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Fulfilling Harry’s Needs Ch.20 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2023-02-20 18:19:19 +0000 UTCHarry still wasn’t feeling himself.
After his check-up at St. Mungo’s, what Harry did at the Burrow haunted him in his dreams for days on end. It had almost been a week since then, and Harry still woke up sweaty and bothered.
It wasn’t a bad thing. Not when Harry woke up with his cock as hard as steel, and there was a very willing fiancee sleeping next to him. Of course, after a week of getting shaken awake in the middle of the night to get slammed, it exhausted Ginny like never before.
That was why Harry was alone again, left with his thoughts, unable to avoid thinking about what he constantly dreamt about.
Arthur’s intense desire to watch his wife get absolutely railed in front of him never left Harry’s mind. He wasn’t sure what happened after he left Molly dripping with his cum from her holes, but all Harry knew was that he got hard thinking about it.
It was nothing to worry about when he was fucking Molly since all he could focus on was her voluptuous body jiggling in wonderful ways, but when he was alone like this, Arthur often came up in Harry’s mind. It was disrespectful to the man with how aroused Harry got when he thought of Arthur watching pathetically from the side as Molly whorishly bounced on his cock.
The most infuriating thing about this was that he hadn’t fucked Molly since then, and Harry had no intention of doing so anytime soon…. maybe that was a lie.
Harry would stay away as long as he could, but the next time he saw her, he knew Molly would be bent over the nearest surface with him pounding into her fat arse.
Molly and her fat arse were chased from his thoughts by a silver otter that flew into the room.
“Meet me at the office.”
Harry blinked when the patronus disappeared. That message had been unexpected. Hermione had been refusing to say a word to him in the past week. If that wasn’t the case, Ginny might not have run away from the house to give herself a break.
The smile on Harry’s face couldn’t get wider as he quickly dressed. Even if Hermione was calling him to simply argue, he didn’t mind. He missed the bossy witch in the past week.
After a quick apparition, Harry walked into the small office to see Hermione leaning on the desk as she flipped through some papers.
“Oh, Harry,” Hermione said after glancing at him for a moment before looking back down, “I didn’t think you’d come here this quickly.”
“That’s the greeting I get after you avoided me for a week?”
“What did you expect?” Hermione said distractedly, “And I wasn’t avoiding you, Harry. I was busy running your business.”
Harry finally remembered why Hermione got so angry at him a week ago. It boiled down to him being irresponsible and Hermione being a good friend by trying to change it. For some reason, that somehow endeared her more to him than all the fantastic blowjobs she had given him.
… Fuck, Harry felt himself getting hard. Looking at Hermione’s pursed lips was doing more than enough to excite him, even though he could see that she was in no mood for anything sexual. He was an unrelenting horndog.
Harry shifted to lean on the wall while casually crossing his arms over his groin, or at least trying to be casual. The only thing going for him was that Hermione still wasn’t looking at him.
“It’s a good thing you came early,” Hermione thought she had heard Harry moan but figured it must be her undersexed week taking effect, “I need to fill you in on what’s happening.”
Harry moved his hands further away from his body, trying to avoid rubbing against his growing cock and making it worse. He knew he looked beyond ridiculous right now, but what else could he do? Using magic would make Hermione look at him, and running away would get her even angrier. At least this way, she would know he would listen even while horny.
… Harry really wanted to fuck Hermione right now.
“The Malfoys are coming over today. I rejected them at the Cannons match, but they want to make a counter offer. I’m reading it right now, actually. It’s frankly reasonable.”
“You know my feelings about this, Hermione,” Harry replied, hoping she wouldn’t look up, “Do what you feel best.”
“This might involve something that you should have a say in,” Hermione put the paper on the desk and looked up, “I sensed something from Ast—”
“… Really, Harry? Right now?”
Harry, seeing that his best attempt at hiding his erection had failed, shrugged and stopped holding his hands over his groin. “Can you blame me?”
“Yes. Yes, I can,” Hermione rolled her eyes, “Were you not getting what you needed with Ginny and Molly?”
“I haven’t seen Molly much in the last week, but Ginny’s been great.”
Hermione winced, feeling sorry for her friend for having to deal with Harry alone. She felt a little more guilty about ignoring Harry for longer than she intended. Hermione didn’t lie when she told Harry she lost track of time running his business. She meant to forgive Harry the day after, but things kept popping up. With her habit of single-mindedly focusing on what she was working on, all other matters were put in the back of her mind.
