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The stadium is loud, but he can’t hear it running across the field, desperately racing the clock. Three injured, they needed to score this or they’d go into overtime and he was pretty sure they weren’t going to be able to do it no matter how hard they fought.
That trophy was coming home with them damn it!
Hermione yelled from her seat, cheering for Viktor as he streaked across the pitch rushing at the goalie who had, for most of the game, blocked pretty well. He wasn’t Uriel who seemed to magic the ball into his hands, but he was good.
Hermione bit her lip glancing at the clock watching Viktor run with the ball at his top speed and a single minded determination on his face.
He was so beautiful. He kicked and she watched the angle. It wasn’t going to make it.
“ Krum goes for the goal it looks like Valentino will--”
The ball curved just a little, changing directions sharply as it rebounded from the goal post and shot into the opposite corner. The buzzer went off and the entire stadium along with her went up in cheering.
The United Kingdom had won the world cup.
“ Unbelieveable folks! Krum’s Magic Ball has scored the goal. The UK wins the World Cup! ”
His team members ran at him launching themselves at him in a loud cloud of cheering as they celebrated on the field. If perhaps Viktor doesn’t wait until he’d clean to grab Hermione out of her seat and twirl her around, happy. He’s pretty sure the kiss they share is going to end up on the front cover tomorrow, but he can’t care. He forgoes staying out long with his teammates to take Hermione back to his hotel room and proceed to claim his actual prize.
“Show me,” he said with a grin, sitting down. The blinds were closed, door locked. She worried her lip but set about stripping to reveal it.
Fleur had outdone herself. A perfect mock up of his U.K. jersey in terms of color, but a fitted bustier bra top, a thong with flashed holding up thigh high stockings striped like soccer sock, she’d already been wearing heels with her fitted jeans and sweater.
He took a deep breath as she turned, taking down her hair and letting him see the back. Very cheeky, nearly a thong--of course. He should have never let on how much he liked it when she was mostly naked for him.
“Come here.”
She walked towards him, the sway of her hips a little too sexy for comfort before kneeling between his legs and looking up at him, the tops of her breast high and dusted with gold.
“Absolutely beautiful.”
She smiled, “Another prize.”
He waited as she pulled her bag towards them, giving him a good look at her bare backside before opening the bag and pulling out a box of condoms. All in his size, all different varieties and textures.
“Have to keep you from sales.”
She beamed at him, “You could try, but I thought you approved of my shopping powers.”
She lifted a pair of handcuffs from the bag along with several other things as he regarded her.
“Hermione…”
“Uriel told me… about your… teenage fantasies.”
He flushed, “Will kill him.”
“I asked,” she said. “Is it… okay?”
Viktor leaned forward, “Is it?”
She nodded, “I trust you Viktor.”
He picked up the handcuffs and keys, realized they were real, “How… did you--”
“Garage Sale,” she said and he laughed.
The woman’s shopping powers were legendary.
To think the reason that they’d met one another was because she was using her shopping powers to procure Christmas presents for Harry and Ron that just so happened to be Viktor themed. He remembered it well, too tired to be there but there per contract to sign random football highlight books, the special editions that were only available under terms he had not idea about.
She’d managed to score three copies signed by the entire United Kingdom football league and he’d been the lucky player to give them to her. She’d looked up from the book she was reading, leaning against her cart and she smiled, much the way she was smiling now.
Wicked and beautiful with her lush hair a wild cloud around her head.
“Turn around, glyka,” he said softly and she did so, letting him cuff her with her hands behind her back before joining her on the floor. He drew the length of cloth over her eyes and secured it.
“You never say how you got those copies.”
“Paraphernalia sale raffle,” she said softly, sighing as he pressed her forward to bend over and unbuckled his belt. Just the once to take the edge off to have a longer night of debauchery. He wouldn’t let her come this time, no, but he would taking an incredibly selfish pleasure in her that would make her soft and pliant.
He poured lube into his hand and selected a textured condom out of the box careful to roll it on and then finger her open.
“Will have all of you,” he said, teasing over her arse. “Perhaps gag you later.”
She shuddered, remembering the last time he’d gagged her. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder as his fingers opened her slowly.
“ Obicham te, ” she whispered when he pulled his hands away.
“I love you too.”
He relished the moan she let out as he slid into her, careful to go slow the first few strokes before gaining speed and power. She slid forward a bit before he adjusted her and held onto her hips the way she liked, pounding into her as she was helpless to stop him.
She hadn’t ever expected for her mission to finally sex her boyfriend to turn out so well. Well enough that she nearly doesn’t wake up in time to catch their flight back to England three days later, nor had they left the hotel room from all the incredibly pleasurable things that Viktor had planned for her, but she was glad that she planned for it.
“How we have not run out of condoms?” Viktor asked she slumped half asleep against him on the plane, their hands twined together.
They really should have considering the frequency with which he was at her condo.
“Buy them in bulk,” she said dreamily. “Cheaper.”
“What is bulk? 36?”
“800,” she said dreamily.
“Where do you get 800 condoms at a time from?” Viktor asked horrified.
“Warehouse owner likes me,” she said. “I haggled him down in price and up in number...Total steal.”
Viktor eyed her and took a sip of his drink, “I assume was lube enough to go with?”
“Bargained for the combo,” she said with a yawn. “Have to stay stocked… sex is good with a sex god.”
He’s pretty sure Adam will kill him for spitting water in his face while laughing at her, but he can’t seem to care. Adam glared at him and wiped his face with a grimace. Viktor offered him a package of tissues.
“Have them. She bought them in bulk… on sale,” he looked to Hermione fondly with a nod of his head.
His Mama would love her. He paled thinking about the picture that was sure to be on the cover and the lecture he would get about not introducing her sooner.
At least… he’d never run out of condoms.