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The Little Games We Play (Ch. 8)
🕑 Added 2026-02-09 03:31:28 +0000 UTC( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )
The Little Games We Play
Chapter 8
Hermione knocked on Harry’s front door while her heart pounded wildly. The door swung open, and Harry looked tired, which wasn’t surprising. It was pretty late after all. He wore sweatpants and an old Quidditch t-shirt, but she saw the way his face changed when he saw her. His lips pulled into the slightest smirk, and his eyes suddenly seemed a bit less tired.
Hermione blushed deeply, and her heart beat even faster. She wasn’t even sure why she was here. Well, that wasn’t true, Hermione thought. She knew exactly why she was here, but she knew she shouldn’t be. While it was true that she and Harry had been getting physical, it was always in the presence of Ron … and Ron definitely wasn’t here.
Harry leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms, letting her stand there and squirm. He grinned and said, “Hermione … I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
She nervously pulled at the hem of her coat. “Ron’s working late,” she explained. “He won’t be home for hours. I thought I’d …” She trailed off. She supposed she should have spent a little time coming up with a reason for her visit. Instead, she spent her time making sure her body was silky smooth, fixing her hair, and putting on her sexiest heels.
Harry didn’t move. He just looked at her with a raised eyebrow and an annoying smirk. “You thought you’d what?”
Hermione exhaled and looked up at him, meeting his gaze. “I thought I’d come over,” she simply stated.
All Harry did was stare at her and smile. She was about to say more, but then Harry opened the door all the way. He didn’t step back and just let her walk by him, and Hermione could feel his eyes on her ass. Harry locked the door behind her before taking her coat. He hung it up by the door. “Would you like some tea?” he asked.
Hermione wet her lips as she felt the words fighting to get out of her throat. She desperately wanted to demand that he take her upstairs and fuck her brains out. Instead, she just said, “Tea is fine.”
Harry smiled like he knew what she was really thinking. “Come on,” he said. He brushed past her, heading down the hallway, and she followed, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors.
They entered the kitchen, and Harry turned on the light. There was a bottle of firewhiskey already open, and Harry poured a shot into a mug before filling the rest with tea. He set it in front of her. She took a sip and felt it burn her throat, but the firewhiskey did help soothe her nerves. He leaned against the counter and ran his eyes up and down her body, not even pretending to be subtle about it.
Hermione blushed deeper. “You’re staring.”
“You look nice,” he said. Hermione wore a button-up blouse, a skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, and a pair of black stockings. “Did you dress up just for me?” Harry teased.
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling now. “Maybe I just wanted to feel pretty,” she countered.
“You’ve always been pretty,” he teased her further. She looked away and blushed.
Hermione took another quick drink and set the mug down. “Can we go upstairs?” she asked, quietly.
Harry didn’t hesitate. He took her hand and led her up the staircase. As she climbed the stairs in front of him, she was aware of how her skirt shifted higher with every step, the fabric riding up the back of her thighs. She also felt Harry’s eyes on her ass. He was absolutely shameless.
Halfway up, he reached out and thrust his hand under her skirt. The contact instantly made her skin tingle. She felt the strong, possessive squeeze through the thin layer of her panties. Hermione gasped, turned her head over her shoulder, and saw him grinning. His fingers kneaded her ass before sliding down and pressing against the crotch of her panties. She had to grip the banister with both hands to keep moving forward.
When they reached the landing, she could feel her heart thundering in her chest. Harry pulled her straight into his bedroom and shut the door behind them. The room was relatively clean. The bed was half-made, and there were a few Quidditch magazines scattered across the top of his dresser.
She started to speak, but Harry kissed her before she could finish the first word. His lips were hungry and desperate, and the kiss instantly knocked every other thought out of her brain. His hands slid from her waist to her wide hips. Then they climbed up to her breasts, and he squeezed them through her shirt. He popped open most of the buttons before she even realized what he was doing.
Hermione thrust her chest out. “What would Ron say if he saw you doing this?” she breathlessly asked in a wobbly voice.
Harry cocked his head, pretending to think. “He’d probably call you a whore before jerking his pathetic twig,” he replied. Then he bent down and kissed her again. This time, his tongue slipped into her mouth. She let him do whatever he wanted. Her hands crawled under his shirt, seeking the warmth of his bare skin. Her fingers traced the line of muscle over his ribs and then moved down his abs.
