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Hermione should have known she’d let it slip sooner or later. While she was good at keeping secrets, this one had been threatening to spill for longer than she would have liked to admit. While she shared everything with Harry and Ron, this was one thing they didn’t need to know. Even though they occasionally talked about sex after a few drinks, they really did not want to know about Hermione’s inner world and fantasies. Absolutely not.
Despite her best efforts, it had slipped past her tongue on one lovely summer afternoon at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. A couple months had passed since Voldemort’s defeat, and the Golden Trio had taken an accelerated course in order to pass their NEWTs. Hermione had passed with flying colors and had been heavily contemplating her future while enjoying some casual reading and leisurely time in the sun. She had spent an inordinate about of time in the library reading all sorts of books she’d never had the time for before—romance novels, science fiction, classic muggle literature. Early into her summer reading, she had found a tattered romance novel stuck between two tomes, shoved between them like it had been hurriedly hidden there.
The book wasn’t long and didn’t have much of a plot, but it rapidly opened up Hermione’s mind to a world she hadn’t given much consideration to—kinky sex.
Of course, Hermione had slept with a few people since graduation. She had the spare time and the interest, so she’d been to a few social events and hooked up with a few men. While it was mostly disappointing, it had been enlightening. If anything, it helped her figure out what she did want, and what she wanted was an older man. She wanted someone with experience, and she wanted someone to take charge. She was sick of sleeping with men who she needed to lead around on a metaphorical lease. She craved feeling taken care enough to truly submit to a man, knowing that he was capable and ready to please.
When Hermione opened the hidden novel in the Black library, she found herself diving right into a fantasy she couldn’t escape. The protagonist had called her lover Daddy, and wasn’t that something? She had gasped aloud the first time it popped up on the page, but as she kept reading, Hermione felt the telltale warmth in her abdomen and a sudden dampness she couldn’t explain away.
Sure, she had read a raunchy book before, but none of them made her feel quite so flushed and hot. It had set her blood on fire to read about the unusual dynamic between the characters. The woman was submissive, but almost...girly. The man had called her Little Girl, then later Good Girl. The pet names caused a rush of heat throughout her body.
After that day, Hermione had taken the book from the shelves and hidden it under her mattress. She reread her favorite scenes at least once a week, and she was willing to admit to herself that she was obsessed. She wanted it, she craved it, she needed it. She also had no idea where to get such a thing, or if men would see her as some sort of sexual deviant for her new desires. Without knowing, and being too embarrassed to ask her peers, the thoughts and fantasies festered in her mind.
Within a couple of weeks after discovering the book, Hermione found herself in the library again, cuddled up on the couch in her favorite sundress and a pair of delicate white socks, perfectly content. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail to keep it out of her face while she read the book again, only feeling safe to bring it out of her bedroom due to the plain book cover she’d placed on it, and the lack of people in the house. Harry and Ron had gone out for the day, and Remus was running a few errands.
It was about an hour after she’d settled in, that she heard the library door open. Jumping in her seat, Hermione quickly snapped her book shut and shoved in onto the coffee table, hoping to look casual. Wide eyed, she turned back to see Remus closing the door behind him. A lovely smile warmed his face, and he appeared to have just returned from his errands, as he had a bag from the local bookstore in his hands.
“Hermione,” he spoke happily, “Just popping in to drop off some new books, don’t mind me.” Remus began walking towards the winding and twisting bookshelves of the Black library and passed by her. Hermione’s heartbeat was still fast from the heated contents of the novel, and it only beat faster when she saw Remus pause for a second as he passed by her, his nose twitching.
Oh no.
Oh shit.
Can he...?
Can he smell...?
Hermione squeezed her legs shut as the all-consuming thought crossed her mind that Remus's extraordinary werewolf smell extended to all smells, including the ones she would rather he didn’t know about.
Something about him knowing made her core pulse.
“Hermione?” his voice cut through her mental haze. Looking around for him, she figured he must be behind some of the bookcases, out of sight. “Are you...alright?” his tone wavered for a moment as though he was nervous. Hermione felt her face warm and began to wring her hands in her lap.
“Yes.” her voice cracked as she spoke and she internally cursed. Clearing her throat, she tried again, “Yes, I’m perfectly alright.”
She couldn’t have known, of course, that Remus was having an incredibly difficult time composing himself, unable to escape the euphoria that her scent induced. She had to be ovulating or something, because she smelled sweeter than ever, and it smelled fresh. He swallowed dryly and tried to think of something unpleasant to calm his body down. He felt completely out of control at the way his body was responding to her, but he also found he had no desire to leave the room. He wanted to bask in the heady scent that was coming off of Hermione in waves.
Remus had been fighting his inappropriate thoughts for the past two months, trying to force his mind and body to forget about the feminine whimpers he heard through the walls at night and her lovely smell. His willpower was not nearly as strong when faced with the obvious scent of her arousal. What the hell had she been doing before he walked in? The thought made him groan softly.
