AU! WARNING: PURE SMUT.

WRITTEN FOR QLFC, RESERVE LEAGUE

SEASON 7, ROUND 5

Beater 1: Dream Sequence Dimension: write about a dream that continued happening even after the character woke up.

WC: 1048

Theo stood in the shower, his arms wrapped around a petite waist. The steam of the hot water heated his skin, fogging up the glass door upon which a hand rested. His face was buried in wet curls, and the steady stream of water washed down his back, splashing onto the bathtub floor. He moaned when the woman wriggled around in his arms, her wet skin glistening in the dim lights of the bathroom.

"Hermione," he growled, surprised to hear how husky his voice was.

"Theo...I need you," she moaned out, stretching her arms behind her head to wrap them around his neck. She entwined her fingers and dragged his mouth down to her throat. Theo's teeth immediately caught the small patch of skin under her ear. She let out the most mouthwatering groan and arched her back, and his hard cock slid in between her thighs.

His name on her lips sounded so overwhelmingly sinful. Theo gripped her hips and whirled her around, his heart thundering in his ears, longing, yearning, aching for more.

Her brown eyes shone with mischief as she tightened her grip on his neck. And then, her mouth was on his, and he was drowning. Her nose bumped against his as she kissed him, her tongue shamelessly roving over his own. Droplets of water trickled down his nose and into their mouths, but Theo couldn't care less.

His hands slid up and down her back before cupping her arse. She gasped and wrapped her leg around his hips, and Theo's cock throbbed as it rubbed against her wetness.

"Hermione," Theo groaned into her mouth before dragging his mouth away. He nuzzled her shoulder, peppering hot kisses all over her skin. He began making his way down, worshipping her body with his lips and tongue, tracing every little scar. His tongue flicked over her nipples, and Hermione moaned, clinging, clawing, burying her nails into his shoulders.

The stinging pain excited Theo, spurring him on. She was just as into this as he was. His mouth enveloped her nipple and sucked as his hands slid down her belly and in between her legs.

"Theo, please, hurry," Hermione sobbed. Oh, how he loved it when she called out his name!

The moment Theo's fingers found her clit, he flicked it, and Hermione cried out and scratched his shoulders, shuddering in his arms. Theo tilted his head up and gazed at her in awe. Her wet hair clung to her cheeks as the rivulets of water streamed down her nose and dripped onto his face. Her eyes were clenched shut, and her lips were bruised with the force of his kisses.

"You're beautiful," Theo whispered, unable to stop himself. Her eyes snapped open, and Theo was drowning in her heated gaze. His fingers easily slid inside her tight heat, and he choked out, "I want to spend my life with you...I want you so much it hurts…I ache for you. My soul aches for you."

"Theo, I need you inside me. Please," Hermione gasped, her hand wrapping around his hard cock. Theo's fingers picked up the pace, and Hermione's head lolled back, just missing the tiles behind her.

Before she could clamp around his fingers, Theo pulled his hand away. She cried out in disappointment, "Theo, what are you—"

Theo stood up and shoved her up against the wall. He grabbed her hair with one hand to steady her and wrapped her leg around his hip. She gasped, and her pupils blew up, darkening her eyes to pitch black as his mouth descended on hers. She tugged his cock closer, and he…

Something hot spilt down his thigh, and Theo's eyes snapped open, his hips instinctively thrusting up into a hot mouth. He gasped as he looked down and found a familiar head of curls bobbing up and down. Hermione's eyes glimmered with mischief as she traced her tongue down his shaft, licking the remnants of his arousal.

Theo dropped his head onto the pillow. "I could get used to this," he whispered, his heart pounding as the images of his realistic dream flashed through his mind.

Hermione's mouth left his dick with a soft pop, and she slid up his body and straddled his hips. She lowered herself onto her elbows, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hard. She slid up and down Theo's cock, her lips tracing over his throat, and the rush of ecstasy flooded every nerve of his body. Grabbing his cock and rubbing it against her slit, Hermione lowered her mouth to his ear and, in the most sensual tone he had ever heard, she murmured, "You were dreaming of something dirty, weren't you, Theo?"

His heartbeat reverberated in his ears at the sound of his name. It was such a simple action, yet it had the most profound effect on him. A primal need to make her scream his name over and over again coursed through him.

Her hair was dry, unlike in his dream, but Theo didn't care. He fisted his hands in it, dragged her head back, and in one smooth move, he had her pinned underneath him. Her needy gasp and arch of her back told him all he needed to know. He thrust inside her without hesitation.

She was hot and tight and so fucking wet.

"Theo," she gasped, her fingers clawing at his skin and drawing blood. It trickled down his shoulder, but he didn't care.

He had never before heard his name spoken with such need, such lust, such ecstasy. His brain short-circuited, and his nerves were set on fire. Sweat beaded on his temple as he bit her lower lip in his haste to hear his name falling from her lips again. He knew he wouldn't last long inside her.

He gripped her hips tighter, and she crossed her ankles over his back. The angle allowed him to slide in even deeper, and he sped up his wild thrusts. The moment her body squeezed down on his cock, Theo was done for. A snarl escaped his lips as his body spasmed, his cock threatening to explode.

Theo fell on top of her, his limbs weak, and exhaustion creeping up on him. "I should move," he muttered, but Hermione wrapped her legs tighter around him.

"No way. We're just getting started," Hermione said, clenching around Theo's limp cock.

He smirked.