Infatuation -- An iPod Affair
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Adult ++
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SexyBack/Cryin'
Infatuation - An iPod Affair
by ziggy zanzibar
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and/or plots of Harry Potter, nor do I own Apple, iPod, or any of its affiliates. I just like to play with them and put them neatly back in the box when I've finished.
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Hermione Granger was utterly bored. There she was, left in the Order’s headquarters, being “chaperoned” by Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Severus Snape. Chaperoned? Ha! “Ignored” was more like it!
Severus she could understand – frankly, she wanted nothing to do with him, though lately she had been noticing the Potion Master’s subtle sexuality – long fingers, lusty dark eyes, and a mysterious aura – not to mention the melodic, velvety sound of his voice as he chastised her for one thing or another, though he tended to focus on her “damned curiosity.”
Sirius and Remus, however, had absolutely no excuse. They were supposed to be her friends, and yet they were off doing Merlin knows what in the kitchen! Probably attempting to cook again without burning something (such as the two chickens, five potatoes, and three Pop Tarts they had already ignited and/or blown up) while the rest of the Order were finishing their third week’s worth of testimony at the Ministry to recount the fall of Voldemort. They could only get away with such antics because they were too damn sexy for their own good.
Hermione sighed. She placed her iPod in the home stereo system her parents had given her for graduation several years back and flipped to her “Sexy” playlist. Immediately Justin Timberlake began to belt out “SexyBack.”
The young witch lay back in her bed and looked around at the room in which she had taken up residence for the past week. It was one of the master bedrooms, with a king-size bed, private bathing quarters, and a separate living room. It wasn’t all too bad, except for the fact that it was so dark. Scarlett and black were the main colors of the room, and not a single furnishing was left out – scarlet sofa with black pillows, ebony wood furniture, and black satin sheets. On second thought, Hermione didn’t so much mind the sheets.
A knock on the door startled her.
“Come in!” she called, pushing herself up on her palms to greet whichever of the three men that were staying with her had decided to visit.
It was Remus, with Severus close behind.
“Mind if we step in?” Remus asked, glancing around the room.
Hermione nodded. “Please,” she said, self-consciously adjusting her denim skirt and red tank top as she saw Severus’ eyes appraising her scantily-clad form.
Remus sat next to Hermione on the bed. “Nice song,” he commented.
“Thanks,” she replied, barely hiding her lust for the chiseled werewolf that was seated by her. “So what’s going on?”
Severus shrugged when Remus looked to him to begin. Sighing, he took Hermione’s hand. “We’re a bit worried about you. You’ve been a recluse a week, Hermione! You’ve barely come out of your room.”
Hermione gaped at him. “You’re not serious. I’ve been bored out of my mind because you lot have been ignoring me!”
Remus was taken aback. “Have not!”
“Have too!”
“Have not!”
“Have too!”
“Shut it!” Severus hissed. Both Remus and Hermione did as they were told. “Perhaps, Lupin, we should solve her problem. And ours, for that matter.”
Remus looked at him dangerously. “Severus…”
Severus raised an eyebrow. “Well, she’s bored, and we’re bored, so we might as well have some entertainment if we’re to be stuck in this decrepit mansion for another week.”
“She is sitting right here!” Hermione protested. “And what exactly would you propose as entertainment?”
“This.”
The gap between Severus and Hermione was closed in three long strides, and Hermione found her lips being crushed by his. Remus protested weakly from beside them, but as he saw Hermione leaning in to the kiss, throwing her arms around Severus’ waist, he thought better and began to place kisses up and down Hermione’s neck.
Hermione shivered in anticipation. Two incredibly sexy men were latching themselves onto her as if there were no tomorrow and looked quite ready to shag her if she gave the command.
Remus detached long enough to tug Hermione’s tank off, and both men were pleasantly surprised to see that she wore no bra underneath, her full breasts exposed in all their glory. They wasted no time taking each rosy, hardened nipple into their mouths. Hermione hissed and threw her head back, her hands running through Remus’ hair as she hooked a leg around Severus.
The two wizards cooperated long enough to finish undressing the young vixen in front of them and proceeded to undress themselves. Hermione took in each of them with a newfound respect for her professors. Remus was muscular with a few scars from his monthly transformation, his skin boasting a healthy glow, and his cock stood out proudly, as it certainly had earned the right – it was probably eight inches long and two and a half inches thick.
Severus was lean and less muscular than Remus, but he was still well-built. His skin was smooth and alabaster with many more scratches than Remus, which Hermione wouldn’t mind tracing with her tongue, and she noted with a slight flush that he was even bigger than Remus.
There was no time to continue her voyeuristic streak as the two men once again attached themselves to her body, Remus covering her breasts and face in suckling kisses and Severus busying himself in Hermione’s lower region. She cried out as he struck gold, tantalizing her clit with alternating long strokes and short nips.
