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It started as most dangerous things do, with a late night conversation and half a bottle of elf wine. Hermione was lying naked on their bed glowing in the low light, fingers idly tracing patterns into Ron’s chest. He was still catching his breath, sticky between the thighs, eyes half lidded with that dreamy sort of post orgasm warmth.
“Do you ever think about watching me fuck someone else?” she asked, casual as anything.
Ron blinked.
"...what?"
She propped herself up on one elbow. “Not like…real jealousy, just a fantasy. You watching. Me fucking. Just…a little something filthy.”
His brain stuttered as the blood in his body, freshly vacated from his cock, rushed back. “I mean…” he swallowed. “Yeah. I guess. Maybe?”
Hermione smirked like she knew it already. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while too.”
He stared at her, slack jawed. “Y…you…really?”
“Ron.” She kissed his shoulder. “We’ve done restraints, plugs, edging…and you nearly came untouched the first time I told you you weren’t allowed to fuck me. I know you’re into humiliation.”
He flushed. “You make it sound…”
“Hot?” she teased. “It is hot. You’re sexy when you’re desperate and I want you drooling in the corner while someone rails me. I want you in that stupid chair across the room, legs shaking, watching me cum on someone else’s cock.”
His cock twitched, already hardening again and Hermione’s eyes tracked it. “See?”
Ron groaned into his hands. “Fuck me.”
“I’d rather someone else did,” she whispered and bit his earlobe.
That did it, his hips jerked up helplessly. “Y…you…oh Merlin…you’re sure?” he gasped.
Hermione purred. “If I picked the man and if you promised to stay in your seat like a good little husband.”
“I’d…fuck…yeah. I’d try.”
She kissed his throat, voice low and evil. “Let’s make a list.”
Ron was still thinking about the conversation from the night before. He hadn't even jerked off that morning, couldn’t bring himself to, he kept replaying her words in his head. “I want to be railed senseless while you sit there like a good little cuck.” It made his stomach twist and his cock twitch.
So when he heard the door open early, earlier than Hermione usually came home, he just called out, “Hey, you’re back early.”
No answer.
Then came the sound of two sets of footsteps and a voice, low and rough, unmistakably foreign. “He is home?”
Ron froze.
He turned, heart hammering in his chest, just in time to see Viktor fucking Krum step into the living room behind Hermione. All muscle and shadows, black shirt stretched tight across his chest. That same unreadable stare with his eyes already fixed on him.
Ron stumbled to his feet. “Wh…what the fuck!?”
Hermione smiled like she’d brought home wine. “Surprise...”
Ron stared between them, mouth open, blood draining from his face straight into his cock. “You…you said we’d talk about it first.”
“You said you wanted to watch,” she said sweetly. “So I thought…why wait?”
Ron’s face flushed deep red. “I…I didn’t know you’d pick…well…him!”
“I am happy be chosen,” Viktor said simply, his accent heavy. “I think…will be enjoyable for all.”
He was already unbuttoning his sleeves, calm and focused, like this was nothing to him. Hermione was already peeling her coat off, revealing black lace underneath as Ron backed into the nearest armchair, lightheaded.
“Sit,” Hermione said gently. “Be good. You wanted to watch me get fucked, didn’t you?”
Viktor’s eyes didn’t leave Ron’s face as he removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor, revealing broad shoulders, thick arms and abs carved from stone as he walked forward slowly.
“You look nervous,” he said. “Is okay. You just watch, that is all.”
Hermione stepped out of her skirt and kissed Viktor once then turned around to Ron, biting her lip. “Let me show you what it looks like when a real bull fucks your wife.”
Ron didn’t even realize his hand was already in his lap.
Viktor didn’t wait, as soon as Hermione slipped off her robe, standing there in just her lace panties and nothing else, he was on her. He grabbed her by the hips and turned her around, fingers digging into her skin like he was measuring her for how much she could take.
“Bend over,” he muttered, low and rough.
She obeyed instantly, bracing herself on the arm of the couch.
