Stupid was not a word normally associated with Severus Snape. Mean, cruel, heartless, bat had been said countless times but never stupid. It had been two days since he kissed her and he would be the first to tell you he was stupid as they got.
He had already been having sleepless nights before the kiss and now, well now sleep was a fantasy that he wished would come. For two nights now he had fought with a raging erection that would not go away, not even with trying to relieve himself in the shower. It was starting to become painful and he was close to asking Dumbledore to brew him a potion to calm things down a bit.
Hermione on the other hand was having just as much trouble as he was. Feeling his half naked body pressed against hers and the kiss to boot, had turned something on inside her and wouldn't turn off. Unlike Severus, she didn't dare try to relieve herself in the shower as he was in the room and awake but the way things were going for her, she planned on waiting till he fell asleep and taking matters into her own hands in the privacy of her bed, under the blankets and quietly.
She glanced over to the miniature alarm clock and noticed that it was two in the morning and Severus appeared to be sleeping soundly with a pillow over his head. With a grin, she pulled her knickers down past her ankles and placed them between her legs so she could easily find them when she had finished.
She adjusted her pillow and took one last glance in Severus direction to make sure he was still asleep. Once satisfied, she leaned back, spread her legs and pulled the covers over her head completely. She then pulled her shirt up towards her neck, not daring to take it off all the way and adjusted it so she would have easy access to her body.
She knew he was asleep but that didn't make her anymore comfortable so she decided to start off slowly. Her hands went to her breast where she gave them a gentle squeeze, slowly massaging them and pinching her nipples with a good amount of pressure. The sensations from her own hands sent a tingling from her breast all the way down to her already wet core.
She continued her actions with her left hand while rubbing her right hand over her stomach and barely into the nest of curls between her legs. Her body was already hot before she started this whole thing but now she was on fire. She bit her lip to contain any moans that might escape her mouth.
Severus was reeling with what was going on not more then 10 feet away from him. He was now harder then he could ever remember being and the scent of her arousal was not making things any better for him. He could tell by the way her legs were gapped open of what she was doing and he couldn't help but imagine what was going on underneath the blanket – he was pretty sure he's give his left arm to find out.
His own hand slipped beneath his sleeping pants and ghosted over his erection, desperate for some kind of relief – any kind would be a benefit to him. He started slowly with light strokes and a few squeezes, hoping that with the mental image of what she was doing along with her smell, would help him finally relieve the pressure.
A small gasp came through the room as Hermione's hand finally reached the spot between her legs. The sound nearly sent Severus into a seizure and her smell was going stronger and stronger with each passing moment. Unable to control himself, he used the talent from the night before to read her thoughts, he was entirely too curious of what she was thinking about to let this opportunity pass.
He concentrated as best he could while keeping a somewhat steady rhythm going on himself, that was until his name ghosted through his thoughts and he knew she was imagining him.
His cock literally jumped at the thought of her pleasuring herself to him and he had to chance a look in her direction, just to see anything he could. He moved the pillow slowly and raised up on his elbows only to see a pair of brown eyes looking right at him. She too need a visual and if a sleeping Snape helped her achieve the goal, then so be it.
He knew she noticed him and to his shock, she didn't turn away nor stop her actions – if nothing else she went faster. She was using one hand to hold herself open while the other passed furious circles over her clit, bringing herself closer and closer to climax.
Severus considered himself to be a strong man, one not easily tempted but the witch no more the 10 feet away from him was breaking his reserve at an alarming pace. Not breaking eye contact, he pushed his blanket from his body and slowly got to his feet.
Her eyes remain locked on his and he could hear her thoughts loud and clear – she needed more and was chanting in her head for him to come over and take her seven ways to Sunday.
He slowly approached the bed, not even trying to hide the monstrous erection that was tenting his silken sleeping pants. He sat down on the edge of the bed and gently peeled the blanket from her body. The smell of her arousal was so strong now, like crack to a crack addict and he had to have her, morality be damned.
His hand slid down her arm and covered the moving hand with his own, causing her to let out a loud moan.
Just having him so close to her was turning her on even more and at that point, she felt she would die if not given any satisfaction.
Her newly freed hand, still covered in her own juices, quickly found Severus cock. Severus let out a hiss of appreciation as her hot little hand closed around him and pleasured him with her own lubrication.
"Severus" She whimpered, "Please... I need you."
His eyes rolled into the back of his head at her pleas for relief, her voice was husky and filled with lust and nothing short of death would stop him at this point. He stood from the bed and pulled down his sleeping pants, kicking them off with haste.
He silently crawled up her body and growled as her smell completely consumed him. Her eyes were slack, heavy lidded and full of lust and he quickly feel into their depths.
"Please – I need you to fuck me – I need you to fuck me as hard as you can." she whimpered.
Severus positioned himself between her legs and with a hard thrust, he found himself completely engulfed inside of her tight little body.
She was by far the tightest witch he had ever had the pleasure of having and to make things better, her body had no problem taking in his large cock where other witches had to be primed for a long time before he was able to take her how he wanted to.
"Fuck Hermione, you're .. so... tight" he hissed, thrusting in time with the last three words.
He felt her body clinch him tighter and he could not control the primal growl that came from his mouth. He lifted her hips a little higher and moved his body in closer, determined to feel every inch of her. His thrust became harder and Hermione mewed with each one.
"Gods Severus, fuck me harder, fill me" she hissed
Severus pulled out of her and quickly turned her over, putting her I the pillow biter position. He thrust back into her harden then before, hitting her cervix with every thrust.
Hermione started to roll her hips as he took her from behind, adding pressure to both of them.
"Fuck witch, where did you learn that." he hissed as he pumped into her a break neck speeds.
"Ohhhhhhhhh – oh gods – ohhhhhhh." she suddenly panted and started to fall into orgasm.
Severus used his right hand to steady her as his left tangled into her hair, jerking her head back like a rag doll.
"I hope you're ready to be filled witch."
Those words were all she needed as she fell into an earth shattering orgasm, bringing her hips in time with his.
"Oh merlin – fill me Severus all of me" she growled
She suddenly felt Severus stiffen behind her and with five final thrust, each coming with it very own grunt, he spilled his seed inside of her accepting body before collapsing to his side and bringing her with him.
"A.N: good? Bad? Lemme know.