Harry's fingers twitched as he unbuttoned his shirt. Each movement was painstakingly slow, he couldn't tell if it was by his own doing or his ever building nerves. He could feel her eyes on him. Her gaze was burning through his skin, peeling back his carefully built up walls and stripping him bare for her to toy with. All without saying a word. It was almost intimidating.
Harry slid his shirt off of his body, letting it fall to the ground without a care. He tried not to look into her eyes despite the overwhelming urge to. He forced the feeling away, pushing it down until it was nothing but a passing thought. He kept his head down as he was told, staring intensely at his own feet.
Hermione smiled, watching Harry carefully undress himself. She crossed one of her legs over the other, tilting her head to try and look into his eyes. She felt warmth spread through her chest when he kept his eyes trained on the floor.
' Such a good boy. ' She hummed to herself, smile going wide.
Hermione stayed silent, almost immediately picking up on his nervous behavior. She wondered what was bothering him, but didn't ask. She knew that conversation would come later. Because that was their routine, when life became too much for Harry, Hermione would be there. She would tear him apart until he was nothing but an emotionally vulnerable, sobbing mess. Then, like clockwork, she would gently put him back together, soft words and kisses that overwhelmed him until he was whole once more.
It was their dynamic, how they worked so smoothly together, like a well oiled machine. Keeping each other sane while driving each other insane. Hermione craved control while Harry desperately needed to let go. Their relationship worked well for them both.
They didn't do this often, per say. Harry was far from sexually active or really attracted to anyone. He wasn't keen on fucking like mad whenever his life was weighing down him. But occasionally, when everything was just a little too much, Hermione was there with a sweet smile and several ways to clear Harry's mind.
Hermione noticed Harry seemingly trapped in his own mind, subconsciously struggling with his belt buckle. His fingers fumbled and he bit down on his lip, face contorting into a look of pure annoyance. She would have laughed if not for the fact that she knew Harry was already upset. About what, she didn't know yet, but she didn't want to make it worse.
She reached out, frowning as he flinched away from her touch. She gave him a stern look, placing her hand over his. She tapped his hand twice, a silent command that he followed immediately. He straightened his back, placing his hands by his side. Hermione smiled, nodding slowly as she removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants.
"Continue, get on the bed when you're done." Hermione gave him a smile, their eyes finally locking. Harry shivered, nodding quickly.
Hermione stood up, bending down to pick up his shirt. She buttoned it up again, purposely giving him more time to undress. She walked over to the small table in Harry's room that was covered with papers with random doodles and words on them. She pretended to be interested in the random sketches, keeping her back to him.
Harry's shoulders sagged as he kicked his dress pants away. Her leisure behavior calmed his nerves somewhat but he still felt on edge. He slid his boxers off, quietly watching as Hermione placed the shirt on the chair in front of his table.
Harry felt awkward now. No matter how many times they've done this, he always does when he's the only one without clothes on. He clambered onto the bed, crossing his legs and sticking his hands between his legs to cover himself. He already felt embarrassment coursing through his veins.
Hermione finally turned around, giving Harry a sweet smile. She reached up to undo her tie, sliding it from around her neck as she approached the bedside. Hermione grabbed her wand, glancing at Harry.
"I'm going to tie your hands above your head, is that okay?" Hermione asked softly, reaching out to caress his cheek. Harry took a deep breath, nodded gingerly.
Hermione didn't move, only raising an eyebrow. "Words pet, you know better."
Harry blinked, eyes going wide. "Sorry. Yes, I'm okay with you binding my wrist." Harry muttered, throwing a sheepish smile her way. Hermione's smile broadened, leaning down to kiss his cheek.
"Good, good. Now, give me your safeword sweet boy." Hermione sighed, reaching up to grab his chin, tilting his head upwards. She kissed his jaw, gently coaxing him to speak.
Harry shuddered, the fabric of the tie still bunched in her hand brushing against his throat. For a second he considered asking her to tie it around his neck instead, a makeshift collar. But he shook that thought away, taking another deep breath.
"Lumos." Harry breathed, squeezing his eyes shut. Hermione placed a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away, placing her wand back on his bedside table.
Hermione gently pushed Harry backwards until he was laying on his back. She hovered above him, gesturing for Harry to hand her his hands. He pressed his wrist together, offering his hands to her. Hermione sat back, settling herself in his lap, grabbing both of his wrist. She carefully wrapped her tie around his wrist, muttering a spell under her breath.
