Pairing: Hermione Granger x fem!reader
Summary: Date night with Hermione ends better than usual.
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Date night with Hermione was always fun. We always head to a nice muggle restaurant and go shopping afterwards. It's nice to be somewhere where she isn't immediately recognized and we can just somewhat be ourselves.
Tonight we were at her favorite restaurant enjoying a nice meal and some lovely wine. She looked stunning (as always), and she kept winking at me every time she caught me admiring her.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you had a crush on me," she teased, kicking me slightly.
"We're literally dating, shut up granger," I laughed.
"You look amazing," she said, taking my hand and rubbing it slightly.
"You do have good taste. You look lovely as well," I said. She had picked out the dress for me last time we went shopping.
"If we weren't in public right now, I'd have my head between your legs," she smirked, squeezing my hand. My eyes widened as I choked a bit on my wine, not expecting that comment.
"Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?" I said.
"What? Am I not allowed to want my desert a little early when you look that tasty?" she winked.
"Did Fred get you to try another candy? I thought we agreed to stop testing their products after last time?" I whispered.
"Nope, this is just me loving my girlfriend. No magical influences other than you," she laughed.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I'm here for it," I laughed, blushing hard at the thought of her between my legs underneath this table.
"Let's get out of here," she said, squeezing my hand. Seconds later we paid the check and discreetly apparated back to the apartment.
Her soft lips moved hungrily against mine. When I moved towards the bedroom, she held me in place, halting my movement.
"Get on the table, darling. I want my desert now," she said, pushing my hips gently towards our dining room table. I quickly sat on the table, spreading my legs slightly so that she could stand between them.
Ours lips attached again, mouths and tongues moving in synchronicity. Her finger tips dragged up my thighs, tracing patterns as she moved them under my dress. She went to hook her fingers around my underwear, but was only met with my bare hip.
"Fuck, if I had known you weren't wearing any underwear I would've played with you at the restaurant," she smirked, trailing kisses down my neck. Soon she was on her knees in front of me, lifting the bottom of my dress above my thighs, running her fingers through the wetness that had gathered between my thighs. Using her hand to spread myself for her, she blew gently on my pussy, teasing me while my hand tangled in her hair.
I gasped as she licked a long stripe up my pussy, taking her time as she tasted me.
"Baby, please," I moaned as she continued her slow torture. She smirked before slipping a finger into me, pumping in and out as she sucked my clit into her mouth. Her finger curled to press against my g spot, causing me to cry out and grind against her hand. A second finger was added and I was a moaning mess.
"Look at you, completely falling apart for me," Hermione said, looking up at me before reattaching her lips to my clit.
"Oh yes baby, just like that," I moaned out, feeling my stomach tighten. Once she realized I was ready to cum, she sucked on my clit and continued a steady pace with her fingers, causing me to come undone completely. She lapped at my pussy eagerly, cleaning me up as I came down from my high.
Once my legs were done shaking, she stood between them and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, letting me taste myself on her tongue.
"You taste so good baby, I can never get enough of you," she moaned, kissing down my neck. I felt her hand move back up my thigh but I stopped it and held her hands in mine.
"I'm not ready to go again just yet, so why don't you sit on my face until I am?" I said, leading her back to the bedroom to have a wonderful end to our date night.
