Sirius/Hermione

Sirius arrived back at Number 12 Grimmauld Place about when she expected he’d be done with his errand, and seemed a little surprised to find only Hermione waiting for him.

“Ms. Granger,” he said, with the unaccustomed formality that came off always a little teasing. “Where are the others?”

“They decided to visit the zoo,” Hermione said, “so dinner’s going to be a little late. Can I get you a beer?”

She could see him consider it—whether it was all a ruse to get herself some alcohol—before deciding that there was no way sweet, responsible Hermione would try something so underhanded. “Sure, thanks.”

He sunk down onto the couch, putting his booted feet up on a nearby armchair. Hermione stiffened in disapproval, but as this was his house, she supposed he could do what he liked.

She got a cold bottle of beer from the icebox and returned to the living room with a bounce, taking fast strides to make sure her braless tits would jiggle beneath her tight T-shirt. Sirius noticed and squinted with interest, before forcing himself to look away. Hermione tried to keep an innocent smile on her face as she handed him the bottle.

“Here you go, Mr. Black,” she said. “Is something wrong?”

“Now that you mention it,” Sirius said reluctantly, “there is the way you’re dressed. Or not dressed, if you take my meaning.”

“Oh?” Hermione asked theatrically, before looking down at the erect peaks of her nipples. “Ah. How silly of me. I forgot to wear a bra!”

Sirius reddened, as if it were even worse to hear Hermione say so in her crisp, girlish voice than to see her that way. “You should probably put one on.”

“But Mr. Black, bras are so uncomfortable,” Hermione said, seating herself beside Sirius on the couch. “You don’t know how good it feels to go without one. Wait—actually, you must! It’s not like you wear one. Why should I wear one and not you?”

“Well, I, it’s…” Sirius found himself in the unexpected role of lawmaker and discovered that it didn’t suit him at all. “Never mind. Wear what you like. You’re old enough, God knows…”

“You’re right,” Hermione said, tugging her T-shirt off. “I am old enough.”

Sirius’s eyes almost popped staring at her naked breasts. They were gorgeous, the size of grapefruits, capped with erect little nipples. He felt a sudden embarrassing stiffness in his cock and fought to regain his self-control.

“Hermione, now, this is really too much!” he snapped. “Put your shirt back on this instant!”

“Oh, it’s ‘Hermione’ now?” she cooed. “It’s too hot for a shirt. I’m sweltering. And besides, it’s not like you always go around with a shirt on.”

“That’s different!” Sirius protested. “I’m a man. An adult!” he quickly corrected himself.

“I’m pretty grown up myself,” Hermione said. “Here, can’t you tell?”

She took one of his big callused hands and put it on her breast. Sirius barely stifled a groan as he touched the deliciously soft, silky flesh stirring with breath beneath his fingers. His cock bulged in his pants with a mind of its own. His face became as red as an apple.

“Hermione, stop that!”

But she held his hand firmly against her breasts, sinking back against the couch with a giggle. “Rub my tits, Sirius. It feels nice.”

Sirius didn’t know what was coming over him. It felt like he was betraying Harry, letting himself be seduced by this young vixen that was such a good friend of his godson’s, and yet he’d be betraying himself if he didn’t take what she was so overtly offering. He might not’ve been a young man anymore, but he certainly wasn’t old enough to just turn his nose up at an erotic creature like this. 

He found himself setting aside his beer and putting both hands on Hermione’s beautiful tits, squeezing and caressing, making Hermione gurgle with pleasure. His prick, as hard as a rock and leaking precum, pushed so far against the crotch of his pants that he could hear the fabric stretching, while his balls were swollen with an enormous load of cum. When was the last time he’d gotten rid of any of it? A week? Two? A month?

“Mmmm, yes, I love that!” Hermione rasped, her voice becoming husky with lust the more Sirius massaged her tits.

Sirius was breathing deeply, harshly, as his fingers sunk into Hermione’s warm, throbbing breasts. He was barely able to release his grip to squeeze them again. Her erect nipples were poking into his palms and she was giving little moans and gasps of delight as his hands moved over her sensitive tits. He realized he was making her even more horny than she already was, but he just couldn’t stop himself. She was just so creamy and sweet and good to the touch.

“It’s so hot,” Hermione muttered. “I think I’ll take my jeans off, too.”

Sirius didn’t protest, assuring himself that a good girl like Hermione would be wearing panties, probably ones modest enough to count as shorts on any other woman. So his eyes were huge when Hermione shucked off her jeans and showed herself to be totally bare. He stared at her wiry little bush and his prick nearly tore its way out of his pants.

“Hermione,” he said hoarsely, “you really do need to put some clothes on.”

“But I’m so comfortable like this,” she said, her voice purring like she was enjoying his gaze on her as much as she’d enjoyed his fondling of her breasts. “You would be, too. Let me show you.”

She was already tugging at his shirt as she said this. She got it off, then ran her fingers through the thick chest hair running up his ribs. Then she slid down to her knees and pulled off his boots, his socks. Her fingers went for his fly and Sirius could feel his ears burning, his breath charging in and out of him like he was hyperventilating. He couldn’t let her see the massive erection that she herself had given him.

“No, no,” he stammered, “I’m a bit chilly now. I think I’ll leave my pants on.”

“Oh, it’s all right, Sirius.” Hermione grinned up at him. “I know you’re hard.”

Sirius got even redder as Hermione quickly unzipped his trousers, then grasped his waistband and pulled down both them and his underwear in one brisk tug, leaving him naked. She gasped with delighted surprise as his massive erection shot up into the air. It was the biggest cock she’d ever seen, a good eight inches long and as thick around as her wrist.

“But not how hard!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide. “It’s too bad you’re so cold. I guess I’ll have to find somewhere warm to put it.”