“I guess Ginny’s been feeling sore, then?”
“Ah, yeah, a bit,” Harry scratched his head, “She went to a spa for the day.”
“Lucky, witch,” Hermione muttered, “I could use one of those.”
“Not my fault, though. I went to St. Mungo’s, and they recommended that I keep up my sexual activity.”
“St. Mungo’s?” Hermione asked with concern, “Why did you go there?”
“Pansy told me to go for a follow-up at my engagement party. Turns out that if I don’t have sex for a few days, I might turn into a maniac.”
“What?!”
“Crazy, right?”
Hermione stared at him for a moment before saying, “Is this why you have become some sort of sex god recently?”
“Really?” Harry brightened up, “You think so?”
“How long have you gone without sex? Do you need my help?” Hermione asked, ignoring Harry’s pride at being called a sex god.
“… As much as I want to lie and say yes, I made love to Ginny last night. I’ll be fine.”
Hermione laughed, “I’m not sure if I should be insulted. Does this mean you don’t want me to take care of that?”
Harry looked down at where Hermione was pointing to see a massive tent in his trousers. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no.”
Hermione looked at the chair behind her before glancing back at Harry, her hidden fantasy reappearing in her mind. She had always wanted to do this with Ron, but it wasn’t possible for reasons that were now apparent.
“Sit on the chair,” Hermione pulled Harry over to the desk and pushed him down, “I’ll take care of it, but promise me you’ll look over the documents while I do this.”
Harry looked up at Hermione standing over him, looking like some sort of fantasy had come to life. He never thought he had much of an office lady fetish, since he was a wizard and all. It was probably just Hermione in any outfit that could get him going.
Harry leaned back in the chair and spread his legs when Hermione got on her knees while using his thighs as support on the way down.
“I can’t believe you’re forcing me to do this, Mr. Potter.”
Harry blinked in shock before trying to push away from Hermione. It was unsuccessful since she kept him in place.
“What? I’m not forcing you, Hermione! You don’t have to do this.”
“Harry, would you play along?!” Hermione rolled her eyes, “You’re my boss, and I’m the secretary that needs to blow you to keep my job.”
“Oh. OH!” Harry’s eyes lit up, looking at Hermione in a new way. He cleared his throat and said, “Then get to it, Ms. Granger. You’ve kept me waiting.”
Hermione gave Harry a pretty smile before dropping it to slowly unzip his trousers. She traced his tip with her thumb to gather the leaking precum and popped it in her mouth, sucking it clean.
“You don’t seem reluctant, Ms. Granger. In fact, you look quite happy to taste me.”
Hermione pulled Harry’s chair closer to get her lips on his shaft without moving herself. After feeling his cock twitch under her kiss, Hermione said, “I can’t lose this job, Mr. Potter. I’ll do what I must to keep it.”
Harry put his hand on Hermione’s head when she moved down his shaft and licked his base before pulling down his trousers further to reveal his balls.
“Remember to read the documents, Mr. Potter. I wouldn’t want you to be surprised by what the Malfoys want to offer you because of me.”
Harry’s eyes fluttered when Hermione lay soft kisses on his balls while using both her hands to slowly stroke his hard cock. He might have been clueless initially, but he understood that Hermione wanted him to seem unaffected by the blowjob she would soon give him. She wanted Harry to act like the boss who was used to this.
With willpower that Harry didn’t know he possessed, he shakily gathered the documents Hermione had prepared for him and tried to read through them.
It was almost impossible.
Harry couldn’t see what Hermione was doing, but he could feel and hear everything. She had lathered his balls in her spit before moving back up his shaft, leaving wet kisses on the way up and teasing his tip with her tongue.
“Fuck me,” Harry muttered under his breath.
Hermione hummed around the cock in her mouth as she languidly moved back and forth, taking her time to savor the wonderful taste of Harry’s precum. It was rare that she could do this, mainly because Harry was a savage and usually used her mouth like a fucktoy and didn’t let her enjoy what he had to offer. Hermione didn’t mind that, of course, but she found that she also liked making love to his cock with her mouth.
With a soft pop, Hermione released Harry’s cock and asked, “Do you have any questions, Mr. Potter?”
Harry’s eyes were unfocused as he stared at the papers in his hands.
