A/n There will be kink roleplay in this chapter. Do not use this as a guide for any of the ones portrayed. I will list the kinks in the End A/n (as well as in the TAGS) if you'd like to find out which before reading. I'd rather not spoil those who want to be surprised. Please keep in mind the ratings and warnings. This is my first attempt that this type of smut, and I quite like how it turned out. THANK YOU
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Hermione sat in her plait skirt, black tights ripped where it mattered, and button-up, sans knickers. It made her end goal, that much easier to obtain. Her school robes were hanging off the back of the couch, abandoned for her recent activity. She had been enjoying a bit of relaxation with her boyfriend, but felt a ping of deep dissatisfaction. She got finally gotten him to agree to a little interlude in the Black Library, after months of badgering him. She had even made sure that everyone, besides them, would be out of the Ancient and Noble House of Black. It had started out well enough. Kisses and light petting. She had been perched quite comfortably and happily on his lap, her back toward the entrance to the land of books.
She had easily gotten him hard and was rocking her hot center into the bulge. The friction was good, but not completely what she wanted. She mumbled her approval as he moaned her name while griping her hips, tightly, just how she liked it. She let her hands graze his top moving skillfully up to his shoulders, before one buried her fingers in his hair, while the other gripped his collar, pulling him closer. He thrusted his hips into her, hard, making physical his pleasure as she nibbled her way from his ear to the joint of his neck, sucking the soft flesh until it was red and tight.
"'Mione." She bit her lip, trying to fight her need to tell him her name was Hermione. She didn't want to spoil this opportunity to indulge in her favorite room at Grimmauld. She slid off him, knowing that he wouldn't last if they continued as they were. Silently, she unbuttoned his trousers, pleased when he lifted his hips to assist. She grumbled in her mind that at least she didn't have to do everything, when she wanted to try something new. With his cock exposed, she cast a quick lubrication and contraception charm that, Ironically Ginny taught her.
It was strange for Hermione to seek out the younger girl from any form of knowledge she could find in a book. Hermione had been too embarrassed to find those particular books in stores, or at the library. The Black Library, did have anything of the sort, or if it did, she had been unable to find it. Thus, Ginny supplied her with much needed spells. Hermione also now knew six ways to cast a contraception charm. There would be no red-haired babies in her near future. It was easy enough to place her legs on either side of his hips, using one hand to steady herself, while the other lined him up as she eased down. He was the first man to ever touch her, and she relished in that knowledge. She was like the heroines in fairytales.
He groaned, drawing her out of her thoughts, as she rolled her hips, rising and falling slowly. He never lasted very long, and that drove Hermione spare. She had tried a couple different things to help, including different potions in his food and beverages, but nothing seemed to work. She'd hoped that in this room, that she loved and he didn't, that would help them find their middle ground. She wanted more than anything to finally experience someone else involved in her orgasm that wasn't in her mind.
"Bloody Hell!" He gripped her hips in the way he always did at his end. It wasn't quite how she liked it, and the first time she had felt ecstatic to have been the cause of his pleasure. Now though, she wanted some of that for herself. He groaned as she sat up, letting his limp cock slump onto his widely opened legs. He smiled, sitting up and putting his trousers back on. She tried to contain her dissatisfaction as he kissed her and thanked her, before skiving off to Merlin knows where. She assumed to take a nap, after all, she thought bitterly, he worked so hard.
That was how she found herself sitting alone, completely unsatisfied in the Black Library. She had tried to get herself off like normal after a less then fulfilling round of lovemaking with her boyfriend, but there was something holding her back. She let her hand ease between the lips of her cunt, finding the little Nub after using a cleaning charm to rid herself of the seed of her lover. Slowly circles with her thumb while she stretched herself with her ring and middle finger. Her free hand wrapped around her breast, kneading and pinching as she imagined a better encounter than she had ever gotten. Sometimes, she'd imagine more than one partner seeing to her pleasure. Her eyes were closed tight and she was lost in her imagination, that was likely why she didn't notice the door to the library close.
It wasn't until a deep male voice cleared his throat, that she was brought out of her thoughts, and began very aware of her legs, spread wide, skirt bunched on her waist exposing herself to the view of anyone who come into the room. Her hand had worked a few buttons loose, opening her shirt and exposing her breasts.
