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Summary: When it comes to computers, Bill is a quick learner. Bill/Hermione.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #36: computer.
Word Count: 944.
When Hermione had bought the computer, she had hoped that it might allow Bill to better understand her Muggle heritage. The computer itself was nothing special, second-hand but as good as new. Bill had been understandably puzzled by the plastic boxes and the glaring screen, but he was a quick learner and Hermione left him to explore it by himself while she popped out to get some more bread and milk.
By the time she had got back, Bill had discovered porn.
It had taken her only fifteen minutes to walk down to the corner shop but, in that time, Bill had managed to fill the screen with pictures that made Hermione blush when she saw them.
“No wonder Muggles like these things so much,” Bill said, as though he didn’t have an image of a brunette woman in front of him, her hands cupping her breasts. “Look at all the porn!”
Hermione had seen porn before, of course. When you were mainly friends with boys, it was hard not to. Bill had his own supply, too, although Hermione purposefully ignored the shoebox under their bed whenever she did the cleaning. She regularly had to go away for work, so she didn’t really hold a grudge, especially as she knew just how powerful his sex drive could be. Porn had never been something that particularly interested her, though. Real, live naked men were far more satisfying that pictures that had probably been altered.
“Bill, you really shouldn’t be looking at this,” Hermione said, biting her lip.
He raised his eyebrows and Hermione could see the faint flush of arousal on his cheeks. “Why not?” he asked, sounding vaguely amused. “Are you going to tell my mum or something?” he teased.
“Of course not!” Hermione protested, cheeks turning red. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not being ridiculous. Now. Come and sit on my knee and look at the porn like a good girl.” Bill grinned and grabbed Hermione’s wrist, tugging her down onto his lap. He kissed the side of her neck, pushing her hair out the way. Reaching around her, Bill clicked on another link, studying the picture that appeared with interest. “I think she looks a bit like you,” he said after a moment.
Hermione had to agree that there was a bit of a similarity between her and the woman on the screen, squirming slightly when Bill’s free hand started to move up her thigh and under her skirt. When she wriggled, though, she could feel Bill’s cock start to harden against her arse, the wizard exhaling sharply against her ear.
“I… I think my breasts are bigger than hers,” Hermione said tightly, breath catching in her chest as Bill’s hand moved higher.
“Mmmm. Yes.” Bill took his hand off the mouse, bringing it up to give her breast a squeeze. Hermione bit back a moan and Bill took that as a sigh of encouragement, rubbing his thumb of her nipple and feeling it start to harden. “Your tits are much nicer than hers.”
Hermione whimpered slightly, wishing that the way Bill used vulgar terms like tits didn’t turn her on so much.
“You see the way she’s looking straight into the camera?” Bill asked in a whisper, starting to rub Hermione through her knickers. Hermione instinctively moved her legs apart to give him more room. “And the way she’s kind of nearly smiling, like she knows just how wicked she’s being.”
Hermione’s lips suddenly felt dry and she licked them, nodding.
“That’s the sort of look you get when you’re undoing my trousers.” Bill’s tongue traced along the shell of her ear. “When you’re going down on your knees and about to take my cock into your mouth.”
The touch of his fingers against her became more intense and Hermione could feel the material of her knickers getting damp. “And look how her hand is resting on her thigh. I bet she was just itching to touch herself.” Hermione stared at the woman on the screen, but she wasn’t really seeing her. Bill pressed on her clit through the material, making Hermione’s hips jerk before his fingers slipped under the material, touching her directly.
Hermione let out a breathy sigh as Bill whispered, “Love watching you touch your cunt, pet.” His breath was almost a hiss and Hermione shifted backwards, rubbing herself against his erection. “So fucking sexy. Watching you touch yourself and come with my name on your lips.”
His teeth nipped at her earlobe and Hermione moaned, her hips gently rocking towards Bill’s fingers as he rubbed her clit. “Can I take some pictures of you?” he asked, slipping a finger into her for a teasing moment. “Photograph you naked and aroused. Proper wizarding pictures, too, moving around and not staying still like these Muggle ones.”
“You… want to photograph me?”
“Of course. I’ll keep the photos to myself, though, pet. Don’t want to share.” Bill shifted on the chair, rubbing himself against her. “I could do with some new wanking material for when you’re not here.”
The thought of Bill wanking over photos of her was enough to push Hermione over the edge and she came with a gasp. “Fucking hot,” Bill murmured in her ear, rocking his hips against her; Hermione felt limp in his arms. She could still feel herself pulsing as Bill grunted when he came.
Letting out a shaking breath, Hermione turned her head to kiss him, twisting on his lap and making Bill groan against her lips. “Think I might have to take a few pictures of you,” she told him.
“Mmmm. A sexy beast like me?” Bill teased. “Of course you want photos.”