Rating: Strong G for suggestion
Author's Note: Just a small drabble that could turn into something more, but started for Bethalaina
Looking at the clock, Hermione sighed, sitting down on the couch. Viktor would be home in a very few minutes and it was time for Hermione to get into position. She took the throw from the back of the couch and covered herself up, inhaling Viktor’s clean scent from his t-shirt she wore. Hermione gave one final glance at the clock on the wall and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Hermione waited in silence for the ‘pop’ outside of the front door and the click of the lock to signal Viktor’s home coming. Soon enough, she heard the familiar sounds. Viktor’s footsteps went into the kitchen, Hermione noted mentally, he was rummaging in a drawer and then through the refrigerator. His steps grew louder, echoing on the hardwood floor of the couple’s living room. Hermione continued to lay motionless, trying to keep from giving away the fact she wasn’t truly asleep. Viktor sat whatever he got from the kitchen on the coffee table, Hermione made another mental note to scold him for that later, and knelt beside her. He brushed a stray hair out of eyes and sighed.
“My loff, you are not really sleeping,” he spoke softly on her lips.
Hermione cracked an eye open and smiled, “how did you know?”
“Am husband, is my job to know,” Viktor countered, kissing Hermione softly on the lips. “Now vhere did ve leave off this morning.”
- Location:my house
- Mood:
poppy - Music:"Quit Playing Games With My Heart" by The Backstreet Boys
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It wasn’t that he made a habit of spilling the ice cream in the bed or that he sometimes left his empty bowl on the nightstand for a few days, it was the fact Hermione was jealous of the hour of time Viktor devoted every night to the bowl of frozen dairy.
Author’s Note: For the very best person ever in the entire world, who unexpectedly gave me this delicious prompt that’s got me through the last few days! Bethalaina
If someone would have ask Hermione Krum one thing she would change about Viktor, one might expect her to responded that she wouldn’t change a thing, but oh no. Out of all of Viktor’s habits, drinking milk straight from the carton, leaving the toilet seat up, leaving half full glasses of pumpkin juice around the house, using all the hot water in the shower, and jogging at 4:00 a.m., the one that drove Hermione up the wall the most was his nightly habit of eating a hot fudge sundae in bed and leaving the bowl on his night stand. It wasn’t that he made a habit of spilling the ice cream in the bed or that he sometimes left his empty bowl on the nightstand for a few days, it was the fact Hermione was jealous of the hour of time Viktor devoted every night to the bowl of frozen dairy.
“Viktor,” Hermione purred, “why don’t you skip the bowl of ice cream tonight and come to bed early with me?”
Viktor arched an eyebrow, “Ice cream is very good. Vould hate to miss it,” he teased.
Hermione, feeling rather brave and spontaneous, retrieved the ice cream from the freezer and the whip cream from the refrigerator, “You can have both,” she replied, as she grabbed a spoon from the silverware drawer and closed it with her hip.
Viktor let out a low, primal growl and followed Hermione to the bedroom.
“Vhat do you mean,” he caught Hermione’s wrist as she sat the ice cream and whip cream on her nightstand, “by this,” he spoke, kissing Hermione’s lips passionately and allowing his hands to explore under his oversized t-shirt she wore.
“Well, I just thought you’d like to have your cake and eat it too,” she suggested, allowing her cold hands to roam over Viktor’s bare chest and stomach.
“Like the vay you think, Ms. Krum.” Viktor removed the nightshirt from Hermione’s medium built frame and discarded it in on the floor. His hand slid down the front of Hermione’s body to her waist. Viktor hooked his two fingers into Hermione’s underwear and slid them down. “You are already vet, my loff.” Viktor said aloud allowing a finger to gently breach the entrance of Hermione’s folds, “I think you like ice cream more than me.”
Hermione looked down at Viktor’s pants, restraining his erect cock, “I don’t know. You seem pretty excited yourself,” she replied, pulling Viktor’s pajama pants and boxers down to free his swollen member. She placed her hand around the heated prick and gave it a squeeze, causing Viktor’s breath to hitch in his throat.
“That is playing dirty,” Viktor warned, “your hand is cold.” Viktor pulled Hermione into him, his cock pressing against her stomach, kissing his way around her shoulders and neck, working his way down to her breasts.
“Don’t get too carried away,” Hermione moaned, “tonight is revenge,” she smiled with a mischievous glint in her eyes, “lay down.”
