**Hermione’s Study Session**

It started as a simple tutoring session. Hermione sat cross-legged on my couch, textbooks spread across the coffee table, her thick, curly hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She bit her bottom lip as she skimmed the pages, her fingers drumming absently on her thigh. I should’ve been focusing on the lesson, but all I could think about was how badly I wanted her.

Then she caught me staring.

“Distracted already?” she teased, a smirk playing on her lips.

I swallowed hard. “You have no idea.”

Hermione set the book aside, her eyes darkening with something far more interesting than academics. “Show me.”

My heart pounded. “What?”

She leaned forward, her fingers brushing my thigh. “You heard me. Pull it out. Let me see how hard I make you.”

Fuck.

I didn’t hesitate. My cock was already straining against my jeans, and I unbuttoned them quickly, shoving them down just enough to free myself. My dick sprang up, thick and dripping. Hermione’s breath hitched, her gaze locked on it.

“Good,” she murmured. “Now touch yourself. Slow at first—I want to watch.”

I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking slowly, the pre-cum slicking my way. Hermione licked her lips, her own fingers drifting between her thighs, pressing against her skirt.

“Faster,” she ordered, voice husky.

I obeyed, tightening my grip, picking up the rhythm. My breath came in rough gasps as she watched me, her own arousal obvious in the way her hips shifted, how her fingers dug into her thigh.

“You like this?” I groaned.

Her laugh was breathless. “I *love* it.” Then she leaned in closer, her lips brushing my ear. “Now I want you to put a finger in your ass.”

I froze, my hand stilling on my cock. “What?”

Hermione’s smirk deepened. “You heard me. One finger. Just to see how it feels.”

I was so turned on I didn’t even argue. Spitting into my palm, I reached behind myself, pressing my middle finger against my hole. The first push was tight—almost too tight—but then the resistance gave way, and my finger slid inside.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

Hermione moaned, watching my face twist in pleasure. “Does it feel good?”

I nodded, my voice ragged. “Yeah—yeah, fuck—”

“Now stroke yourself again,” she breathed. “And keep your finger there.”

It was overwhelming—the dual sensations of my ass clenching around my own finger while my hand worked my cock in rough, desperate tugs. My hips jerked, my balls drawing up tight.

Hermione’s hand slipped under her skirt, her fingers working quick circles over her clit. “That’s it,” she panted. “Just like that. You look so fucking hot like this.”

I could hear how wet she was, the slick sounds of her fingers moving between her legs blending with the filthy slap of my hand on my cock. Pre-cum dribbled down my shaft, making the glide even messier, even better.

“I’m close,” I warned through gritted teeth.

Hermione let out a whimper, her thighs tensing. “Come for me,” she begged. “I want to see you lose it.”

That was all it took. My back arched, my cock pulsed, and thick ropes of cum shot across my stomach, my finger still buried deep inside me. Hermione gasped as she came too, her body shuddering, her head falling back.

For a long moment, all we could do was breathe.

Then Hermione grinned, licking her lips. “Next time,” she said, “we’re using my wand.”