Harry peeled off his shirt, then reached for the hem of hers. He tugged it upward until she raised her arms and let him pull it off, exposing the delicate white bra she’d picked out hours earlier. He grinned when he saw it, ran a finger along the edge, and then bent and kissed the valley between her tits. The cool air hit her skin through the thin bra, and her nipples hardened instantly, poking through the lace. He pinched one between his fingers, rolled it, and sucked it through the fabric, all the while looking up at her for a reaction.
Hermione could barely breathe. She’d obviously had sex many times before, but it had never felt like this. This time, Ron wasn’t here. He wasn’t watching as Harry toyed with her body. It was only her and Harry, and the naughtiness of it made it so much better. She could feel the heat radiating between her thighs, and the wetness was already soaking through her panties.
Harry dropped to his knees and dragged her skirt down with him. He slid it over her hips and let it fall to the floor. He pressed his face against her bare stomach, kissing the soft skin just above the waistband of her panties. “I can smell your pussy from here,” he teased, and then nipped the spot where the elastic met her thigh.
She blushed with humiliation and took a step back, but he grabbed her ass and pulled her toward him. He ran his tongue around her belly button and then started kissing lower. Harry hooked his finger in the waistband of her panties and tugged them down, exposing the upper portion of her smooth mound. Harry laid a featherlight kiss on her delicate skin. “I could play with your sexy body all night,” he said, his voice muffled by her soft skin.
“Then do it,” Hermione replied, surprising herself.
He smirked and slid his hands up her legs, kneading her flesh like he was memorizing every inch. He pressed his thumb against her clit, finding it instantly through the cotton. Harry slowly massaged it until she couldn’t stand it anymore. He then hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked the panties down, exposing her completely. She heard the faint rip of the fabric, but she didn’t care.
Harry openly stared at her pussy, as if cataloging every detail for later. Her mound was perfectly smooth and puffy, and her lips were a delicate pink, already slick with arousal. Her clit was hard and just visible at the top of the slit, and her inner folds were already glistening and slightly parted in an open invitation.
“Bloody hell, Hermione,” he said, unable to take his eyes off her tight slit. “You’re dripping wet.” She looked down and suddenly felt self-conscious, but he stood up, brushed her hair behind her ear, and kissed her on the mouth again. Hermione moaned against his lips.
He pulled her to the bed, and she sat at the edge, her thighs pressed together. Harry stood in front of her and undid the string of his sweatpants. She watched as he pulled them off, followed by his boxers. His cock was already half-hard and growing quickly as she looked at it. It was bigger than Ron’s by a wide margin. It was thicker and longer, with a fat, veiny shaft and a thick, bulbous head. She could see a bead of clear liquid already forming at the tip.
Harry saw her staring. “Do you want a closer look?” he asked, his voice a bit smug. She nodded absentmindedly.
He stepped closer, took her hand, and wrapped it around his cock. It was hot and heavy in her palm, and when she squeezed it, he grunted out a little growl in the back of his throat. “Get naked,” Harry said. His tone made it feel like an order.
Hermione instantly obeyed. She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and let it fall to the floor. Her tits bounced free, and Harry stared at them while they jiggled. Her areolas were flushed pink, and her nipples were so hard they looked like they might poke someone’s eye out. She felt him staring, but instead of being embarrassed, she wanted him to keep going. Hermione unbuckled her high heels and slid them off her stocking-clad feet. She then slipped her hands down her legs and rolled her thigh-high stockings off, leaving her body completely bare except for the damp panties clinging to her quivering pussy. She tugged them down her thighs and stepped out of them.
Harry slowly stroked his cock as he looked her up and down. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he lustfully stated.
She reached out, ran a finger from the base of his cock to the tip, and then bent and kissed the head. It left a sticky spot on her lips, and she licked it away. Hermione looked up at him, wide-eyed and ready for more. “Spread your legs,” Harry demanded.
She scooted back and spread her knees apart. The cold air hit her hot, naked pussy, and she shivered. Harry moved in, knelt between her legs, and used his thumbs to open her lips even wider. He leaned down and gently blew over her slit, making her clit throb.