"Would you like some assistance, Kitten." There wasn't a question in his tone, his eyes racking over her very leud body with appreciation. She didn't answer, letting her eyes move down his own body, taking in the large bump at the zip of his trousers. Her hands had not stopped, playing with herself, as if they had a mind of their own. She bit her lip with a whimper when her thumb made a particularly hard press into her clit. She nodded, reach for him with her hand that had been giving her chest attention. He wrapped his fingers through her, easing easily to a kneeling position between her legs. She gasped in surprise as he lifted her hips, drawing her closer to the edge of her seat. "Can't leave such a pretty bird wanting." He brought both their hands to her thigh, slowly running his fingers across her skin, before hooking her knee. She pulled her hand free of his, and buried it into his hair.
She had imagined him as a lover so many times, Hermione wondered if she cast some spell to bring him to life in her frustration. Her leg was perched on his shoulder, opening her further to his gaze. Her hand between her legs, abandoned the endeavor, instead gripping the cushion as his tongue took the first swipe at her soaking and needy cunt. She groaned, her head falling back, as he took the little nub between his lips and sucked. It was almost unfair how quickly he made her come undone when her boyfriend and lover of months had never been able to. She could feel his smirk as he left open mouth kisses along her thigh, as his hand worked her through her orgasm, drawing it open until she was a puddle of satisfaction.
"More." She had surprised herself with the desire that dripped from her voice. She had never spoken to her lover in such a way. He eased back on his hunches, his hands still leaving slow grazes over the ripped tights. "Please Sirius." She was begging now. If he could do that with his mouth, she wanted to know what his cock would feel like inside her. He chuckled light, the tone sending more heat throughout her body. Hermione knew he'd likely be able to make her cum with just his voice.
"Such politeness, how could I deny you." There was humor to his voice as well as something else she couldn't place. He stood, still between her legs, and undid his trousers letting them fall to his bare feet, he was also without undergarments. He made a show of stepping out of them, kicking them away while pumping his cock with a free hand. Hermione couldn't help herself and jerked forward. She sighed as he wrapped his hand in her hair, letting her bob slowly on his. Her tongue running along the bottom of his shaft. "That's it, Love, a bit more." She hummed in approval as he seemed to harden further, deepening his reach down her throat.
She ran her hands up and down his rock-hard thighs, kneading the flesh and he fucked her mouth. She could feel herself dripping into her seat, soaking the fabric in her juices. She huffed in annoyance as he pulled her head away from him, returning to his position kneeling between her legs. Hermione moaned as he pressed her back, lining himself with her pulsing wet channel. He pulled his hand from her hair and gripped her on each of her thighs. She didn't need to be told what to do, as she gripped his shaft, pressing her hips forward so the tip entered her. Sirius let out a groan as he jerked his hips forward, burying himself fully inside her. Hermione's hands gripped his forearms to brace herself at the stretching burn. He was so much wider than her boyfriend, buried deeper than anyone before.
"So tight," Sirius listed all the wonderful traits he had for her quim. Hermione would have blushed at the words, if he hadn't whispered, asking her if she was ready for him to fuck her until she couldn't stand. She squirmed nodding with enthusiasm, instead. Sirius did exactly as he promised, his hands larger than her boyfriend's, kept her hips from participating, adding a level of frustration that had sent burns of pleasure through her brain. His pace was brutal, slamming into her over and over, his hands likely leaving bruises where they dug into her flesh. His face was by her ear and continued the onslaught of adjective between his breath leaving delicious warm on her neck. Hermione used his shoulders, to center herself as everything came to a peak. Her voice rang out into the library, filling the space, until Sirius reached his end as well.
Both gasping, Sirius pressed her more into the seat, holding her tightly, refusing to let his softening cock leave the warmth of her body. After a few moments of awkward, shifting, she was seated in his lap, half hardened cock, buried inside her. Sirius ran his fingers through her hair as she rested her head on his shoulder. Hermione let a deeply satisfied sigh, wiggling her hips to get him as deep as possible. Sirius wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her against him as he started massaging her scalp.
"Don't tell me, you're both spent?" Hermione jerked up and would have fallen to the floor, if not for Sirius's firm grip on her waist. She turned her head and locked eyes with Remus Lupin. He was wearing a pair of plait sleep wear only on his bottom half. His eyes were golden and blow wide. Hermione did quick math and started remembering the moon was tomorrow. Remus's smiled; his grin was toothy an obvious sign that the wolf had more control than usual. Hermione gasped in surprise as Remus kneeled in the position Sirius had just abandoned, threading his arms between her and Sirius, taking no time at all to squeeze her breaths in each hand. "How selfish pads; taking advantage of our little Hermione without me." He pressed his chest into her back, pining her to Sirius. Remus ran his tongue against her neck, leaving a thin layer of liquid before biting her softly.