“Remus?” her voice called, “everything okay? I thought I heard something.” Shit. He needed to reappear from the around the bookshelves before she caught onto him. Rolling his shoulders back, he breathed deeply and walked back into the lounge area of the library. She had picked up her book again and looked up from it when she heard him come around the corner of the bookshelf.
“Perfectly fine.” he said with a strained smile, walking over to sit in the armchair across from her with one of his newly purchased books. He placed it on his lap and opened it to the first page and began to pretend to read the book. Hermione began reading as well and there was silence for a few minutes until Remus picked up on a small gasp and a shifting movement. He glanced up just in time to see her legs rub subtly against each other. Looking up further, his eyes widened as he caught her with her bottom lip under her teeth. She was too engrossed to notice his attention and he was too shocked to move. Hermione was reading a dirty book in the library of all places!
Remus cleared his throat and partially closed his own book. “What’s that you’re reading, Hermione?” he asked in an even tone, trying not to let on what he knew. As she turned her attention to him, he was greeted with the most delicious sight of her. Her pale-yellow dress had ridden up her legs a significant amount, her cheeks and clavicle were flushed the loveliest of pinks, and she looked as though she had been caught red-handed.
“Oh, it’s nothing. What’re you reading? Look like a science fiction novel, maybe?” Remus smirked.
“I’ve never known you to deflect when talking about books...” he stood and walked over to her, plopping himself down onto the couch right next to her. “Show me. What could you possibly be reading, Hermione?” She squeaked and held the book out away from Remus.
“Nothing! Just a novel!” Her plea was, of course, unconvincing as she struggled to keep it from Remus when he reached over her to reach the book. Hermione’s heart was beating so hard she could feel it in her ears. Remus kept stretching over her in attempts to reach the book, causing all sorts of lovely gasps and squeaks to fall out of Hermione’s mouth.
“Remus, please!” she begged, swiping it out of his grip again, and ducking under his arm in an attempt to get off the couch. His name on her tongue rushed through Remus like fiendfyre, and he growled, grabbing her as she tried leaving and tackling her to the couch, ripping the book from her hands. Hermione cried out, “No! No, no, no please don’t! Remus!” she looked on the verge of tears, held down by Remus's forearm as he opened the book with his free hand.
She thought she was embarrassed before, but it could clearly reach new levels of shame as he began reading out loud from the exact passage she had been reading.
“...her lips slid off his cock with an audible ‘pop’ as he pulled her back by her hair. She gasped out, looking up at him from her knees, ‘Daddy, please.’” Remus's eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Merlin, Hermione, what are you doing reading this in the library?” he looked her in the eyes, her face only a few inches from his, due to him pinning her to the couch with his upper body. Hermione’s eyes were glassy, and she was shaking.
“I..” her voice shook. “Please don’t tell anyone.” it came out in the most desperate whisper. A wash of empathy came over Remus and he let up on her a bit, placing his hand on the arm of the couch beside her head instead. Tossing the book back to the coffee table, he turned he locked eyes with hers.
“Of course not, how would I even begin to tell someone that Hermione Granger was in the library while they were away, fantasizing over a dirty novel, smelling like absolute heaven, hmm?” he said, his right eyebrow lifting ever so slightly. “How would one even explain that Hermione Granger has a Daddy kink?” she twitched beneath him, her legs shaking under his weight as they tried to ease the ache beneath her legs. Remus nearly collapsed when he caught a whiff of her pleasure rolling through her. “Merlin,” he gasped out. “You’re enjoying this!”
Hermione wasn’t able to keep the whispered “yes,” from leaving her lips. She had let it slip; her secret was out. At the soft confession, Remus's pupils dilated suddenly.
“Fuck.”
In that moment, Remus didn’t think, actually solely on desire and instinct. He grabbed her ponytail and softly pulled her head back, diving in towards her neck, licking and kissing below Hermione’s ear.
“Did you know that I can smell it? I can smell how wet you are, and it’s been driving me mad since I walked in the door.” he nibbled on her earlobe and she twitched and gasped underneath him. Remus shifted his hips so that he was settled between her legs, her lower half curved around his back, pulling him closer to her center.
“Remus...” Hermione moaned quietly, embarrassed beyond belief. “...please.” Remus traveled his small bites and kissing down her neck to her collarbone, tasting her skin as his heartbeat through his chest.
“You’ll have to be more specific than that Hermione,” he leaned up to speak next to her ear. “Tell me, do you want what you were reading in that little book of yours?” at his question, she squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. Remus licked under her ear again, making her shudder in pleasure. It was clearly a sweet spot of hers. “Use your words, sweet girl.” Those were clearly the magic words, as her legs tightened around him, pulling a hiss out of him as the movement caused his hard cock to rub against her core through their clothes.
“Please, Daddy.”