Hermione braced herself for what she thought was coming, but Harry didn’t go straight for her clit. Instead, he licked straight up the side of her folds before teasing his tongue just inside her pussy. Her walls instantly hugged his tongue, trying to hold him in. Harry pulled back just a bit and flicked it over the entrance. Harry then dragged it up and swirled it around her clit. Hermione moaned, grabbed his hair, and pulled his face hard against her pussy. Her beautiful brown eyes fluttered as she tried to ride his tongue.
Harry smiled against her damp pussy and started working her with his tongue. He alternated between burying his tongue inside her and massaging her swollen bead. Hermione’s cute squeaks and gasps of pleasure turned him on even more. He sucked her clit hard and then released it with a wet pop. Two fingers slipped inside her, and he curled them upward until he hit the spot that made her body jerk and arch off the bed.
The smell was intoxicating. His nose filled with her womanly scent that made Harry want to bury his cock deep inside her. He fucked her with his fingers while he sucked her clit, and she broke almost immediately. Hermione came hard, and her back violently arched. The power of her orgasm was so intense that she felt herself gush all over his hand and face.
Harry kept going, working her pussy through it, and he didn’t stop until she physically shoved his head away, gasping for breath. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and kissed the inside of her thigh. Harry then kissed the other. He looked up at her, his lips shiny and wet.
“You taste amazing,” he said and then kissed her clit, making her squeal.
Hermione lay there, her legs spread wide. Her chest was heaving, and Harry greedily stared at her naked tits. She was totally spent, but as Harry climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself over her, Hermione knew there was more to come. She knew exactly what was coming next, and she wanted it. She just looked up at him and spread her legs wider as her pussy still spasmed through her orgasm. Hermione shuddered as he dragged his fat head up and down the length of her pussy.
Harry pressed the swollen head of his cock firmly against her slick, quivering lips and paused, savoring the way Hermione shivered in anticipation. He braced a hand against the bedframe and slowly pushed the thick tip inside her. Hermione let out a strangled gasp and gripped his shoulders so hard her nails nearly punctured his skin. The tightness of her pussy was incredible, and it immediately began to flutter and try to clamp around him, but he was far too big to be contained. Hermione squirmed and rocked her hips upward, desperate to take more even as her body tensed at the intrusion.
He pushed deeper, and the head parted her tight folds and scraped along her sensitive inner walls. Hermione could feel the ridge of his head dragging against her insides, sending bolts of pleasure up her spine that made her toes curl. She was still soaked from her last orgasm, and the excess wetness dripped down her ass and over her asshole before pooling on the bedsheets beneath her. Harry grunted and held himself steady. His cock throbbed as her body adjusted to his size.
He hovered over her, studying the way her face twisted with pleasure. Her mouth was open and sucking in deep breaths of air. Hermione’s breasts heaved between them, her nipples still flushed and stiff. Harry’s eyes moved from the curve of her hips, down to the creamy skin of her thighs, which trembled as she pressed her knees up and tried to draw him in even deeper. There was a look of desperation in her lovely eyes as she waited for him to move.
“Your pussy feels amazing, Hermione,” Harry complimented her through a shaky voice. “You’re so tight.”
She tilted her chin up, seemingly pleased even as she trembled. “If it feels so good, then maybe you should start moving,” she shot back, her voice sounding rough and lustful.
He chuckled and pushed all the way in with a loud squelch. The movement was fast and brutal. Hermione cried out, but there was no pain in it, only ecstasy. Harry’s hips smacked against her ass, and he stayed there until she stopped shuddering. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locked her ankles behind his back, and dug her heels into his skin. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Harry started teasingly slow, drawing his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back in with enough force to lift her off the mattress. Hermione’s pussy made an obscene squelching sound each time he bottomed out, and her juices squirted out from around the point of penetration and left both of them soaking wet. The air between their bodies filled with the raw scent of sex, and it was so strong it nearly made her dizzy.
With every thrust, Harry upped the tempo, relentlessly pounding into her. He grabbed her ankles, and without warning, he pushed her legs up and over her head and folded her body in half. The new angle made his cock hit even deeper, battering against her g-spot which made her whimper every time he touched it. Hermione’s thighs quivered, and she clawed at the bedsheets. Hermione threw her head back and howled in pleasure as her pussy instantly began trying to milk his cock. Her brown eyes rolled back, and her eyelids fluttered as she surrendered to the pleasure.
Her whole body shook uncontrollably, and every time the head of his cock hit her g-spot, the pleasure was amplified. Harry leaned down and claimed her lips the way he claimed her pussy, and it left her moaning into his mouth. He grunted and drove his cock in even harder, and she felt herself start to come undone.