"Fuck!" Hermione pressed back against Remus without thought, pleased to have herself at the mercy of the two remaining Marauders.
"I hadn't planned on it Moons." Sirius moved both hands to her hips, keep her from freeing him from her cunt. "She was all wound up, dripping for cock."
"Can't have that." Remus answered his friend, moving to kiss Hermione, who turned her head to glad accept the contact. She whimpered into his mouth as one hand remained at her breast, squeezing hard enough to hurt, while his only hand moved to her back and started it journey down. She pulled away in surprise, biting her lip and arching her back as best she could, as Remus slipped a finger into the pucker of her arse. "Bet she'd love being pressed between cocks." Sirius groaned, his cock growing inside her, clearly loving the idea. Hermione nodded her agreement, presenting herself to the werewolf without give Sirius's space to slip out. Remus hummed, pressing a second finger into her, with the addition of a lubrication charm. He was certain that there was enough leaking from her cunt, but more couldn't hurt. When a third finger joined in the fun, Hermione had enough of being still and started riding both Sirius mostly hardened cock, and Remus's fingers. Sirius smiled mischievously.
"Wonder what Ron will say, when his girl has black-haired babies." Remus chuckled at his friend's words, while Hermione attempted to glare, as she was getting ready to be fucked by two men.
"OH MY GOD YES!" Her words were punctuated with the rise and fall of her body, as she let the comment go and focused on her own pleasure. Sirius's let his head fall back, his hips trying to keep from thrusting until Hermione and Remus were ready. Remus seemed to have waited long enough, and replaced his fingers with his cock. The sound Hermione made had both men lose their barely contained control. She leaned back, wrapping one arm around Remus's neck, and her other hand gripping Sirius shirt, keeping both men as close as possible, as they rocked in and out of her, finding a pattern that felt good to them all. Hermione lost track of time, as she reached her peak again and again. She didn't notice when what remained of her clothes and theirs were vanished.
Remus bit down hard on her shoulder as he spilled himself into her arse. Sirius pulled her into a hard unyielding kiss, emptying himself a second time. The two men helped ease Hermione between them, her breath coming in tight little huffs as she got her breath under control.
"I get the whole wanting to roleplay, but why the fuck do you always have to bring Ron and my sexual incompatibility." Hermione glared at Sirius, who barked out a laugh, running his hand over her slightly swelling stomach.
"More realistic." Remus offered with a shrug. Hermione huffed, eyes darting between her two lovers, before sighing heavily. She was just over three months along, and the baby growing inside her was a comfort. She smiled as Remus's hand joined Sirius's. She leaned back, settling happily between them.
"Let's just try, like a general name, John or Sam." Hermione smiled as Remus pulled her legs into his lap, while Sirius shifted so she could lean against him. This was her favorite after care position. The only thing missing was a book. Sirius passed her the latest publication of Potions for Everyone. Hermione giggled as Sirius lit a wandless fire, and Remus transfigured a blanket out of the shirt Sirius had been wearing.
"Ron is a pretty common name." Sirius tried again.
"But a red-haired Ron?" Remus laughed and began rubbing her feet just right. The pregnancy had had minor problems at first, but the further along she got the worse her symptoms were. She feet were swollen every morning, and she threw up at the sight or smell of anything Lavender related, the flower not the person. Both Sirius and Remus agreed that the person likely had something to do with it.
"I'm not allowed to brag about knocking you up, this is all I get. Let me live!" Sirius let his head fall back in the true dramatic fashion he was known for. Hermione grumbled, but fought down a smile as he massaged her scalp just the way she like it.
"Fine." She relaxed into her happy time, secretly pleased, they were angry about her forgetting her potion once too often; her fingers spread out over her growing stomach. Sirius and Remus had taken her news of pregnancy like fish to water. Sirius had responded just as she expected, Remus however had been a surprise. She chalked it up to the reforms that she and Kingsley had managed to pass.
She smiled, the only thought in her mind before falling asleep, was "Life is good."
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A/n WARNINGS! Age and Cheating roleplay.
Once again this is not an ongoing story. There may be more chapters in the future, but no promises.
Thank you for reading!