Dot-to-Dot - 1/1 - Adult - Bill/Hermione
Title: Dot-to-Dot (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Bill was bored, despite the fact that they were both completely naked and he was tied to the bed. Bill/Hermione.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #16: magic.
Word Count: 1048.
Her tongue peeked out between her lips as her eyes darted alternatively between the book on her lap and his chest. Bill sighed, bored despite the fact that they were both completely naked and he was tied to the bed. By anyone else’s standards, they should have been having a fantastic time.
But Hermione was reading.
“Are you finished yet?” he asked, not feeling particularly aroused, even though Hermione’s breasts were tantalisingly close and she didn’t seem to have any trouble getting turn on by the situation; he could smell it in the air. Then again, there was something about Hermione and books, and he was sure that she’d never be able to disassociate books from that time he had spanked her with Hogwarts, a History. Or that time he’d fucked her in the National Wizarding Library.
Bill tried to relax and think of the smell of old books and arousal. The way Hermione licked her lips as her eyes met his was enough to get a little something stirring (not that Bill was little, as he would hastily point out), but his arms were starting to ache and that wasn’t the slightest bit arousing.
Hermione smiled slyly, drawing the quill along his chest. “Nearly,” she promised as Bill shivered slightly when the quill gently scratched his skin. He raised his head to look at the patterns that she had drawn on his chest in rich, black ink.
“You’re not just doing dot-to-dot with my freckles, are you?”
She laughed, cheeks turning a little pink. “Not today. It’s a spell. It should… well, you’ll see what it’ll do. Just a couple more symbols.”
Bill closed his eyes as the quill moved over his skin. The moment she removed the quill, he gasped; his whole body felt as though it was tingling all over. He let out a shuddering breath, his cock quickly hardening. “Fuck.” He looked down again, to see his erection standing up proudly as if to say, ‘fuck me now’.
Hermione, who had closed her book, smiled at him. “That feels good, yes?”
He nodded mutely, wishing that his hands weren’t tied or that she would touch him. Any boredom he had been experiencing was well and truly gone and had been replaced by what felt like pure and relentless lust.
“Good. It’s meant to make it last longer, too.” Hermione moved so that she was straddling his legs. Her breasts swayed temptingly as she moved, making Bill strain against his bonds in an attempt to touch her.
Bill gritted his teeth, the feel of her bare skin against his already driving him wild; she wasn’t even touching him anywhere in particular. “Are you saying I don’t last long enough for you?” he asked roughly, only coherent enough to be slightly offended.
Hermione leant forward, kissing him gently: her kiss was red hot and Bill practically felt his cock twitch. It touched Hermione’s belly as she leaned over him and Bill struggled more, trying to get some friction. “I’ve got no complaints,” she told him, kissing the side of his mouth.
Bill actually whimpered, but he was too aroused to think straight or even be embarrassed by the sound he made. “Good,” he said in strained tones as Hermione started to kiss down his chest, lips moving over the symbols she had drawn and the sensation going straight to his cock. Hermione’s hair was loose and it brushed against his sides, making his breath catch in his chest.
He bit down hard on his lip as Hermione took the head of his cock into her mouth, a hot, wet heaven that had Bill groaning and arching his back. He whined impatiently, wanting more and rocking his hips. Hermione slowly licked the underside of his cock, looking up at him through dark eyelashes as she swirled her tongue around the head.
Then, to his utmost dismay and disappointment, Hermione removed her mouth and Bill let out a breath that he didn’t know he had been holding. “You’re not just going to fucking tease me all night, are you?”
She grinned at him. “That sounds fun.”
“No,” he ground out, “it doesn’t.”
Hermione licked her lips and started to crawl up in, tracing her fingers over the symbols on his chest. She positioned herself above him, just barely rubbing her wet cunt against his cock. Bill struggled restlessly, wanting nothing more than to thrust into that wet heat and fuck her until she was too sore to move.
She sank down onto him, taking him inside her in an excruciatingly slowly manner. Every so often, she would clench around him, biting her lip as she did so. Bill groaned, trying to thrust up into her but, when he did so, Hermione moved back and repeated what she was doing.
“You’re trying to kill me,” Bill told her in a groan.
Hermione let out a shuddering breath, covered in a fine sheen of sweat from exertion. Bill was sure he must look the same, and he vaguely wondered if the spell that she had put on him was affecting her, too. She finally sank down onto him completely and Bill let out a throaty groan, pushing his hips up towards her. Hermione rode him hard, her fingers gripping his arms for leverage.
“Oh, fuck. Yes.” Whatever the hell this spell was, there was no doubt in Bill’s mind that he was going to be using it on Hermione in the very near future.
Hermione was panting as she clenched around him, holding him on the edge of coming for what felt like an eternity. Bill couldn’t concentrate on anything but the feel of her, everything else just fading into a blur, a haze of lust and fuck, yes, harder.
He feel apart with a shuddering groan, Hermione rocking above him as she rode out his orgasm. She whimpered and came a few moments later, lying on top of him in a boneless heap.
“How… how long does this spell last?” Bill managed to choke out, already feeling the first stirrings of arousal again. He whimpered slightly as Hermione shifted, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.
“Until you wash it off.” Hermione blinked. “It’s a bit more intense than I thought it would be.”
