Harmione One Shots

| Come Home pt. 2

Harry paused for a moment to take it all in. The sight of Hermione laid bare for him on their bed, her messy hair spread out on the pillow like a halo, the blush in her cheeks, her lips parted and reddened by how much she had bitten down on them in her ecstasy, her eyes glazed over. The peaks and valleys of her perfect body. He was aching with desire to the point that he felt he'd disintegrate if he didn't feel her around him, feel the slick drag of her around his cock.

And yet he simply stared at her for a few seconds, awestruck, as usual, that he had her, that she was his and always would be. Even years later, it boggled his mind. That he could make her look like she did now, that he could wrench those sounds from her that had driven him insane moments earlier.

"Please, Harry, just fuck me already," she whimpered.

"In a minute," he said. "I like looking at you."

"Oh?"

She trailed her hand down her body, cupping her breast tantalizingly on her way downwards, splaying her fingers when she reached her abdomen, and then stopping when she almost reached her clit.

"Don't stop. Keep going," he told her, darkly.

With a mischievous little smile, she shook her head. "Take your clothes off first. Then I'll continue."

A wide grin spread on Harry's face, and he stood up. "You're suddenly in the mood to tease me?"

She bit her lower lip and ran her tongue provocatively over the bite mark, her eyes glinting, darkened with arousal, and it made something inside Harry snap. It short circuited his brain and rearranged his synapses.

"You've been teasing me plenty," she said.

His hands flew to unbutton his shirt, and Hermione's hand moved closer to her engorged clit, the one Harry had sucked on with such gusto before. The traitorous quivering of his fingers gave away how utterly ravenous he was for her. He wanted to devour her, split her open, fuck her apart, take her with everything he had, so deeply that he would leave his mark on her very soul. After he undid the first three buttons, she placed two fingers on her clit. His mouth went completely dry. His mind was an utter and complete blank.

"Take your shirt off, Harry," she said, batting her eyelashes at him.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and undid the rest of the buttons, shrugging his shirt off and throwing it to the floor.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "You've been working out."

"Maybe," he said, running a hand through his hair instinctively, his ego bolstered by the way her eyes widened when they roved over his exposed body. "I had some pent-up tension to release."

"You don't say. I can't imagine what that's like."

Harry held her gaze when he unbuckled his belt and the sound of it made the breath catch in her throat. All those pretty little sounds she made... they would turn his brain to mush one day.

"Touch yourself for me, love."

Her eyes fluttered shut and she started circling her clit with light movements as he watched on, mesmerized. Unable to pry his eyes away from the way she applied pressure and released it, pleasuring herself, moaning so sweetly for him. Just for him. It did things to him that couldn't be put into words. He took off his belt, noticing the way she peeked at him when she heard the swishing sound, before she continued, dipping her fingers inside her cunt, deeply, deeply, and then taking them out, coated in her arousal.

"Suck on them," Harry blurted out, before he could stop himself.

"I wonder if you deserve it," she said, as she lifted her fingers to her lips, stopping short of putting them in her mouth.