Infatuation -- An iPod Affair
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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35,383
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33
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hey Mama/Billie Jean
Infatuation -- An iPod Affair
by ziggy zanzibar
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. I just create the convoluted plots that keep me entertained as I struggle with the daily demands of college.
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Both men fell fast asleep, but Hermione was famished and dehydrated. She carefully removed herself from Remus’ death grip and pulled on someone’s white dress shirt, realizing what a terrible cliché it was for her to be wearing it.
“Fuck clichés,” she thought. “I’m starving.”
She paused her iPod and took it with her, quietly making her way downstairs and to the kitchen, managing not to wake Mrs. Black in the process.
Once she reached her destination, Hermione quietly opened the cupboard, reaching on her tiptoes for a box of cereal. She poured some into a bowl and found some milk in the refrigerator, using just enough so that the cereal wouldn’t get soggy. She sat down at the table with her cereal and devoured it, slugging down a glass of cold water.
Hermione sighed, content, and flicked on her iPod once more. “Hey Mama” by the Black Eyed Peas filled the room, and she quickly turned down the volume so no one would wake up.
Too late. Sirius and Severus came dashing into the kitchen only moments later, sliding on the freshly waxed floor.
“Giraffes?” Sirius grumbled, obviously still half-asleep.
Hermione couldn’t help but giggle. It was a rather entertaining sight, after all – two men in their boxers, obviously very tired and inquiring as to where the giraffes had taken up residence.
Severus glared first at Hermione, and then at his companion. “No, you creep,” he said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. “There are no giraffes.”
Sirius frowned at Severus and pushed him. “Watch it, Snape,” he growled.
Hermione barely had time to move out of the way before Severus plowed Sirius into the table, his face furious as he held Sirius on top of the cool brown wood.
“Not this, not now!” Hermione exclaimed, exasperated.
“Touch me again and I’ll chop off your dick and feed it to the werewolf,” he threatened. Sirius’ eyes became enraged and he flipped Severus so that he sat on the table, pinning his arms behind him.
“What if I touch you like this?” Sirius leered, tackling Severus to lay on top of him as he fixed him with a frenzied kiss.
Hermione was ready to start digging a grave for Sirius in the backyard, but Severus reacted exactly opposite of how Hermione would have expected – he kissed Sirius back. She was intrigued as the two men wrestled for dominance, with Severus finally allowing himself to be subjected to Sirius’ will. She nearly orgasmed where she sat as Sirius kneeled, jerked Severus’ boxers off, and took him completely into his mouth.
Severus grasped at the edge of the table, almost as if against his will, as Sirius sucked and licked his way up and down Severus’ shaft. Hermione watched for a few moments before involving herself in the latest shag-fest.
She inconspicuously crawled on all fours under the table to Sirius and sat cross-legged in front of him, for once grateful that she petite, and gently removed his boxers. His cock wasn’t quite as long as Remus’ or Severus’ but it was definitely thicker. She licked the glistening head with the tip of her tongue. He growled above her, sending vibrations through Severus’ cock, who groaned as well.
Hermione held Sirius’ hips as she relaxed her throat, taking him all the way inside her and humming around his shaft. He bucked reflexively and sped up his work on Severus.
The witch pulled her lips into a tight “O” shape as she continued to move along his length, humming continuously in the back of her throat. She could hear Severus beginning to come, so she took one of Sirius’ balls in each hand, giving them feather-light strokes with her nails. Sirius restrained himself until he had finished swallowing Severus, and then began to thrust shallowly into Hermione’s mouth, coming with a cry.
She swallowed every drop of him and then leaned back, proud of her handiwork.
Both wizards lay there for a moment, exhausted, before realizing that Hermione had just done some fine work without being rewarded.
Sirius stood up and pulled Hermione to her feet, immediately pressing his lips against hers and prying her mouth open with his tongue. She could feel Severus stand up and press against her back, already growing hard. That man must take stamina potions on a regular basis, Hermione thought as he kissed her neck and pulled her shirt up enough to allow access to her extremities. All of them!