Harry sighed, attempting to relax against the cool sheets beneath him. Harry felt his stomach twist, unsure if it was the feeling of her skirt brushing against his cock or the tie tightening around his wrist by itself. He closed his eyes, choosing to focus on Hermione's hands as they wandered.
Hermione ran her hands down his chest, squeezing the soft flesh of his chest. Harry made a small noise, embarrassment pulsing through his skin. "It's like you have tits." Hermione hummed, fighting her smile as Harry gasped, eyes shooting open..
"Don't say that!" Harry seethed, cheeks heating. He bit the inside of his cheek as his cock twitched beneath her, he quietly hoped that she didn't notice.
"Why not? It's true." Hermione tilted her head, grinning cheekily. She squeezed his chest again, purposefully grinding against his cock. Harry's head fell back, a loud groan rumbling in his throat.
Hermione leant down, kissing Harry's exposed throat. She kissed up his throat, mouthing along his jaw before pressing her lips against his own. Harry huffed, wriggling beneath her as she against his cock. She moaned softly as her own heat pulsed, grinding hard in his lap.
Harry's hips jerked, arms flexing above his head. His body felt like it was on fire, embarrassment and arousal twisting in his stomach so quickly it nearly made him dizzy. Hermione's smaller body held him down, the fabric of her clothing felt uncomfortable against his skin. She ran her fingers along the underside of his arms, smiling as he trembled beneath her.
Hermione sat up slowly, smiling down at the man beneath her. Harry already looked a mess, his glasses crooked and his hair messier than normal. He was breathing heavily, every shaky breath rattling through his chest.
He stared up at her with wide glossy eyes, giving her slow owlish blinks. Hermione cooed, the look of innocence and naivete on his face making her chest feel warm. She brushed her finger against his cheek, cooing again as he nuzzled her hand.
Harry whined impatiently, attempting to press his steadily hardening cock against her once more. He knew what she wanted. Hermione loved to tease him until he cried. Until he was nothing but a desperate mess of pleads and whimpers, only clinging to her until his mind was steady again.
He wouldn't get what he wanted until she got what she wanted. That's how they play.
"You're so pretty. Absolutely beautiful." Hermione hummed, brushing her thumb across his lips. Harry smiled softly, turning his head slightly.
"Thank you." He whispered. Hermione hummed, reaching down to grip the hem of her sweater. She pulled the wooly fabric above her head, pretending she didn't notice the way Harry's eyes followed her movement. She couldn't fight the smile as his cock twitched against her.
She threw her shirt to the side, not caring where it landed. She pulled at her bra straps, purposely making her breasts bounce. She snickered as Harry's eyes followed.
She leant down again, pressing their chest together. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, reaching up to run her finger against his jaw. "Mm..you smell nice." She whispered, kissing his heated skin.
She steadied her hands against his chest, pushing herself down his body with a teasing smile. Harry shuddered as she slotted herself between his thighs, pushing them open with little to no resistance.
Hermione squeezed his thighs, digging her nails into the plush flesh. "You have an amazing body love." She whispered, kissing his stomach. Harry's breath caught in his throat, fingers flexing.
She moved one of her hands, finally, finally, wrapping her hand around his cock. Harry's back arched, a loud gasp ripping from his throat. Hermione's hand felt like ice against his dripping length, a cold liquid dripping down his cock as she wrapped her fingers around him. He could barely wonder when she grabbed lube or conjured it herself. He twitched harshly in her hand, small beads of precum rolling down her fingers.
"You're soaking, I thought I was the girl." Hermione giggled, kissing the tip of his cock. Harry grumbled, flinching when she dug her nails harder into his skin.
Hermione peered up at him, watching as his chest rose and fell rapidly. She began slowly stroking his cock, moving to leave small bites and kisses along his stomach and thighs.
"Remember," She muttered against his skin, squeezing the base of his cock. "Tell me when you're close."
Harry wanted to argue, but he knew better. Instead he tried to push himself up, giving Hermione a weak nod. She frowned, squeezing around him again. Harry groaned, swallowing the lump in his throat.
"I'm sorry. I'll tell you." He muttered, the words making his skin burn.
Hermione's lips quirked upwards, "Good boy!" She said all too enthusiastically. Harry didn't mind her happy tone, more focused on how the praise made him feel. His mind was heavy, the need to cum being pushed away by the need to please Hermione. He wanted to be her good boy, just for tonight.
Hermione's hand began moving once more. Each tug sent overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing over Harry's body. He nearly choked on his own spit when Hermione pressed her thumb against the tip of his cock.