“Yes,” Bill agreed weakly. “It was.”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Bill was bored, despite the fact that they were both completely naked and he was tied to the bed. Bill/Hermione.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #16: magic.
Word Count: 1048.
Her tongue peeked out between her lips as her eyes darted alternatively between the book on her lap and his chest. Bill sighed, bored despite the fact that they were both completely naked and he was tied to the bed. By anyone else’s standards, they should have been having a fantastic time.
But Hermione was reading.
“Are you finished yet?” he asked, not feeling particularly aroused, even though Hermione’s breasts were tantalisingly close and she didn’t seem to have any trouble getting turn on by the situation; he could smell it in the air. Then again, there was something about Hermione and books, and he was sure that she’d never be able to disassociate books from that time he had spanked her with Hogwarts, a History. Or that time he’d fucked her in the National Wizarding Library.
Bill tried to relax and think of the smell of old books and arousal. The way Hermione licked her lips as her eyes met his was enough to get a little something stirring (not that Bill was little, as he would hastily point out), but his arms were starting to ache and that wasn’t the slightest bit arousing.
Hermione smiled slyly, drawing the quill along his chest. “Nearly,” she promised as Bill shivered slightly when the quill gently scratched his skin. He raised his head to look at the patterns that she had drawn on his chest in rich, black ink.
“You’re not just doing dot-to-dot with my freckles, are you?”
She laughed, cheeks turning a little pink. “Not today. It’s a spell. It should… well, you’ll see what it’ll do. Just a couple more symbols.”
Bill closed his eyes as the quill moved over his skin. The moment she removed the quill, he gasped; his whole body felt as though it was tingling all over. He let out a shuddering breath, his cock quickly hardening. “Fuck.” He looked down again, to see his erection standing up proudly as if to say, ‘fuck me now’.
Hermione, who had closed her book, smiled at him. “That feels good, yes?”
He nodded mutely, wishing that his hands weren’t tied or that she would touch him. Any boredom he had been experiencing was well and truly gone and had been replaced by what felt like pure and relentless lust.
“Good. It’s meant to make it last longer, too.” Hermione moved so that she was straddling his legs. Her breasts swayed temptingly as she moved, making Bill strain against his bonds in an attempt to touch her.
Bill gritted his teeth, the feel of her bare skin against his already driving him wild; she wasn’t even touching him anywhere in particular. “Are you saying I don’t last long enough for you?” he asked roughly, only coherent enough to be slightly offended.
Hermione leant forward, kissing him gently: her kiss was red hot and Bill practically felt his cock twitch. It touched Hermione’s belly as she leaned over him and Bill struggled more, trying to get some friction. “I’ve got no complaints,” she told him, kissing the side of his mouth.
Bill actually whimpered, but he was too aroused to think straight or even be embarrassed by the sound he made. “Good,” he said in strained tones as Hermione started to kiss down his chest, lips moving over the symbols she had drawn and the sensation going straight to his cock. Hermione’s hair was loose and it brushed against his sides, making his breath catch in his chest.
He bit down hard on his lip as Hermione took the head of his cock into her mouth, a hot, wet heaven that had Bill groaning and arching his back. He whined impatiently, wanting more and rocking his hips. Hermione slowly licked the underside of his cock, looking up at him through dark eyelashes as she swirled her tongue around the head.
Then, to his utmost dismay and disappointment, Hermione removed her mouth and Bill let out a breath that he didn’t know he had been holding. “You’re not just going to fucking tease me all night, are you?”
She grinned at him. “That sounds fun.”
“No,” he ground out, “it doesn’t.”
Hermione licked her lips and started to crawl up in, tracing her fingers over the symbols on his chest. She positioned herself above him, just barely rubbing her wet cunt against his cock. Bill struggled restlessly, wanting nothing more than to thrust into that wet heat and fuck her until she was too sore to move.
She sank down onto him, taking him inside her in an excruciatingly slowly manner. Every so often, she would clench around him, biting her lip as she did so. Bill groaned, trying to thrust up into her but, when he did so, Hermione moved back and repeated what she was doing.
“You’re trying to kill me,” Bill told her in a groan.
Hermione let out a shuddering breath, covered in a fine sheen of sweat from exertion. Bill was sure he must look the same, and he vaguely wondered if the spell that she had put on him was affecting her, too. She finally sank down onto him completely and Bill let out a throaty groan, pushing his hips up towards her. Hermione rode him hard, her fingers gripping his arms for leverage.
“Oh, fuck. Yes.” Whatever the hell this spell was, there was no doubt in Bill’s mind that he was going to be using it on Hermione in the very near future.
Hermione was panting as she clenched around him, holding him on the edge of coming for what felt like an eternity. Bill couldn’t concentrate on anything but the feel of her, everything else just fading into a blur, a haze of lust and fuck, yes, harder.
He feel apart with a shuddering groan, Hermione rocking above him as she rode out his orgasm. She whimpered and came a few moments later, lying on top of him in a boneless heap.
“How… how long does this spell last?” Bill managed to choke out, already feeling the first stirrings of arousal again. He whimpered slightly as Hermione shifted, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.
“Until you wash it off.” Hermione blinked. “It’s a bit more intense than I thought it would be.”
“Yes,” Bill agreed weakly. “It was.”