this?"
"Yes, baby. You know I do," he hissed, fingertips digging into her ass, more than content to let her have her way. "You're so — so gorgeous. Take it, take everything you need."
And, oh, she did. Heavens, she loved this man more than anything.
His fingers raked through her hair and gathered a clump in one hand before sharply tugging down. Her head snapped up and she let out a gasp, pleasure shattering her resolve as he trailed his mouth to her exposed throat, sucking and biting at the delicate skin.
Reaching between them, he gently circled her clit. The sounds escaping her were so erotic and sensual, making him touch her more insistently. The rhythm of her thrusts changed, turning more frantic as she tightened and pulsed around him, trying to draw him in deeper, and god, he loved it.
"Fuck Harry… Harry, I'm—close," she cried out breathlessly, digging her nails across his shoulder and rolling her hips with more aggression. "Oh, yes—ah—just a little more."
The pressure in her belly was rising, rising — on the brink —
When suddenly, he stood up, carrying her all the while, and pulled out. She already felt a gaping void in her from the loss of him inside her.
A desperate whine left her. "I swear I will murder you!"
Harry chuckled throatily. "Ooh, scary," he said, grinning as he positioned her on all fours on top of the desk, pressing down on the small of her back to bend her over. "And here I thought we were having a good time."
He raised her ass to his liking as a sharp breath sounded from her, flushing a delicious pink at being completely exposed. She went still and moaned when he grabbed her hip and pressed the tip of his cock along her folds, rubbing teasingly against her clit, coating himself with her nectar.
Her breath hitched. "Mm, fuck me," she purred.
"What was that?" He teased.
Hermione tossed her hair to the side and looked back at him, their impassioned eyes locking. She always knew exactly how to make him lose control. Reaching between her legs, she used two fingers to spread her folds, bearing her soaking pussy to him.
With her middle finger rubbing at her clit, she said, "I need you to fuck me, Harry. Make me cum all over your cock as I scream your name."
For a moment, he went still and a pang went through him.
Harry felt his throat close up and his heart raced faster as that animalistic feeling returned. That was quite possibly the most erotic thing she ever did. She stared back at him with an adoring yet hungry gaze. Her voice was so dark and demanding, brimming with lust and impatience.
And he fucking loved it.
"But of course," he said, voice straining with desire. "Anything for the Minister."
With a violent thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep in her, making her lurch forward. A harsh moan of approval escaped her lips at the sudden fullness. She nearly lost her grip on the desk as he slammed into her ruthlessly, drawing guttural moans from both of them.
A vicious jolt went through her spine and her back arched when he smacked her ass, sending a fierce sting to her core, her swollen folds gushing. There would definitely be bruises all over her body come the morning. She found herself hoping for it, a thought that sent a dark thrill through her.
"Harry," she whimpered when he did it again, but this time keeping his palm on her ass cheek, massaging the flesh to ease the biting sensation. "When did you get so bold?"
He groaned as her cunt gripped him tighter. "You bring it out of me."
Showing her just how much, he trailed his hand up her ass and circled his thumb around the rim of her pink, puckered anus. He grinned devilishly, feeling her writhe and whimper out a delighted mmph sound.
Slicking his middle finger with her dribbling cum, he slowly slid it completely into her arse as she relaxed around his digit. Hermione froze and covered her mouth with one hand, muffling her high pitched whine at the intrusion of her tight ring.
"Oh… my god—Oh, Harry," she gushed, moaning out obscenities. "God, I love you. You're so — so good to me."
Harry nearly growled as she spread herself open further, grinding back onto him as both her pussy and arse constricted around him. He could feel the electricity jump off her body as he fucked her in both holes. The stifled moans she held behind her ruby red lips made him thrust at a blinding pace.
"No one else can hear us, baby," he grunted, hips slamming furiously against her ass. "I want you to be loud for me."
As if on cue, her body reacted to his command, letting out an earth shattering moan as he thrust repeatedly into her, forgoing all sense of rhythm and reason. They danced on the edge of hysteria, streams of profanities leaving their lips.
"Uh! Fuck, fuck, Harry!" She cried out in pleasure as a particularly hard thrust hit her most delicate spot. Her eyes brimmed with overwhelmed tears from his onslaught and she clenched around him like a vice, harsh gasps escaping her. "Feels so fucking good!"
The sweet, delicious sounds she was making and the sound of their skin slapping pushed his arousal to new heights. And there was something about seeing her clad in only a bunched up flimsy skirt and those god forsaken stockings, that sent a wonderful rush through him.