Ron sat frozen in the chair, he hadn’t moved, his heart was hammering in his chest, his cock already aching in his sweatpants. Then Viktor dropped his trousers and Ron’s mouth went dry.
He was so big, fucking enormous. Thick. Veined. Uncut. Pornstar sized, maybe bigger. Ron had seen enough wank material in his life to know this was the kind of cock men got cast for. The kind of cock men bragged about.
Ron’s stomach twisted as his own cock twitched uselessly beneath his clothes. He suddenly felt so fucking small.
“You are ready?” Viktor asked Hermione, voice dark and smooth, accent curling around every word.
“Please,” she moaned, already squirming. “Please, Viktor…yes…”
He lined up behind her and with one smooth punishing thrust he buried himself inside her.
“OooohhHH! F…fuuuuck…fuck…he’s so big…Ron…oh my god…” Hermione screamed.
Viktor grunted, deep and satisfied, and started to move in deliberate thrusts. His hips clapped against her ass with every stroke, forcing the air out of her lungs in broken gasps.
“She is tight,” he said like he was commenting on the weather. “Good girl.”
Ron’s knuckles turned white gripping the arms of the chair. His cock throbbed painfully, fully hard now and straining against the fabric. He’d never heard Hermione like this. She was moaning without rhythm, without shame, just overwhelmed noises like her body didn’t know how to process what was happening.
“H…he’s…so deep, Ron…didn’t know…I c…can feel him in my stomach…”
Ron whimpered as Viktor pushed in again with one slow and steady thrust, kissing her spine making Hermione howl in pleasure. His jaw dropped, she’d never made those kinds of sounds with him, not once. She was clutching the cushions like she was trying to anchor herself to the earth and Viktor grunted, deep and sharp, pulled back then slammed in again, hips slapping hard against her arse, his fingers trailing down to touch her.
“So tight,” he muttered. “Good girl.”
Hermione moaned shamelessly, her voice high and broken. “He’s…so deep, Ron…I can’t…oh my fuck…”
Ron gripped the arms of his chair until they creaked.
Viktor was relentless. His thrusts were smooth and controlled and powerful. Each one made Hermione jolt forward, mouth open and slack with shock. She was panting, already glassy eyed.
“You see how she open for me?” Viktor growled without looking back. “She take all of me like very good girl.”
Ron’s heart was in his throat and his cock throbbed painfully in his trousers. “S…she…she’s never…” he couldn’t finish the sentence.
“She has not been fucked like this,” Viktor said bluntly. “I can tell.”
Hermione sobbed as he fucked into her harder, her thighs shaking. “R…Ron,” she whimpered, eyes locked on him now, “I’ve never…I didn’t know…he’s destroying me…”
Viktor grabbed her hair and pulled her upright against his chest, his lips trailing kisses along her neck as he pounded her from behind, his abs flexed and sweat beaded on his brow.
“She is loud,” Viktor muttered. “I like.”
Ron was palming himself through his sweatpants, humiliated and hard and desperate. He felt small. Useless. Forgotten. And it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“Touch yourself,” Hermione panted. “Let me see you lose it while he fucks me. Look what you gave up.”
Ron fumbled his cock out and started stroking, breath shallow, eyes wide as Viktor turned his head, looked directly at him, and smirked.
“You like vatching, yes? Then vatch closely.”
He bent Hermione down again and started fucking her even harder. Viktor looked up, eyes locking on Ron like he was only now acknowledging him.
“You like this?” he asked, hips still slamming into her. “You like to see vhat a real man does to her?”
Ron opened his mouth but nothing came out as Hermione twisted around to look at him over her shoulder, cheeks flushed and eyes wild. “He’s s…so much bigger than…nnghhh…y…you baby…so much...”
Ron’s breath hitched, he slid his hand into his waistband and stroked as Viktor growled. “No. Hands off.”
He froze.
“You do not touch. You vatch. Only.” And then he grabbed Hermione’s waist and fucked her hard enough that her knees nearly gave out, hard enough that she screamed.
