Title: If you can't be with the one you love, loate the one you're with
Team Name: Death Eaters (Spy)
Word Count: 100 * 5
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, MLC, Adult situations
Challenge: Lily Challenge
Characters: Hermione/Severus
Author's Note: I am not JKR. I do not own the world of Harry Potter. I make no money from this.
"Ugh!" he moaned as he pounded himself against his wife.
Hermione was practically folded in half, Severus' thrusts were that forceful. She tried to make their required congress as pleasant as possible, doing everything she discovered he liked, but it never seemed to be enough.
He resented the Ministry for passing that abomination of a Marriage Law and hated that had to marry Granger or suffer the whims of the marriage lottery. At least he had an intelligent wife. She was a Gryffindor for certain, but at least any children he might have been (blessed) cursed with wouldn't be dunderheads.
She ran her nails down his back, urging him harder, faster. She was so close. "Oh Severus! Right there, yes!" she whispered as she felt her orgasm rapidly approaching, her own arse flexing, struggling to hold back until he could join her in erotic release.
As she whispered to him, his gaze never wavered from its fixed position on the headboard. Whenever she would say "Severus look at me, please" a muscle in his jaw would twitch, and he'd become more forceful in the coupling as if he wanted to knock the breath out of her, make her shut up.
Theirs wasn't a love match by any stretch of the imagination, but Hermione did her best to make it work. After being his student for seven years, she knew what set him off. After seven months of marriage, she vaguely understood what made him tick. Where she knew him best was the bedroom.
Like any male, he enjoyed receiving oral sex. His cock was thick, long, and near impossible to take all into her mouth. He seemed to achieve a longer, stronger orgasm whenever he would jerk his hips while grasping her head, gagging her as he filled her mouth.
Buggery was his other favorite carnal activity which Hermione believed he enjoyed strictly for his own pleasure. He actually got off on it because he didn't have to see her face as they were rutting. He could muffle her voice by shoving her face into the pillows, finally silencing her constant nattering.
In order to maintain his erection for their required sexual congress, Severus refused to look at her. Every time he saw her, there was his former student. That destroyed any desire for having sex.
His body tightened as his orgasm drew closer; his cock twitching before he came.
Hermione thought each time "This time will be different. Perhaps he'll look at me as he comes." However, each time was exactly the same as the time before. Severus would slam into her one final time, and utter the one word which broke her heart each and every time she heard it slip from his mouth during their most intimate moments.
"Lily" he groaned as he spilled his seed deep within her.
Hermione gasped, bringing Severus' mind back to the present.
Severus looked at her, recoiling at the reality of engaging a woman he never wanted.
He left.
She wept.