The sight of the smooth, bare skin of her back, lined with wiry muscle going taut and contracting from each flex, each reaction he evoked, was becoming too much.
Feeling himself approaching the rise of climax, his mind blanked with lust, stomach churning with overwhelming desire. Harry turned ravenous, fucking her with every bit of carnal indulgence he had left in him.
"That's it," he growled callously. "Mm, my girl. So good, fuck, you're so good at taking my cock."
"Nngh, your girl," she choked out.
With harsh breaths, his unoccupied hand went around to roughly press against her swollen clit, shakily pressuring her as she gripped desperately at the edge of her desk, overcome with a cacophony of hot pleasure.
He felt her walls pulsing around him, so warm and wet, and so fucking tight as he pressed against her sweet spot. Her cunt was dripping, covering his cock with her sweet cream; he could feel it cascading down over his balls and staining his thighs.
"Hermione," he groaned in ecstasy. "You're so fucking perfect, creaming all over my cock. Just like you said you would."
His finger twisted in and out of her ass as he continued to rub furiously at her clit. And his thrusts hadn't lost an ounce of their power. It wasn't long before she slipped over the edge.
"Oh, sweet fuck," she moaned, biting down hard on her lip. She shut her eyes tight as her body spasmed and surged from the intensity of her coming orgasm. "Fuck yes! I'm…I'm going to—nngh, I'm—Harry!"
Hermione screamed and color exploded behind her eyelids, pleasure rolling through her in ruinous waves. Her back arched and her cheek pressed hard against the desk, shuddering and gasping as she came.
He fucked her through her orgasm, pounding into her relentlessly, desperately, before a burst of white hot pleasure burned through him, sending his nerves into a frenzy, and he followed her over the edge, groaning raggedly as he released deep into her searing heat.
Harry gripped her hips, pushing in and out of her bruised pussy with slow, shallow thrusts as he brought them down from the clouds.
Exhausted, they both went slack. They laid there for a while, chests expanding and contracting in an attempt to get breath back into their lungs. His weight on top of her was comforting, forehead pressing tiredly against the base of her spine, but gone all too soon.
With an obscene wet noise, Harry pulled out of her and fell back, sagging into the Minister's chair. His breathing was ragged and uneven but an amused (and proud) smile played at his lips as he watched Hermione slowly turn herself around on shaking limbs until she laid atop the cool wood of her desk.
She braced her trembling arms on her desk, her heart thrumming erratically against her chest as she descended from her high. Beads of sweat rolled down her collar and the valley of her breasts as she propped herself up on her elbows to look at her fiancé.
"Wow," she sighed. "Just… wow."
"Yeah, you're telling me." A breathy chuckle left him. "I take it, that was satisfactory?"
She shook her head and smiled brightly.
"That was… incredible," Hermione gushed, giggling at his flushed face, her red lipstick smeared across his mouth and neck. "I've never—" she blushed and looked away, unable to say it like she wasn't an absolute sex goddess only a moment ago, and he practically glowed from the compliment. "That was like the best sex we've ever had. That… triple onslaught you did, oh my goodness!"
Harry laughed heartily at her wording and shook his head. Of course, she'd find the words to analyze sex right after they finished. She'd done the same when they first broached the topic of sex. Evidently, awkward first times were a thing of the past.
He loved the sight of her when she was coming down from her high. She was hauntingly beautiful. Her face and eyes remained delirious with pleasure and sheer relief as sweat glistened near her hairline, her cheeks flushed pink, and her perfect breasts moving up and down with each breath.
"Was?" He murmured distractedly. Swallowing roughly, he sat transfixed at how her pussy pulsed, the mix of their creamy fluids steadily pouring out of her, and started to get hard again. "We're definitely not done yet. Not by a long shot."
She found that very agreeable.
Their faint breaths and fatigue began to whittle out, and a new sense of need began to spark. The burn from exertion quickly turned into pulsing desire.
"I'm sure you're aware that the Minister is the only one who can apparate from the ministry," Hermione said with wanton offhandedness.
"Yeah? Maybe you should take the rest of the day off."
"Good idea." She laughed a melodious tune. "You still have yet to fuck my 'pretty little mouth.'"
All traces of amusement immediately filtered out of Harry's expression. Lust smoldered in his eyes, green irises swallowed by black, and she hummed in delight when Harry surged forward, kissing her so deeply and with enough desire to melt her bones. Her fingers threaded his hair and tugged him closer, electricity crackling off their skin.
"Make that the rest of the week."
On that note, she apparated them home.