“Maybe you’ll be more productive if you were closer to the desk,” Hermione commented before backing up on her knees, “Move your chair closer, Mr. Potter.”
Harry looked down to see Hermione fitting perfectly under the desk like she had explicitly chosen it for this purpose. He placed the papers on the desk and pulled himself closer. If someone was not on the other side, they would never know that there was a slut slobbering on his cock underneath.
Hermione kissed the tip of his cock before taking it back into her mouth. She didn’t use any spells this time to enhance her ability to take his cock down her throat, so there was a lot more gagging and choking when the back of her mouth was probed by his massive cock.
It got her off something fierce to have Harry in this imaginary position of power. Even though he was technically her boss, the reality of her position let Hermione do whatever she wanted with little to no oversight. She liked that, she really did, but sometimes she wished there was an authority figure over her. Maybe it was her worship of them in her younger years.
Who better to do that than Harry? The man was already rocking her world by ruining her pussy for any other man.
“Ms. Granger, do you think clause five needs an amendment? It seems they are asking for too much gold for what they are offering.”
Hermione’s knickers flooded when she realized that it was a valid question. Harry was actually reading over the terms of the deal while she was doing her best to give him a sloppy blowjob. She pulled off his cock with a slurp, strands of spit still connecting her mouth to his manhood.
“They compensated for overvaluation with greater control over their company decisions. I also believe there might be a surprise for us when they meet you.”
“Hmm,” Harry reached down and pulled Hermione’s head closer, “I see. You may start again, Ms. Granger.”
Hermione’s smile couldn’t be seen by him, but he could almost see it when she kissed his cock before swallowing him until she gagged. She didn’t relent and rewarded Harry for taking this seriously by taking his cock to the back of her mouth repeatedly until she had to release him to cough harshly.
Harry’s fingers crumpled the papers with his tight grip as he curled his toes to keep himself still. When Hermione went back to sucking his cock, Harry thought that he could get used to this.
If this was the welcome he’d get when he came to the office, Harry would be willing to come every day… in multiple ways.
The sound of Hermione sloppily sucking Harry’s cock, with her gags and all, filled the office for what seemed like an hour. Harry had almost gotten used to the feeling of Hermione nursing on his manhood, almost like it was natural for him to do so.
“This seems fine to me, Ms. Granger. Do you have any objections?” Harry’s voice quivered slightly, telling Hermione just how close he was to blowing his load into her mouth.
Not that she needed the extra information. Hermione had become an expert in knowing when Harry was about to cum. She certainly had his cock in her mouth enough to know about that. It also helped that her hands were cupping his balls, massaging them gently, just like Hermione knew Harry liked.
Deciding to give her sore jaw a rest, Hermione hollowed her cheeks and released his balls to rapidly stroke his shaft. Harry grunted in surprise when the slow blowjob was abruptly switched to something much faster.
“Oh, Merlin,” Harry hunched over the desk, “I’m going to cum, Hermione!”
Hermione forgave Harry for breaking the role-play because she could barely remember it herself at this point. She pulled away until only his tip was inside her mouth and milked his shaft toward her lips. Using both hands to stroke his cock like she was trying to urge the cum in his balls into her mouth.
With Hermione’s tongue helping by licking Harry’s wide tip relentlessly, she successfully got the cum she had missed tasting for a week.
“Yes!” Harry hissed, “Swallow all of it!”
Hermione hummed around his spewing cock and licked at his opening, drawing more from the shaft until her mouth was filled with a pool of pearly white cum. She knew plenty more was coming and quickly swallowed what was in her mouth to prepare herself for the rest.
“Fuck!” Harry’s fist slammed into the desk as he tried to push all the cum he had into Hermione’s mouth.
Harry leaned back in his chair a minute later as Hermione pushed him away from the desk. He looked down to see her mouth open, revealing the mouth filled with his cum until she closed it to swallow everything with one gulp.
“Merlin save me,” Harry whispered as his cock stayed hard as a rock.
“That’ll have to wait, I’m afraid,” Hermione lightly touched Harry’s cock as he stood up, “The Malfoys are due to arrive soon.”
“Delay it,” Harry immediately suggested, “I don’t care about it anyway.”
“Well, I do. Take this seriously, and I’ll fuck you in that chair, Harry.”
Harry had no choice but to go along with Hermione’s plans. He was utterly helpless.
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