“Fucking hell…hhnnn…” she sobbed. “Ron…he’s g…going to…break me…”
And Ron, humiliated, forgotten, rock hard in his chair, loved it. Viktor fucked her like he didn’t even have to try and Ron just sat in the chair, fists clenched and eyes wide, cock leaking into the fabric of his pants and watched as his wife, his brilliant, clever, put together wife, was reduced to a whimpering mess with her cheek pressed into the arm of the couch.
Viktor had found some rhythm, slow, brutal, deep, and stuck to it like it was routine. His expression barely changed, hips kept rolling forward over and over again, each thrust forcing a sound out of Hermione like her body was being shaken from the inside.
“So loud,” Viktor muttered, almost absentminded. “Is good.”
“I can’t…I can’t…I…can’t take it…he’s…fuck…Ron…he’s so deep…” Hermione moaned, a high broken cry and her hand grabbed weakly at the cushions as Ron whimpered from his chair and Viktor grunted and adjusted her hips slightly. Hermione screamed.
“Right there!” she sobbed. “Right fucking…Merlin…he’s…oh my god…”
She looked back at Ron, unfocused, eyes wide with shock and pleasure.
“I’ve n…never…hhnnnggg…never felt that before…how is he…f…fuck, Ron, he’s hitting something you…never…” She didn’t even mean to say it but Ron felt his cock twitch violently in his lap.
“You are good girl,” Viktor growled, grabbing her hair and tugging gently, just enough to arch her spine. “You take so much.”
Hermione wailed. “He’s…s…so much…better…fuck…I don’t mean…I just…he’s…Ron…”
“You like this,” Viktor said. Not a question. “You like big cock.”
She sobbed into the cushions. “I love it…h…he’s…ngghhh…ruining me, Ron…ruining me…”
Viktor hadn’t looked at Hermione in minutes, he was looking at Ron and Ron could feel it. That gaze, that focused and unshakable stare from the man currently buried to the hilt in his wife.
“You vatch very well,” Viktor said, voice deep and even. “So obedient.”
Ron’s throat worked but no sound came out. He didn’t even notice his hand had drifted down again. He wasn’t even stroking, wasn’t allowed to, he just palmed himself, eyes locked on the way Hermione was shaking, legs trembling, gasping with every thrust.
“I’m g…gonna…fuckaahhh…I’m gonna cum!” she cried. “He’s…Ron…he’s making me…so fast…”
Viktor didn’t change pace, didn’t react, he held her hips tight and buried himself all the way in and started grinding deep and slow. That was it. Hermione screamed. Loud. Raw. Full body. Her back arched and her legs kicked as she came so hard she almost collapsed but Viktor kept fucking her through it like it was nothing.
Ron was stunned silent.
“Never…never like that,” Hermione was sobbing, still twitching. “You…fuck…how did you…how did you know…”
Viktor kissed her neck. “You needed real cock.”
Ron flinched but he couldn’t stop watching. Hermione was gone. Her body was still under Viktor, legs spread and hips lifted, trembling from the force of her orgasm but her brain was somewhere else entirely. Face slack and barely coherent but Viktor kept fucking her. Deep. Intentional. Measured. Not to get her off, she already had, but to humiliate Ron and Ron couldn’t look away.
His cock was a throbbing bulge in his joggers, straining the soaked fabric and left completely untouched. His hands were now glued to the chair’s arms like letting go might mean admitting something, that he liked this, that he was obsessed.
Hermione made a soft sound below him, a whimper, spent and overstimulated but Viktor didn’t even glance down. “She has no more left. But I do.”
His hips rolled again, slowly. Ron heard the wet suck of it, the way Hermione’s body clung to him.
“You vant to know what she feels, yes?” Viktor said. “How deep I go?”
Ron’s cock twitched.
“She tell you. She said I hit something you never have.”
Ron whimpered involuntarily, face burning, he wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. “She m…moaned it for you…screamed it...”
Viktor kept moving, grinding not just thrusting, working himself deep like he was claiming territory inside her while staring at Ron.
“You already know. You feel small, yes?” Viktor said.
Ron nodded, barely.
“Good. You should.”
He adjusted his stance, gripped Hermione’s hips and started fucking her roughly again with fast, deliberate strokes that slapped against her skin and made her twitch, helpless under him.