Severus stopped his ministrations when Hermione exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm, flipped over on his back, and yanked Hermione on top of his shaft to ride out her ecstasy. She squeaked in surprise and pleasure at how full she felt, his pulsing cock buried in her velvety depths. Remus continued to suck at Hermione’s neck and down her back, rubbing his length against her wet heat, as Severus guided her hips with his hands, going at an agonizingly slow pace.
The young witch was so enthralled that she didn’t notice Severus pulling her close to his chest, and it wasn’t until he was exploring her mouth with his tongue that she felt Remus spreading her cheeks apart, placing his cock at her rear entrance and slowly pushing himself in with a groan.
“Relax, love,” he whispered gently as he pushed past her tight ring of muscles. She did as she was told and deepened the kiss with Severus as Remus pushed all the way in.
Hermione moaned at the feel of the two wizards rubbing each other through the thin wall that separated them. Slowly at first they moved together, the two men moving Hermione’s hips at the perfect angle to maximize pleasure.
No one noticed when a fourth party entered the room and stripped himself bare. Sirius crawled behind Remus, who was kneeling behind Hermione, and roughly entered his friend.
“Thought you’d have a little fun without ol’ Padfoot, did you?” he teased as Remus cried out in pleasure and pain.
Hermione noticed the speed of the two men inside her becoming faster and their movements much less coordinated. Remus latched onto Hermione’s neck as Sirius rammed into him and as he in turn shoved into Hermione. Within seconds, Severus and Remus stiffened and groaned, their seed spilling into the witch.
The two men barely had time to pull out of Hermione before Sirius grabbed her, flipped her on her back, pushed her legs to her chest, and began slamming into her with abandon. She cried out in absolute bliss as Sirius’ cock hit new angles, driving her up the bed until she was grasping the headboard. Within seconds she was shrieking his name as an intense orgasm washed over her, and her muscles pulsed violently around Sirius, triggering his own orgasm. He growled as he milked his release, thrusting shallowly into Hermione as she rode out her own.
Sirius collapsed onto Hermione and kissed her fiercely. Hermione noted with a smirk that Remus had crumpled on top of Severus, who had in his post-orgasm stupor wrapped an arm around the werewolf.
Hermione’s iPod had come to Aerosmith’s “Cryin’”. The four of them lay on the bed, drifting lazily into a nap just long enough to restore their stamina for the next go-round. After all, they had this house to themselves for an entire week. Now that they had awoken their not-so-hidden desires, it would be such a shame to let it go to waste.
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by ziggy zanzibar
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and/or plots of Harry Potter, nor do I own Apple, iPod, or any of its affiliates. I just like to play with them and put them neatly back in the box when I've finished.
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Hermione Granger was utterly bored. There she was, left in the Order’s headquarters, being “chaperoned” by Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Severus Snape. Chaperoned? Ha! “Ignored” was more like it!
Severus she could understand – frankly, she wanted nothing to do with him, though lately she had been noticing the Potion Master’s subtle sexuality – long fingers, lusty dark eyes, and a mysterious aura – not to mention the melodic, velvety sound of his voice as he chastised her for one thing or another, though he tended to focus on her “damned curiosity.”
Sirius and Remus, however, had absolutely no excuse. They were supposed to be her friends, and yet they were off doing Merlin knows what in the kitchen! Probably attempting to cook again without burning something (such as the two chickens, five potatoes, and three Pop Tarts they had already ignited and/or blown up) while the rest of the Order were finishing their third week’s worth of testimony at the Ministry to recount the fall of Voldemort. They could only get away with such antics because they were too damn sexy for their own good.
Hermione sighed. She placed her iPod in the home stereo system her parents had given her for graduation several years back and flipped to her “Sexy” playlist. Immediately Justin Timberlake began to belt out “SexyBack.”
The young witch lay back in her bed and looked around at the room in which she had taken up residence for the past week. It was one of the master bedrooms, with a king-size bed, private bathing quarters, and a separate living room. It wasn’t all too bad, except for the fact that it was so dark. Scarlett and black were the main colors of the room, and not a single furnishing was left out – scarlet sofa with black pillows, ebony wood furniture, and black satin sheets. On second thought, Hermione didn’t so much mind the sheets.
A knock on the door startled her.
“Come in!” she called, pushing herself up on her palms to greet whichever of the three men that were staying with her had decided to visit.
It was Remus, with Severus close behind.
“Mind if we step in?” Remus asked, glancing around the room.
Hermione nodded. “Please,” she said, self-consciously adjusting her denim skirt and red tank top as she saw Severus’ eyes appraising her scantily-clad form.
Remus sat next to Hermione on the bed. “Nice song,” he commented.
“Thanks,” she replied, barely hiding her lust for the chiseled werewolf that was seated by her. “So what’s going on?”