Her brown eyes shimmered with amusement everytime Harry choked on a whine. Her gaze was eating away at his skin, picking him apart piece by piece. He wouldn't hesitate to admit he loved the feeling.
Harry gasped, trying to pull his hands apart. His stomach twisted, his release nearly catching him off guard. " Fuck! I'm close-Hermione, please!" His back snapped away from the bed, thighs closing around her body. Hermione squeaked as his legs closed around her. He chuckled breathlessly, ignoring the glare she sent his way. She pushed his legs apart, biting thigh before sitting up straight.
She settled on her knees, pulling his thighs onto her own. Her skirt tickled his skin, causing him to subconsciously wiggle away from the touch. Hermione tutted, reaching out to grip his hips. She pulled him flush against her, lifting his hips off the bed slightly.
"You should let me fuck you one day Harry. You'd look pretty on my cock." Hermione sighed, leaning forward to place a kiss on Harry's lips, spreading his legs further. She wrapped her hand around his cock once more, stroking lazily.
He felt humiliated. The hand around his cock, her words, and their current position sent a thrill up his spine. His arms flexed, going tense above his hand. It was almost uncomfortable, but he still craved Hermione's approval so he didn't complain.
Harry shuddered as Hermione pulled away, a shaking gasp catching in his throat. She moved down his body again, pressing her breasts against his throbbing cock.
Hermione gripped his thighs, leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock. She glanced up at him, giving his thighs a squeeze. "Are you okay?" She asked softly, tilting her head.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Harry gasped, nodding along. Hermione smiled, muttering ' Good boy' into his skin. Harry pressed his face into the pillow the best he could, sighing as his hair fell into his face.
Hermione watched him for a few seconds longer before, without saying a word, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. She licked over his slit, groaning at the salty taste.
Harry's hips jerked, managing to push a few inches into her mouth. Hermione took a deep breath through her nose, squeezing her eyes shut. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. She swirled her tongue, humming quietly.
Harry shuddered, tugging harder at his restraints. He paused however when the sound of fabric ripping reached his ears. He cursed, reminding himself to buy her a new tie later.
A harsh sound ripped from Harry's throat as Hermione swallowed him whole, throat flexing around his length. Hermione reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear when it fell into her face.
Harry covered his face, smashing his wrist against his nose. His breath quickened as Hermione once again drove him closer and closer to the edge. " Hermione -again 'M close again." Harry whimpered, desperation clouding his mind.
Hermione chuckled around him, pressing her tongue against the underside of his cock. She dragged her tongue against him as she pulled away, her lips swollen and glistening.
Hermione stood up, stretching her arms over her head. She listened to Harry's labored breathing as she slid her skirt down her legs. She turned towards him when she felt his eyes on her, giving him a teasing smile. "Can you sit up for me? Or do you need help?" She asked. Harry shook his head, pulling his arms in front of him before pushing himself up, letting out a huff.
Harry leant against the headboard, still watching Hermione undress. She unhooked her bra, sliding it off her body and letting it fall to the floor. She wiggled her hips purposefully as she slid her knickers off, kicking them, along with her skirt, away from her.
Harry watched as she turned to face him, placing her hands on her hips. "You look beautiful." He breathed, closing his eyes as she caressed his cheek.
She placed herself in his lap, leaning down to kiss his lips. "Thank you my sweet dove." She whispered when she pulled away, her lips hovering above his.
Harry whined, a feeling of happiness spreading through his chest at the petname. Out of all the sweet names Hermione called Harry during these moments, ' Sweet Dove ' always made him feel so special.
Hermione grinned, pushing herself into a seating position. "If you're good, I'll let you cum this time." She purred, massaging his shoulders. Harry nodded eagerly, shaking his hair into his face.
Hermione laughed, brushing his hair from his face. She pulled lightly, smiling as Harry took a shaky breath. Hermione raised her hips, reaching behind her to grab his cock. Hermione looked at Harry, raising an eyebrow.
"Ready?" She whispered, gently stroking his cock. Harry nodded, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. Hermione smiled down at him, pressing his cock against her cunt, whining as he twitched against her.
She lowered herself with a deep sigh, eyes fluttering shut. Harry groaned beneath her, hands flexing between their bodies. Hermione pressed her forehead against his. Hermione could feel the sweat rolling down his forehead, mixing with her own.
Hermione's eyes rolled as their hips connected. She lurched forward, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. She felt like her breath was being punched from her throat as she tried to relax around him. No matter how many times they've done this, Harry still felt unbearably large when she didn't prepare herself beforehand.
Hermione took a shaky breath, wrapping her arms around Harry's shoulders. Harry pressed his cheek against hers, nuzzling her face in an attempt to comfort her.