Ron jerked forward in his seat, barely breathing. He was dizzy. He was humiliated. He was aching.
“I vill finish inside her,” Viktor said. “You vill vatch.”
Ron whimpered again as his cock jumped.
“And you vill not touch yourself. Not yet.”
She was already limp. Hermione’s body had gone soft beneath Viktor, flushed and trembling, her thighs twitching every time he moved. Her mouth hung open in a half sob, half moan, like she’d lost control of even her voice.
Ron was still seated, stiff and shaking, cock poking through his joggers, hands gripped tight to the arms of the chair like they were holding him together and Viktor was still going.
He shifted his grip, one hand sliding down to the front of Hermione’s thigh and lifting her slightly, angling her hips just right. The other hand slid under her, between her legs.
Ron’s breath caught as Viktor touched her. Just two fingers at first, slow and methodical circles right on her clit.
Hermione jerked. “N…no…” she whimpered, voice already fraying, “I can’t…Viktor…I can’t…”
“Yes,” he said, not even winded. “You can.” And he started moving his hips again. Slower. Deeper.
Grind, stroke, circle.
Grind, stroke, circle.
Hermione screamed as her body bucked once, legs flailing, before he pinned her back down and kept going.
“Look at her,” Viktor growled, eyes locked on Ron. “You think you make her do this?”
Ron’s jaw was slack, he couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn't think.
“You think you give her shaking legs? Voice that breaks?”
Hermione sobbed into the couch, completely helpless. “You think she moans like this for you?”
“He’s…oh god…he’s doing it a…again…ahhh…Ron…I can’t…he’s….fuck…”
“You will cum,” Viktor murmured, more to her than anyone else. “You do not have choice. Your body knows vhat it needs.”
Hermione screamed again. Louder. Higher. Her hands clawed at the fabric and then she came again, legs kicking and mouth open, completely gone. Ron gasped. He had never seen her like this. Had never known her body could do this, she looked shattered and Viktor just held her in place like she was nothing, his cock still inside her, twitching with need and ready to finish but not yet. He looked up at Ron, quiet and focused.
“You see?” he said. “She is nothing under me. Not vife. Just hole.”
Ron made a desperate, strangled sound as his cock jerked again, untouched and leaking harder than ever. Hermione was trembling under him. She’d gone soft and silent, her moans reduced to breathless whimpers, her body slack in Viktor’s grip. Ron wasn’t sure she even knew what room she was in and Viktor was still hard. Still moving. Still looking at him. Ron hadn’t touched himself the whole time and then Viktor spoke. “You palm yourself,” he said, eyes cold and commanding. “But you do not cum. Not today.”
His hand dropped between his legs automatically, pressing into the outline of his cock. No stroking, just pressure, enough to make him shake.
“Good husband,” Viktor murmured, hips still grinding slowly. “You vatch. You ache. You stay hungry.”
Then Viktor shifted. One hand slid down to the base of his cock where the condom was stretched tight. “She does not need this now,” he said, low and calm and in front of Ron, with slow precise fingers, Viktor peeled the condom off, gripping it by the rim and sliding it up, thick with slick, rolling it over the full length of his cock.
Ron choked on his breath.
The thing was stretched wide, barely able to contain him and still not enough to hide how fucking big Viktor was.
He held the condom for a second then looked at Ron. “You understand?” he asked softly and he let it drop to the floor.
Hermione whimpered below him. “Viktor…”
“You are ready,” he said, looking down at her as he gripped her hips again and lined himself up bare. “I finish inside your vife now.” Then he slammed back in raw, deep and final.
Hermione moaned, half a sob, half worship and Viktor started fucking her again, hips rolling sharp and deliberate, each thrust made just to push it deeper. Ron’s hand clenched into his cock through his sweatpants. His whole body was trembling, every nerve ending was screaming and still…
“You do not cum,” Viktor said, eyes locked on him. “You feel it all.”
His breath caught. His body flexed.
“Mine.”
Viktor came inside her. Slow. Heavy. Filling. And he never looked away from Ron.