Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: songquake
From: its_art

Title: Private Study
Characters/Pairings: Hermione/Tonks
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: Age-Play, Hands-On sexual Education
Other Warnings/Content: Student/Teacher Roleplay, Manual Stimulation, Slight Domination
Word Count: 1000
Summary/Description: Hermione needs a lesson in pleasuring herself. Tonks is more than willing to teach her.
Author's Notes: This story is an AU (Tonks survives DH)

“I’d have thought a brilliant student like you would’ve learned this already.”

Hermione quivered as she leaned over further, her hands pressed flat against the desk. She shut her eyes tightly. “I’ve had so many things to research. Something...” She gulped, arching her back to lift her arse up further. “Something had to fall to the wayside.”

Warm palms stroked over the back of her thighs before rucking up her skirt. “I was never as good a student as you and I still learned about this. You’ve been derelict in your studies.”

The light swat to her backside made Hermione jolt. “Oh! I... I’ll be sure to do homework.”

“Don’t bother. You’ll just need to get some hands on teaching.” The hands pulled away from Hermione. She opened her eyes, watching Tonks walk around the front of the desk, leaning over towards her. “I suppose I’ll have to do it myself.”

“Yes please.” The words escaped Hermione’s mouth breathlessly. “Where do we start?”

“Is that how you address your teacher?” Tonks cupped Hermione’s chin in slender fingers. “You should say ‘Where do we start, Professor?’”

“Of course!” Hermione squirmed, her body already heating up. “I’m so sorry, Professor.”

Tonks smiled softly. “Good girl. Now... On with the lesson.”

Hermione’s legs shook as Tonks once again circled around the desk and settled herself behind Hermione. She heard the sound of wood scraping against the floor as a chair was pulled up. Tonk’s breath was hot against the skin of Hermione’s arse. “The most important thing is that not everything can be learned in books. Some things you can only learn by trying them out. What you like. What feels good.”

Slim fingers pressed against the vee between Hermione’s thighs. She keened and tried to close her legs.

“You don’t want to do that, do you?” Tonks’ voice was low and soothing. “Do you want to shut me out?”

“Nooooo....” Hermione groaned, drawing out the word. She opened her legs back up, bowing her head.

“Good girl,” Tonks cooed. “Don’t be afraid of the feelings. Don’t shy away from this. Let it take over you. Don’t think. Just feel.”

With the smallest of whimpers, Hermione tried to shut her mind down. It was difficult. She’d always prided herself on being constantly at the ready. But her professor was right. She needed to not think. She needed to allow her body to sink into the sensations.

Digits slid through Hermione’s wet folds, stroking and searching. “How is this?”

Hermione’s lips parted as she searched for the words to describe the bolts of white-hot pleasure suffusing her body. Her fingers curled, nails biting into the desk. “G-Good?”

“Good?” Tonks repeated, stroking at Hermione faster. “Is that all you have to say about it?”

“Ah!” Hermione gripped at the desk. “It’s really... Really... Good... Amazing. I want...” She gasped, angling her hips. “I want more.”

“You want more?” Hermione could hear the smile on Tonks’s face. “Oh, you’ll get more.”

Squealing, Hermione braced herself against the onslaught of pleasure as Tonks’s fingers sank into her, gliding in and out rapidly. Her thumb circled around the hardened bud of Hermione’s clitoris.

“Is this what you want? Tell me. Tell me what you want, Hermione.”

“This!” Hermione cried out, tears sliding down her cheeks. “Oh Merlin, this...”

“Am I touching you right?” Tonks demanded. “This is about finding out what is good for you. I should make you touch yourself for me rather than doing it for you.”

Hermione’s eyes flew open. “No! Please do it for me! I... I’ll tell you.”

Tonks’s hand soothed over Hermione’s mound. “Tell me, Hermione. Tell me exactly what you need.”

“I need you to f-f-fuck me,” Hermione tripped over the word. It felt foreign on her tongue. “F-fuck me with your fingers. Rub my clit. P-play with my b-breasts.”

“Ah.” Tonks draped herself over Hermione, pressing a kiss to her neck. “There you go, Luv. Doesn’t that feel better?”

Hermione nodded, shutting her eyes one again. “Yes. Oh Merlin, yes.”

Tonks redoubled her efforts. “Don’t hold back, Hermione. This is for you. All for you.”

“Thank you, Professor,” Hermione breathed. She dropped her head, letting her forehead rest against the desk. Both of Tonks’s hands were busy. The one under her skirt continued to manipulate her, bringing her closer and closer to the brink. The other unbuttoned Hermione’s blouse, uncovering her breasts. Clever fingers plucked and teased at Hermione’s hardened nipples.

It was so much. It was too much. Hermione held tightly to the desk, wanting to brace herself. She thought she might break apart from the pleasure rocking her body.

“Let it take over you,” Tonks instructed. “Don’t fight against it.”

Letting out a trembling breath, Hermione tried to focus on one of the feelings hitting her body, but there were too many. They all mingled together, growing and taking over her form. The sensations reached their apex and Hermione screamed out, letting it all wash over her. She couldn't have fought against the tide even if she had wanted to. She was a slave to the pleasure of her body.

“Good girl,” Tonks purred. “Such a good girl.”

Deft fingers continued to manipulate Hermione, guiding her through her orgasm as it crested. Limply, Hermione fell onto the desk and lethargy filled her limbs.

“Come on now,” Tonks whispered, collecting Hermione’s weary body into her arms. “Your desk isn’t a good place to take a kip.”

“Mm,” Hermione nuzzled herself into Tonks’s chest. “’m tired.”

“Can you imagine if one of your assistants or undersecretaries came in here and found you like this, shagged into exhaustion?” Tonks pressed a kissed to Hermione’s forehead before kissing her on the lips. “The scandal of it!’

Hermione’s lower lip jutted out. “Oh, the Minister for Magic is allowed to have some fun.”

“Not this kind of fun. At least not in the office.” Tonks laughed, stroking Hermione’s bushy, sweat-soaked hair. “Come on, Luv. Let’s go home. The Minister can have as much fun as she wants there. And believe me, I want to have some more.”