"Can you untie my arms Mione? I can take care of you now." Harry whispered, blowing against her ear. Hermione shuddered, whining quietly.
"Mmh…just..give me a minute." She breathed, rolling her hips. Harry groaned, tugging at the fabric again. She muttered something against his skin, arms still wrapped tightly around him. Harry felt the tie loosen around his wrist and he pulled his arms apart.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing her ass with a soft smile. Hermione gasped, weakly slapping his arm.
"You took such good care of me today Hermione." Harry murmured, kissing her shoulder.
Hermione raised her hips, shuddering as Harry's cock dragged along her walls. "Oh fuck…"
Harry followed her pace, keeping her steady as she fell apart on top of him. Harry let one of his hands slide up her back, grabbing the back of her neck. Hermione keened as he squeezed her hips, keeping her still. Harry's hips snapped upwards, meeting her halfway.
Hermione's legs strained, a sharp pain shooting up her spine. Harry noticed the pained groan and stopped, holding her still when she tried to roll her hips.
"You okay?" Harry asked dumbly, feeling a bit nervous as Hermione glared at him.
"I'm fine, my thighs just hurt. Keep moving." She sighed, laying on his chest. Harry nodded, but didn't move immediately as Hermione requested.
Hermione opened her mouth to ask what he was doing but was stopped by Harry pushing her backwards. She groaned as her back touched the sheets beneath her, his cock still seated firmly inside of her.
" Oh!" She gasped, eyes going wide. She scrambled to reach for something, anything, as Harry's cock pressed deep inside of her. Harry smiled down at her, running his hand down her thighs. He leant forward, nearly folding Hermione in half, her knees almost pressing against her shoulders.
Harry kissed her throat, intertwining their hands. Hermione sobbed, eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her ears were ringing, body overheating so quickly she was sure she would pass out.
The switch, probably her favorite part of all of this. When she finally let Harry take control, do what he pleased while still listening to her earlier commands. He was such an angel. Her good little dove.
The first pull in their new position made Hermione's mind go blank. He pulled out slowly, painstakingly so. Then he pushed back in with ease. The slow relaxed pace was driving her wild. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.
" Faster!" She gasped, trying to push herself against his cock. Harry nodded, pressing his forehead against her own. His pace increased, jolting her body with every thrust.
Harry let one of her hands fall as he pulled back, dragging Hermione back with him. He sat back on his knees, spreading his legs slightly. The new angle made her cry out, squeezing his hand so hard it almost hurt.
It felt like the air was being fucked out of her lungs. Her body thrummed with ecstasy, twisting in her stomach as her orgasm approached rapidly.
Harry held her down with ease as she writhed, crying out deliriously. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to keep himself put together. Make her cum first. He knew that. But his edge was speeding towards him, threatening to crash over his body with little to no warning.
Harry released a relieved sigh when Hermione sobbed, "Close! Close- ah ! So fucking close!"
Harry ran his hand over her stomach, marveling at how small she was beneath him. Her sweat soaked skin glistened beneath his hand as he pressed down, smiling wide as her back arched.
" Oh my god!" Hermione wailed, squeezing around him as he fucked her through her orgasm. Harry shuddered, slowing his movements. The throbbing of his cock was almost painful.
Hermione took several deep breaths, reaching towards Harry. He leant down, nuzzling her neck as she wrapped her arms around him. "Come on sweet boy, cum for me." She whispered, kissing his forehead.
Harry whined, fucking into Hermione's heat desperately. She closed her eyes, whispering sweet praises into his ear as his hips stuttered to a stop, spilling into her with a quiet groan.
Hermione laughed breathlessly as Harry collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, carefully running her fingers through his hair.
"Are you okay Harry?" She asked softly, pulling his hair into a makeshift ponytail. Harry nodded, propping himself up on his forearms.
"I'm great Mione. Thank you." He hummed, nose twitching when she let his hair fall back into his face. Hermione sighed, eyes dropping.
Harry settled on top of her, knowing he would be there for a moment.
Because that was their routine. Hermione was always the first one to fall asleep after their little rendezvous. She's always had trouble sleeping, working so much has messed up her once pristine sleep schedule. Harry was fine with being that weight she needed to lull herself to sleep.
She helped him so much. He helped her. They were there for each other. It's how they've been for years, best friends and fuckbuddies. It was how they worked so well together.
It was simple in Harry's mind. He didn't have a partner of his own, not that he wanted one. But he did have a best friend who was more than willing to help him in his time of need.