He almost didn’t hear her, she said it so quiet. She pulled through her embarrassment and looked up at him hopefully. “Fuck me, please, Remus.” Adrenaline was coursing through her, and she couldn’t ignore the large wet patch between her legs. Hermione’s inhibitions flew out the window, she was too turned on to think straight or want anything else. “I need it, please, I can’t take it anymore!”
Remus closed his eyes and moaned loudly. It was the most gorgeous thing Hermione had ever seen. “Fuck, baby girl...” and then his lips collided with hers. She clung to him desperately as they ravaged each other’s mouths desperately.
He pulled away from her, pushing her dress up past her belly button, hastily pulling down her panties and shoving them into his pockets. He eyed her hungrily and undid the button and zipper on his pants to relieve some of the pressure before diving back in to kiss her, his hands wandering under her dress to her chest, finding that she wasn’t wearing a bra. They both moaned as he plucked at her nipples, lightly squeezing her breasts in his hands.
“Remus,” Hermione wined, tugging at the hem of his shirt. Understanding her unspoken command, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor, shifting to remove his trousers immediately after. When he returned to her, it was with his head between her thighs, lapping hungrily at her soft folds.
“Oh my god, oh my god!” she gasped out, her hands shooting out to grasp at his hair. He sucked and licked at her clit, pulling moans of pleasure out of her until it was all he could hear. She began to grind against his face with abandon, chasing her pleasure on his tongue. He obliged, slipping two fingers easily into her wetness to curl against her as he sucked hard. Beautiful, breathless cries fell out of her as she began to ascend towards her peak, her orgasm falling over her in never-ending waves. He sucked at her gently as she came down, watching her collapse against him. Remus’s cock throbbed in his pants, and he reached down to press against it, hissing softly.
Hermione came back to him slowly, breathlessly reaching for him. “More, Remus, more.” she gasped out, pushing at his remaining garment. He smiled and ran a hand through her ponytail.
“Good girls say please and thank you.” he spoke simply, looking into her eyes. “Beg me for it.” a brief pause, “Tell Daddy how badly you want it.” Hermione’s eyes darkened and leaned towards his ear to whisper.
“Please fuck me, Daddy.” Remus shivered.
“Good girl.” he moaned.
A voice echoed through the walls, jolting Remus and Hermione to a sitting position.
“Hermione? You home?” Their eyes met in panic. Remus picked up his clothes from the ground and grabbed Hermione, pulling her deep into the maze of bookshelves to hide. They listened for a moment as Harry’s voice called through the house nonchalantly. As Harry’s voice passed the library, Remus pressed her front into one of the bookshelves and dropped his remaining clothing, stroking his cock slightly before pressing it against her. A small gasp reached him as he pulled her dress over her head and dropped it onto the floor next to his own clothes. Remus’s hands wandered up her sides, exploring her soft skin.
Harry’s voice moved further away, his call for Hermione fading away. Remus's hand was on her stomach, and he whispered a contraceptive charm before forcing Hermione’s legs apart with his foot and lining himself up to her entrance.
“Are you going to beg Daddy for his cock?” he asked her quietly. “Are you going to let me fuck you while Harry is in the house looking for you? What if he catches us, hm?” his words excited Hermione and she ground her ass back against him.
“Yes, yes, Daddy, I want your cock so bad, please let me have it!” Hermione thought she might die if he didn’t fuck her soon. The need had been building up for so long, and here he was, fulfilling her biggest fantasy, rubbing what felt like the loveliest dick in the world against her.
Gripping her hips, Remus pushed into her, slowly filling her up, the curve of his cock rubbing against all the right places and pulling a delighted moan from Hermione’s lips. He immediately began thrusting into her, burying his face in her neck.
“Fuck, Hermione you feel so good!” he growled in her ear, the sound of his thrusts and their moans filling the air. Each thrust sent a thrill down his spine, the scent of her sweet arousal surrounding them. Hermione pushed back against him, breathless in her pleasure, her hands curling around the bookshelf for leverage. Remus reached one hand around her front, swiping her juices on his fingers and using it to rub circles on her clit.
“Oh--! Daddy!” she cried out, grabbing his wrist and pushing on it. “Harder! Harder!” Remus obliged, adding more pressure and he thrust into her, their skin slapping together and going pink. Hermione tightened around him, her muscles starting to clench and release around him.
“Oh, Merlin, yes, baby girl! Come all over Daddy’s cock!” he gasped out in her ear, keeping his rhythm as she pulsed around him, the sensation pulling him over the edge, spilling himself inside of her. She shook against him, writhing in his arms as she moaned loudly. After she rode out of the aftershocks of her orgasm, they both panted heavily against each other, Remus wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly.
“Holy shit.” Hermione gasped out, her legs nearly giving out. Remus laughed, dropping his forehead to her shoulder.
“That just about covers it.” He said with a smile.