Warnings: [Use of toys, Dom!Hermione x Sub!reader, praise, mommy kink, cunnilingus, overstim]
!! Everything is safe and consentual, safeword is in place !!
Hermione was usually the submissive one in your sex life, sometimes you two would spice things up and switch. This was one of those days, your hands were tightly tied to the headboard while she teasingly dragged the vibrator over your throbbing clit. ''Please, 'Mione.'' You breathed, slightly bucking your hips.
Hermione obliged, putting it gently on your clit, whispering words of praise to you. You squirmed under her, desperate for release. ‘’Calm down pretty girl.’’ She cooed in your ear, still holding the vibrator on your clit, she bent down to swipe her middle finger through your folds, making you moan out.
Hermione tutted, her fingers leaving your folds. ‘’Stay still.’’ She reprimanded, lightly tracing her fingertips along your hipbones, going down to your heat again. Her feathery touch and the vibrators intense buzz felt like heaven.
Hermione bent down, kissing your stomach lightly while still holding the vibrator to your throbbing clit. ‘’More, please.’’ You whined out, trying to grab Hermione but she grabbed your wrists with the unoccupied hand. She pinned your wrists above you ‘’Why are you not behaving?’’ She asked, frustrated. ‘’But, ‘M aching mommy.’’ You whined out at the girl. Hermione leaned down to give you a kiss, her soft lips worked against yours.
‘‘Please, let me cum.’‘ You begged, a string of incoherent pleas left your mouth. ‘‘Let go f’me.’‘ Hermione replied, your vision blurring out as your orgasm washed over you hard.
It took a few seconds to come back from your high, Hermione had already begun working your clit with her tongue again ‘’No more!’’ You whined out from the overstimulation. Hermione held your hips down as she brought you to your second orgasm.
As you came down from your high, Hermione was already wrapping you into the comforter, snuggling up beside you. ‘’I love you princess, did so good f’me.’’ She said as she hugged you close.
A/N: This is really bad, but I have no motivation and it’s really hard for me to write (Writers block can die pls)
You made the bet in the beginning of the first year.
‘‘Hey Hermione,’‘ you said, walking faster to be able to walk next to her. ‘‘How long do you think it will take Harry to figure out there is a spell to fix his eyesight?’‘
Hermione gniffled, looking at you from the corner of her eyes.
‘‘Knowing Harry?’‘ She said. ‘‘Probably a year or two, given or taken.’‘
‘‘Really?’‘ You asked, smirking. ‘‘You are that positive?’‘
She shrugged. ‘‘What do you think then?’‘
‘‘Kwoing Harry? Probably not even at the end of the seventh year,’‘ you snickered.
The war was over. It was done. Voldemort had been defeated, just as the remaining Death Eaters. The battle was won. And Harry still hadn’t figured out he could simply fix his eyesight with a spell.
You were surprised when you felt a slender hand on your shoulder. Turning around, your eyes met those of Hermione, who signed to Harry with a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. ‘‘I guess this means you win,’‘ she said. You smirked when you remembered you bet of all those years ago. Looking at Harry, who was standing a few metres away from you, you sighted.
‘‘Should we tell him?’‘
‘‘We could... or we could just make another bet to see how many years it will take him from now.
You laughed, casuing Harry to shot a strange look at you two, only causing you to laugh harder.
‘‘You’re on, Granger,’‘ you said. ‘‘I think he wil know when his hair has turned gray already.’‘
