“someone’s busy, i suppose,” you hummed, rather amused, in response to her flustered blabbering. the sight was incredible, but even better was the complete upper hand you had right now. you didn’t want hermione to stop, in fact you wanted to the opposite. “i didn’t mean to interrupt, but don’t stop on my account, sweetheart.”

“you mean?. . .” hermione trailed off, eyes widening, before she could finish completing your suggestion. she couldn’t help it; if you were implying what she thought you were implying, hermione wanted it badly but was clearly embarrassed. for once in her life, she was at a loss for words. “i mean keep going, ‘mione,” you put the poor thing out of her misery. “i wanna watch you get yourself off, that alright, bunny?”

somehow even more flushed than before, hermione nodded shyly. she slowly pulled the blanket she’d used to cover her heat from you away from her legs and a small smile began to creep onto her. “yes, miss,” hermione spread her legs, tone polite. “i wanna touch myself for you.” this would be different from your usual sexual endeavors ─ a good different.

“like a good girl?” you prompted, making her bite down a grin as your hand touched her thigh. “like your good girl,” hermione agreed. she laid backwards, still looking you in the eye and steadying her breathing. “can i start touching myself, miss?” nodding, you granted her request. “only cause you’re minding your manners.”

you teased her, but you and hermione both knew the reason for doing this; because you wanted it. finger circling her clit, hermione started again, despite having been close to her orgasm before ─ she wanted to be good for you. “so pretty,” you praised softly. an exhale that made a small sound escaped from hermione’s lips while her fingers moved on to teasing her lips. “and so well-mannered. haven’t tried to rush at all, good girl.”

“i know you wouldn’t like that,” hermione pouted, as if offended you would even suggest that she’d do so. her breathing was heavy, but she kept speaking, batting her eyelashes all the while. “am i wet enough, miss? can i please fuck myself?” her breasts rose and fell subtly with every deep breath she took. hermione was desperate for her own touch and somehow you controlled whether she got it or not.

“take your top off first, love, you’re far too clothed,” you stroked her deep pink cheeks that were matching her throbbing core. “then you can fuck yourself with those pretty little fingers, that sound good, bunny?” immediately working on the buttons of her blouse, hermione discarded of the top like you requested. “yes, miss.”

a sheer pink bralette held her boobs up in an angelic way. you finally took your place beside her and laid too, unclasping the bra and revealing both her bare back and breasts. “don’t mind me, pretty girl, you make yourself cum now,” you whispered into hermione’s ear, smirking when you felt her shiver slightly. your hands cupped her tits, feeling them softly.

able to see between her spread legs from your spot, you watched as hermione inserted a finger into herself. like she was testing the waters, her eyes flickered up to yours, and you kissed her unsure lips gently. “keep going,” you coaxed. a second finger was enough to make her moan out loud, though perhaps it was the combination of that and your ghostly touch on her chest. it was obviously difficult for her to hold herself back and you watched, enjoying, for a moment before relieving her. “go faster, darling, you deserve it.”

biting her lip, hermione indulged herself, pumping rapidly into herself. the soft cries that left her were ethereal, turning louder when you started to toy with her nipples. “feels good, miss,” hermione moaned. “not as good as yours though.” you smiled at her, tugging on her buds lightly. “you’re doing so well, love, just keep going.” hermione nodded at your coaxing, presumably scissoring and curling inside of herself.

hermione gasped; your lips made their way to her breasts, kissing gently before wrapping them around her. her moans sounded closer and you suckled softly, squishing her tits while you tasted her. “‘m gonna cum, y/n,” she threw her head back and gripped you. she was so wet that you hear her thrusting into her cunt, faster and faster. “fuck, miss!” she came, nails digging into your hair. a thin string of saliva pooled her tits when you pulled away and you reached up to kiss her.

lips curled into a smile, hermione accepted your kiss. you turned your head to see the mess she’d made of yourself and had to bite down a moan. taking her hand in yours, you sucked the cum off of her fingers, fluttering your eyes shut contently before kissing her once more. “good girl,” you muttered against hermione’s lips. “still want my fingers too, lovely?”

“yes,” hermione breathed out eagerly, cheeks tinted pink, before suddenly remembering to mind her manners. “i mean, yes please, miss.” you placed a kiss on her temple and raked your eyes down her subtly heaving figure before making a decision. hermione looked just too pretty for you to not keep going.

“lay down for me, ‘mione. . . i’m going to make you feel even better than your fingers did, ‘kay?”