Viktor did what he was told reluctantly and laid down on the large bed.
“Every night, I watch you,” Hermione began, opening the container of ice cream, “take this ice cream in your mouth and roll it around on your tongue,” she grabbed the spoon, “and every night I become more and more jealous. Wishing it was me you rolled around in your mouth like that.” She placed a spoonful of the chocolate ice cream on Viktor’s stomach, causing him to shiver at the coldness, “Every night, when you could be making passionate love to me,” she placed another scoop on his stomach, “you spend your time eating ice cream,” she placed another large scoop on his stomach. “It’s not good for my self-esteem,” she spoke so serious and technical, uncapping the whip cream and spraying some on her finger, offering it to Viktor. “I beginning to think you would rather eat your ice cream than be with me,” she finished, spraying a pouf of whip cream on the pile of now melting ice cream on Viktor’s stomach. “So now, it’s your turn to be jealous.” Hermione said a quick spell and Viktor’s hands were bound to the bed.
He started to protest but stopped when Hermione kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth to explore the warm cavern. Her hands roamed through his short hair, getting a rush of being the one in control. Hermione looked down to see the ice cream running down Viktor’s torso toward his cock, the head becoming wet with pearl drops of his pre-cum.
“I should take care of that,” Hermione lowered herself to Viktor’s flat, ice cream topped with whip cream covered stomach. Laying flat on her stomach, obstructing Viktor’s view of her breasts, she took the spoon and lazily grazed it over the top of the mound.
“You know,” Hermione looked up at Viktor, “I can see why you enjoy this.” She continued eating small bits of the ice cream. When the pile of ice cream began running down Viktor’s sides and onto the mattress and his cock was standing painfully on end, Hermione dipped her finger in the remaining ice cream and smeared it on his chest, languidly drawing small circles here and there, all the while Viktor’s breathing was ragged as he struggled against the invisible ties that held his hands to the bed.
“Please untie my hands, Loff,” Viktor pleaded, “I vant to touch you.”
Hermione licked some of the sticky chocolate ice cream off of Viktor’s chiseled chest and smiled, “are you getting jealous Viktor?”
She saw the gleam of lust in Viktor’s eyes and knew she didn’t have long to finish before Viktor broke lose of the binds.
Hermione straddled Viktor; setting far enough up on his abdomen his cock couldn’t penetrate her warm, moist entrance. She mimicked the act of riding Viktor’s swollen dick, grinding her self hard against the left over mess of ice cream, making sure to create friction between Viktor’s prick and her arse.
With a fierce growl, Viktor broke the ties that bound his hands to the bed. Quickly, Viktor had Hermione underneath him and was plunging into her tight opening. “Vhy did you vant to torture me,” Viktor ask Hermione between his rough thrust, “I am very jealous. You could touch me,” he captured one of her breast in his hand as he supported himself on the other, “but I could not touch. Vas like Hell.” He continued to pump in and out of Hermione, the air in the room becoming heavy with the smell of chocolate, sex, and sweat. “Am so hard, it hurts, my loff.”
“Viktor,” Hermione’s breath began to come in gasp, “I’m going to cum,” she yelled the last part as she climaxed, Viktor mercilessly continuing his fast pace. “Vill cum many more times,” Viktor replied, and Hermione knew that was as good as a promise. His hand stopped fondling her breast as he slowed down his pace and reach between their sticky union and found Hermione’s clit. He rolled the precious bundle between his fingers, applying light pressure, teasing her.
“Oh God,” Hermione cried out for the second time. Viktor slowed his strokes down dramatically, pulling all the way out of Hermione as she climaxed and slowly entering her again.
As Viktor began to speed up again, Hermione tightened her muscles, wanting to feel Viktor’s seed fill her wanting body.
Hermione gasped, “Cum for me Viktor. I want to feel your seed dripping down wet between my legs.”
With a groan and a few more furious thrust, Viktor came long and hard into Hermione’s core, filling her vessel with his seed until it ran over with both of their mingled juices. Viktor collapsed on top of Hermione, allowing his spent cock to stay inside of her warm walls. He pushed a strand of hair out of Hermione’s eyes. Hermione’s hands found their way to Viktor’s hair and pulled him into a fierce, passion filled kiss.
When they broke apart for air, a very exhausted Viktor smiled, “see, my loff, you no need to be jealous of snack.”
- Location:my house, slightly warmer than before
- Mood:
accomplished - Music:the heater
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