A finger grazed her clit, and Hermione cried out against Sirius’ mouth. She drove her hips against the finger, desperate for more contact. Severus wrapped his arms around her waist, bending her slightly, and then entered her from behind. She moaned wantonly and pushed back into the dark wizard. Sirius continued his assault on her clit as Severus began to pump faster.
After several more minutes of this assault on her senses, Hermione was arched back against Severus in a breathtaking climax, managing to keep silent so that Mrs. Black would remain unaware of what atrocities were occurring in her kitchen. A few deep thrusts later and Severus, too, reached orgasm, holding Hermione tightly against his chest.
When she had had a moment to catch her breath, Hermione looked down and realized that Sirius had become hard again from their latest antics.
“Pardon us, Severus, but Hermione and I have some unfinished business.”
Severus looked utterly exhausted as he pulled on his boxers and summoned a cup of coffee. “Have at it,” he said, the weariness evident in his voice.
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Sirius took Hermione’s hand, not bothering with his boxers, and led her to the other side of the house. He pulled her into a study and closed the door. Hermione allowed herself to be pushed down onto a brown leather couch, and Sirius kneeled in front of her.
“My iPod,” she began, trying to hoist herself up.
“Don’t worry about it,” Sirius told her, holding her down. “We can make our own music.” He looked around and his eyes suddenly lit up. He stood and walked to an old record player, flicking it on and filling the room with Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean.”
“Interesting choice,” Hermione teased. “Trying to make a point?”
Sirius waggled his eyebrows mischievously. “Just one.”
“And what would that be?”
“That I’m the best fuck in the house.”
Hermione grinned wickedly. “Prove it.”
Sirius licked his lips and pounced, settling between her legs and attacking her clit with his teeth and tongue. Hermione actually screamed and writhed on the couch, her orgasm hitting her like a pile of bricks within seconds.
The wizard showed no mercy, picking Hermione up in his arms as if she weighed nothing, and trapping her body with his against the wall. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, running over his smooth, muscular body and up to his hair.
“Have I proven myself yet?” Sirius whispered, his voice husky and a playful glint in his eyes.
Hermione leaned into him. “Try harder.”
Sirius laughed. “Harder it is.” He plunged into her with one quick stroke, and she gasped in delight.
“You like that?” he murmured, gyrating his hips. “Do you like the feel of my cock in your hot pussy?”
Hermione couldn’t help but blush. “Gods yes,” she hissed, clawing his back.
“Tell me what you want.”
This was new. Hermione had to think quickly before he stopped moving in her. “Kiss me like your life depended on it,” she whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. “And then fuck me into this wall.”
Sirius smirked. “As you wish.”
He thrust his tongue into Hermione’s mouth, ravaging her passionately, their tongues performing a furious ritual as Sirius began to thrust viciously into her, pounding so hard that Hermione could already feel bruises forming.
Sirius moved his lips to her collarbone and bit down, and Hermione cried out in pleasure, her insides pulsing frantically as she climaxed. After a few more frenzied thrusts, Sirius stiffened and crushed her against the wall as he spurted into her.
Hermione slid down the wall as Sirius loosened his grip on her, landing in a heap on the plush carpet. Sirius slumped beside her, throwing a lazy arm around her, a very satisfied grin on his face. He turned and kissed the young woman.
“You were fantastic,” he murmured, nibbling her earlobe.
“That was…amazing,” Hermione managed to whisper, her insides aching but feeling blissful.
They sat there a few more moments, utterly exhausted, before Sirius gathered the strength to stand and pull Hermione to her feet.
“Come on love,” he said teasingly, “you need some rest before someone else gets a hold of you.”
Hermione felt her eyes fluttering. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
She remembered Sirius helping her up the stairs and into her bedroom, tucking her in and giving her one last kiss before turning out the lights and shutting the door softly. After that, she knew only the profound relief of sleep.