“Harry …” she tried to say, but the word dissolved into a moan.
He didn’t slow down or let up. He reached between their bodies, found her clit with his thumb, and started rubbing circles around it. Her cries of pleasure only grew louder, and Hermione realized that if anyone had decided to stop by and visit Harry, they’d hear everything. But she didn’t care one bit. The shame of getting caught only made her wetter, and the thought of Ron finding out made her pussy spasm even harder around Harry’s cock.
She came without warning, and her pussy clenched tight. Her hips bucked wildly up against him as she squirted. The spray of pussy juice shot out in a violent burst, drenching Harry’s cock and balls. It soaked the sheets and splattered up his stomach, and for a moment, she was in her own little world. Her mind went blank with ecstasy, and all she could feel was the overwhelming pleasure of her pussy tugging on his thrusting shaft. Harry held her through it all with his cock buried deep in her pussy and his mouth pressed against the side of her neck as she rode out the orgasm.
However, Harry didn’t stop. As soon as her orgasm began to fade, he started fucking her again with the same relentless momentum. Hermione squealed as another wave of pleasure overtook her, and a second climax built before the first even had a chance to fade. This time, Harry was unable to hold back. He moaned deeply and slammed his cock in as far as it would go. She felt his cock throb inside her before exploding. His cum was hotter and thicker than she’d ever imagined, and each spurt pumped her full until it overflowed and leaked out around his shaft and down her ass.
He kept fucking her slowly and rode out his orgasm as he filled her up. Hermione’s pussy contracted around him, milking every last drop, and she could feel the mess of fluids squishing out every time he thrust. She was still breathlessly shaking when he finally collapsed on top of her.
Harry’s body pressed against hers, and he buried his face in her hair. Hermione struggled to catch her breath, and she could feel his heartbeat hammering against her chest. Her pussy still ached, but she didn’t want him to move. The sensation of his softening cock still inside her was somehow comforting, and she closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feeling.
Eventually, Harry rolled off of her, leaving a sticky smear of cum and sweat where their bodies had been joined. He propped himself up on an elbow and looked at her, his eyes bright and lustful. Harry ran a hand up her soft belly and over her perky tit. He flicked his thumb over her hard, crinkled nipple, making her gasp and buck.
Hermione’s eyes fluttered through her blissful daze. She felt the mixture of cum and arousal leaking down her thighs, and the soreness in her hips and pussy. She licked her lips while Harry absentmindedly played with her large tits.
After a minute, she tilted her head up and said, “Ron’s going to want to hear all about this.”
Harry snorted. “Tell him all about it. I want him to know that his wife has to come to me for pleasure,” he told her.
Hermione giggled and smacked his chest. Harry grabbed her around the waist and rolled her on top of him. He cupped her shapely ass with both hands and squeezed. Hermione mewled cutely as he toyed with her tight, puckered hole. She knew that before the night was over, he would probably want to fuck her there, too, and she was perfectly fine with it. It was just another salacious story she could tell to her pathetic husband.
Comments
Bcrane00
i disagree. I think it fits perfectly. The older brother is more confident. his relationship with Fleur is more about teasing as more equals then anything. it's fun for them both. She's the vixen who riles him up with teasing and jealousy that he then unleashes on her. it works for them. I like it. Hermione and Ron are a different scenario which is rooted in masochism. Ron is the youngest boy. his masochistic cuckolding fetish is rooted in his insecurity that existed from early childhood. As he matures he loses a lot of the insecurity but still craves it in some ways. It's scratching his forbidden itch. same for Hermione. Mrs. always has to be proper and prim..... gets to taste the other side of the equation. she gets to be slutty and even a little mean. She gets to brake the "rules" and be a bad girl. It works for them. and I like it. I was never a huge fan of ron to begin with, so maybe that is affecting my judgment but i really hope the author keeps these two dynamics. even pushes the cucking further for Ron and Hermione. I find the idea of ron being a cuckold to be right in line with his character.
Alun Lewis
The Harry/Hermione sex was hot as usual...but I don't know if I'm really digging all the cuckoldry that's the main conceit for Harry fucking Hermione & Fleur. Though I'm less "meh" about Fleur getting her back blown out while Bill watches...that relationship seems built a bit healthier.