Severus shrugged when Remus looked to him to begin. Sighing, he took Hermione’s hand. “We’re a bit worried about you. You’ve been a recluse a week, Hermione! You’ve barely come out of your room.”
Hermione gaped at him. “You’re not serious. I’ve been bored out of my mind because you lot have been ignoring me!”
Remus was taken aback. “Have not!”
“Have too!”
“Have not!”
“Have too!”
“Shut it!” Severus hissed. Both Remus and Hermione did as they were told. “Perhaps, Lupin, we should solve her problem. And ours, for that matter.”
Remus looked at him dangerously. “Severus…”
Severus raised an eyebrow. “Well, she’s bored, and we’re bored, so we might as well have some entertainment if we’re to be stuck in this decrepit mansion for another week.”
“She is sitting right here!” Hermione protested. “And what exactly would you propose as entertainment?”
“This.”
The gap between Severus and Hermione was closed in three long strides, and Hermione found her lips being crushed by his. Remus protested weakly from beside them, but as he saw Hermione leaning in to the kiss, throwing her arms around Severus’ waist, he thought better and began to place kisses up and down Hermione’s neck.
Hermione shivered in anticipation. Two incredibly sexy men were latching themselves onto her as if there were no tomorrow and looked quite ready to shag her if she gave the command.
Remus detached long enough to tug Hermione’s tank off, and both men were pleasantly surprised to see that she wore no bra underneath, her full breasts exposed in all their glory. They wasted no time taking each rosy, hardened nipple into their mouths. Hermione hissed and threw her head back, her hands running through Remus’ hair as she hooked a leg around Severus.
The two wizards cooperated long enough to finish undressing the young vixen in front of them and proceeded to undress themselves. Hermione took in each of them with a newfound respect for her professors. Remus was muscular with a few scars from his monthly transformation, his skin boasting a healthy glow, and his cock stood out proudly, as it certainly had earned the right – it was probably eight inches long and two and a half inches thick.
Severus was lean and less muscular than Remus, but he was still well-built. His skin was smooth and alabaster with many more scratches than Remus, which Hermione wouldn’t mind tracing with her tongue, and she noted with a slight flush that he was even bigger than Remus.
There was no time to continue her voyeuristic streak as the two men once again attached themselves to her body, Remus covering her breasts and face in suckling kisses and Severus busying himself in Hermione’s lower region. She cried out as he struck gold, tantalizing her clit with alternating long strokes and short nips.
Severus stopped his ministrations when Hermione exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm, flipped over on his back, and yanked Hermione on top of his shaft to ride out her ecstasy. She squeaked in surprise and pleasure at how full she felt, his pulsing cock buried in her velvety depths. Remus continued to suck at Hermione’s neck and down her back, rubbing his length against her wet heat, as Severus guided her hips with his hands, going at an agonizingly slow pace.
The young witch was so enthralled that she didn’t notice Severus pulling her close to his chest, and it wasn’t until he was exploring her mouth with his tongue that she felt Remus spreading her cheeks apart, placing his cock at her rear entrance and slowly pushing himself in with a groan.
“Relax, love,” he whispered gently as he pushed past her tight ring of muscles. She did as she was told and deepened the kiss with Severus as Remus pushed all the way in.
Hermione moaned at the feel of the two wizards rubbing each other through the thin wall that separated them. Slowly at first they moved together, the two men moving Hermione’s hips at the perfect angle to maximize pleasure.
No one noticed when a fourth party entered the room and stripped himself bare. Sirius crawled behind Remus, who was kneeling behind Hermione, and roughly entered his friend.
“Thought you’d have a little fun without ol’ Padfoot, did you?” he teased as Remus cried out in pleasure and pain.
Hermione noticed the speed of the two men inside her becoming faster and their movements much less coordinated. Remus latched onto Hermione’s neck as Sirius rammed into him and as he in turn shoved into Hermione. Within seconds, Severus and Remus stiffened and groaned, their seed spilling into the witch.
The two men barely had time to pull out of Hermione before Sirius grabbed her, flipped her on her back, pushed her legs to her chest, and began slamming into her with abandon. She cried out in absolute bliss as Sirius’ cock hit new angles, driving her up the bed until she was grasping the headboard. Within seconds she was shrieking his name as an intense orgasm washed over her, and her muscles pulsed violently around Sirius, triggering his own orgasm. He growled as he milked his release, thrusting shallowly into Hermione as she rode out her own.
Sirius collapsed onto Hermione and kissed her fiercely. Hermione noted with a smirk that Remus had crumpled on top of Severus, who had in his post-orgasm stupor wrapped an arm around the werewolf.
Hermione’s iPod had come to Aerosmith’s “Cryin’”. The four of them lay on the bed, drifting lazily into a nap just long enough to restore their stamina for the next go-round. After all, they had this house to themselves for an entire week. Now that they had awoken their not-so-hidden desires, it would be such a shame to let it go to waste.
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