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Thanks to all of my lovely readers and reviewers. Over 5000 hits -- wow! You guys are amazing. But those cookies are really starting to pack on the pounds. Perhaps some celery and peanut butter instead?
by ziggy zanzibar
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. I just create the convoluted plots that keep me entertained as I struggle with the daily demands of college.
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Both men fell fast asleep, but Hermione was famished and dehydrated. She carefully removed herself from Remus’ death grip and pulled on someone’s white dress shirt, realizing what a terrible cliché it was for her to be wearing it.
“Fuck clichés,” she thought. “I’m starving.”
She paused her iPod and took it with her, quietly making her way downstairs and to the kitchen, managing not to wake Mrs. Black in the process.
Once she reached her destination, Hermione quietly opened the cupboard, reaching on her tiptoes for a box of cereal. She poured some into a bowl and found some milk in the refrigerator, using just enough so that the cereal wouldn’t get soggy. She sat down at the table with her cereal and devoured it, slugging down a glass of cold water.
Hermione sighed, content, and flicked on her iPod once more. “Hey Mama” by the Black Eyed Peas filled the room, and she quickly turned down the volume so no one would wake up.
Too late. Sirius and Severus came dashing into the kitchen only moments later, sliding on the freshly waxed floor.
“Giraffes?” Sirius grumbled, obviously still half-asleep.
Hermione couldn’t help but giggle. It was a rather entertaining sight, after all – two men in their boxers, obviously very tired and inquiring as to where the giraffes had taken up residence.
Severus glared first at Hermione, and then at his companion. “No, you creep,” he said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. “There are no giraffes.”
Sirius frowned at Severus and pushed him. “Watch it, Snape,” he growled.
Hermione barely had time to move out of the way before Severus plowed Sirius into the table, his face furious as he held Sirius on top of the cool brown wood.
“Not this, not now!” Hermione exclaimed, exasperated.
“Touch me again and I’ll chop off your dick and feed it to the werewolf,” he threatened. Sirius’ eyes became enraged and he flipped Severus so that he sat on the table, pinning his arms behind him.
“What if I touch you like this?” Sirius leered, tackling Severus to lay on top of him as he fixed him with a frenzied kiss.
Hermione was ready to start digging a grave for Sirius in the backyard, but Severus reacted exactly opposite of how Hermione would have expected – he kissed Sirius back. She was intrigued as the two men wrestled for dominance, with Severus finally allowing himself to be subjected to Sirius’ will. She nearly orgasmed where she sat as Sirius kneeled, jerked Severus’ boxers off, and took him completely into his mouth.
Severus grasped at the edge of the table, almost as if against his will, as Sirius sucked and licked his way up and down Severus’ shaft. Hermione watched for a few moments before involving herself in the latest shag-fest.
She inconspicuously crawled on all fours under the table to Sirius and sat cross-legged in front of him, for once grateful that she petite, and gently removed his boxers. His cock wasn’t quite as long as Remus’ or Severus’ but it was definitely thicker. She licked the glistening head with the tip of her tongue. He growled above her, sending vibrations through Severus’ cock, who groaned as well.
Hermione held Sirius’ hips as she relaxed her throat, taking him all the way inside her and humming around his shaft. He bucked reflexively and sped up his work on Severus.
The witch pulled her lips into a tight “O” shape as she continued to move along his length, humming continuously in the back of her throat. She could hear Severus beginning to come, so she took one of Sirius’ balls in each hand, giving them feather-light strokes with her nails. Sirius restrained himself until he had finished swallowing Severus, and then began to thrust shallowly into Hermione’s mouth, coming with a cry.
She swallowed every drop of him and then leaned back, proud of her handiwork.
Both wizards lay there for a moment, exhausted, before realizing that Hermione had just done some fine work without being rewarded.
Sirius stood up and pulled Hermione to her feet, immediately pressing his lips against hers and prying her mouth open with his tongue. She could feel Severus stand up and press against her back, already growing hard. That man must take stamina potions on a regular basis, Hermione thought as he kissed her neck and pulled her shirt up enough to allow access to her extremities. All of them!
