Harmione One Shots

The Apron

Summary: Hermione was definitely right about how hot Harry would look wearing her apron and nothing else.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to Anonymous on Ao3

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Hermione was, as was so often the case these days, getting fucked. She was face-down on the couch, Harry above her, his oversized cock slamming in and out of her cunt with breathtaking speed and force. Literally breathtaking, as her breathing was having trouble keeping up with the force pushing the air back out of her lungs.

Fuck, she loved shagging him.

That first day, beginning with the accident in the shower, had been a revelation. They shagged four times, and then another three times after waking up together the following morning. From there, they just kept going, as shagging was much more pleasant than fruitless research about horcruxes.

Basically, she was suddenly having way more sex than she ever could have imagined just a couple weeks ago.

She cried out as he somehow managed to thrust even deeper within her. Considering how deep he already went, the fact that he could occasionally get even deeper was nothing short of miraculous.

They should have started doing this a long, long time ago.

As his movements grew more erratic, signaling the approach of the end, his fingers dropped to her clit. He had gotten really good at playing her body like an instrument over these past several days, and it took only seconds for him to get her screaming and clenching violently around him as she came. This was quickly followed by him unleashing a torrent of hot liquid into her.

She was particularly learning to love that part, the feeling of his seed invading her protected womb. There was never as much of it as there had been that first time, considering how much they were shagging, but there was still always enough to fill her with that delicious heat.

With one last moan, she fell flush onto the couch, and his weight became a pleasant blanket for a few seconds before he slipped out of her and rolled off. They lay side-by-side, enjoying the afterglow that was always present no matter how many times they did this.

At least until his stomach growled, causing her to giggle. "Hungry?"

"Apparently." He got up, not bothering to put anything on as he went over to their little kitchenette. She wasn't sure if he even had any clothes in the vicinity. As she had suggested in the shower, the tent had become clothing-optional, and they spent quite a lot of time naked or very nearly such. The only time either of them fully dressed was for a supply run or when one of them occasionally decided to take watch for a bit.

She lay there for a bit longer, enjoying his warmth until it faded too much, and then got up. She slipped on her underwear but nothing else, and followed him across the tent.

She was, it turned out, very correct about how hot he looked wearing her apron and nothing else. He had a fantastic arse, and she delighted in having long opportunities to stare at it while he stood at the stove. And then, of course, there was the bulge in the front of the apron when he turned towards her, highlighting the part of him that filled her up so delightfully.

She came up behind him, kissing the back of his shoulder as her hands immediately found his lovely arse. She kneaded his glutes, drawing a chuckle from him.

"Are you going to let me cook?"

"Just eat me instead."

"I'll have you for dessert. But you're not quite as filling as a meal."