A finger grazed her clit, and Hermione cried out against Sirius’ mouth. She drove her hips against the finger, desperate for more contact. Severus wrapped his arms around her waist, bending her slightly, and then entered her from behind. She moaned wantonly and pushed back into the dark wizard. Sirius continued his assault on her clit as Severus began to pump faster.
After several more minutes of this assault on her senses, Hermione was arched back against Severus in a breathtaking climax, managing to keep silent so that Mrs. Black would remain unaware of what atrocities were occurring in her kitchen. A few deep thrusts later and Severus, too, reached orgasm, holding Hermione tightly against his chest.
When she had had a moment to catch her breath, Hermione looked down and realized that Sirius had become hard again from their latest antics.
“Pardon us, Severus, but Hermione and I have some unfinished business.”
Severus looked utterly exhausted as he pulled on his boxers and summoned a cup of coffee. “Have at it,” he said, the weariness evident in his voice.
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Sirius took Hermione’s hand, not bothering with his boxers, and led her to the other side of the house. He pulled her into a study and closed the door. Hermione allowed herself to be pushed down onto a brown leather couch, and Sirius kneeled in front of her.
“My iPod,” she began, trying to hoist herself up.
“Don’t worry about it,” Sirius told her, holding her down. “We can make our own music.” He looked around and his eyes suddenly lit up. He stood and walked to an old record player, flicking it on and filling the room with Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean.”
“Interesting choice,” Hermione teased. “Trying to make a point?”
Sirius waggled his eyebrows mischievously. “Just one.”
“And what would that be?”
“That I’m the best fuck in the house.”
Hermione grinned wickedly. “Prove it.”
Sirius licked his lips and pounced, settling between her legs and attacking her clit with his teeth and tongue. Hermione actually screamed and writhed on the couch, her orgasm hitting her like a pile of bricks within seconds.
The wizard showed no mercy, picking Hermione up in his arms as if she weighed nothing, and trapping her body with his against the wall. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, running over his smooth, muscular body and up to his hair.
“Have I proven myself yet?” Sirius whispered, his voice husky and a playful glint in his eyes.
Hermione leaned into him. “Try harder.”
Sirius laughed. “Harder it is.” He plunged into her with one quick stroke, and she gasped in delight.
“You like that?” he murmured, gyrating his hips. “Do you like the feel of my cock in your hot pussy?”
Hermione couldn’t help but blush. “Gods yes,” she hissed, clawing his back.
“Tell me what you want.”
This was new. Hermione had to think quickly before he stopped moving in her. “Kiss me like your life depended on it,” she whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. “And then fuck me into this wall.”
Sirius smirked. “As you wish.”
He thrust his tongue into Hermione’s mouth, ravaging her passionately, their tongues performing a furious ritual as Sirius began to thrust viciously into her, pounding so hard that Hermione could already feel bruises forming.
Sirius moved his lips to her collarbone and bit down, and Hermione cried out in pleasure, her insides pulsing frantically as she climaxed. After a few more frenzied thrusts, Sirius stiffened and crushed her against the wall as he spurted into her.
Hermione slid down the wall as Sirius loosened his grip on her, landing in a heap on the plush carpet. Sirius slumped beside her, throwing a lazy arm around her, a very satisfied grin on his face. He turned and kissed the young woman.
“You were fantastic,” he murmured, nibbling her earlobe.
“That was…amazing,” Hermione managed to whisper, her insides aching but feeling blissful.
They sat there a few more moments, utterly exhausted, before Sirius gathered the strength to stand and pull Hermione to her feet.
“Come on love,” he said teasingly, “you need some rest before someone else gets a hold of you.”
Hermione felt her eyes fluttering. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
She remembered Sirius helping her up the stairs and into her bedroom, tucking her in and giving her one last kiss before turning out the lights and shutting the door softly. After that, she knew only the profound relief of sleep.
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Thanks to all of my lovely readers and reviewers. Over 5000 hits -- wow! You guys are amazing. But those cookies are really starting to pack on the pounds. Perhaps some celery and peanut butter instead?