hermione kept filch waiting a little too long. did she really think she could avoid him? lemons smut.

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filch scowled at hermione. it had been almost a month since their last detention and the girl had done nothing, NOTHING, to get herself back into his office. instead, she was the perfect little student. when she saw him, she often blushed, but otherwise, nothing.

he often dreamt of the bushy-haired girl and would wake up needing to wank, almost always with her on his mind, sometimes another student, but that was rare nowadays.

and to top it off, the chit was flirting with the redheaded blighter. he saw them at meals, her shoulder knocking into his and in the hallways, her smiling up at him and once when he saw her in class, hermione's hand briefly touched the weasley's.

filch was old and he was mean and he was tired. he had, fortunately, been able to give the boy a detention with snape.

today, the girl and her peers were leaving charms. the girl was to go to arithmancy next, and filch refused to acknowledge how he had learned her schedule. she hugged the redhead before heading off in the opposite direction, as the boy didn't have that class.

filch followed her silently, smirking when the girl slipped into the bathroom before class. this would be the perfect opportunity. he had been semi-stalking her for the last three days.

filch waited a few corridors down, a nasty smile on his face as the fewer and fewer students passed and the hall was empty within a minute.

hermione exited the bathroom and walked down the hall, only for filch to step out in front of her. his eyes were dark and his mouth was in a snarl. hermione swallowed and took a step back.

so far, she had managed to keep herself satiated and away from filch. it didn't really matter that she had dreamed about him, that she had imagined countless scenarios, even some of him cornering her after class. thinking about filch was a sure way to get her wet quickly. hermione wanted him. and that was dangerous. not just for filch, but for her. harry and ron would never be her fiends again, and she was certain nobody, even a ohufflepuff wouldn't be able to look at her with anything but distain and disgust.

filch quickly backed her against the wall, enjoying the blush on her cheeks and the quickening of her breath. she backed up, dropping her bag to her side as his frame came flush to hers, sandwiching her against the wall.

quickly and without preamble, filch pushed her skirt up and pressed his gnarled fingers against hermione's soft mound, eliciting a quiet hiss from her. staring her directly in the eye, he pressed hard, circling where he guessed her clit was. her eyes fell shut and hermione's legs parted slightly for him, pressing herself into his palm.

hermione's hands rose to his arms, lightly gripping him for support.

filch leaned forward, his mouth at her ear, "there's a good lass."

hermione shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips as her pussy pulsed in desire.

"i've missed you," he said, bringing his lips to her neck and nipping it.

"i have cla- ahhhh" hermione gasped. filch's hand had pulled her cotton panties aside and pressed between her moistening folds. his mouth came down to the area of her neck below her ear, sucking the skin softly. hermione moaned again, arching her back.

"mr. filch, i have class," hermione panted, disconcerted at how eagerly her body responded to filch's attention. here she was, on her way to class, practically humping filch's hand in the corridor where anyone would be able to see —

hermione pressed filch's chest, attempting to push him away, but the older man didn't budge. hermione was panting hard, her body felt full of heat and desire, and she didn't know how much more she could take.

filch's deft fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit. oh merlin, she needed filch to fill her up, to push his cock back inside of her. his fingers weren't enough.

"please, mr. filch — ohhh" hermione's hands stopped pushing as filch's other hand slipped up the third-year's school blouse, pushing her bra out of the way until he was cupping what little breast she had.

"empty classroom!" hermione gasped, unable to think about class any further. now, she just needed filch to continue.

filch finally released her, bringing his wet fingers up to her mouth. hermione opened her lips and let him slip them in to clean them. hermione swirled her to gue around them, looking into filch's dark eyes.

filch pulled away. he gripped the back of her robes and led her, much like an errant school child, to the nearest empty classroom.

once inside, he released her, and she turned to him indignant at his treatment, but filch crushed her mouth with a kiss, and hermione melted against him. he untied her school robe as she rubbed her tongue against his, remembering the taste of his foul mouth. did filch ever brush his teeth? she figured it wasn't often. he was missing a couple of molars and they were awfully yellow and crooked.

hermione helped filch, shrugging off her robe and unbuttoning her blouse as filch unbuttoned his trousers, letting them drop to the floor.

filch pushed hermione back, breaking the kiss.

"turn around, missy."

hermione faced the classroom, realizing it was one of the charm's classrooms before filch had her by her hair, pushing her over the desk in front of her.

the desk was hard and unforgiving, cutting into her thighs as filch flipped her skit up and tugged her soaked, white panties aside.

without warning, he plunged into her, a sigh of relief escaping his lips.

hermione gripped the edge of the desk. she had often imagined such an encounter, but not with filch, at least not recently. but filch's hard cock was incredibly satisfying. hermione widened her legs and pushed up onto her tip toes as filch pressed her into the desk hard and began his assault on her wet pussy.

he thrusted hard and deep. nothing about it was particularly nice, and filch no longer attempted to pleasure her, only concerned about himself for the moment.

as far as he was concerned, the chit didn't deserve to cum considering how long she had ignored him.

"uhnnah!" hermione choked out as filch gripped her unruly curls a bit tighter, pulling her head back slightly, lifting her cheek from the cold desk and making her rest her weight on her smushed chest.

filch pounded his hard dick into her slick cunt. her pussy felt delicious and hot wrapped tightly around him, and she took his entire cock with every thrust. he had been needing this for weeks now, and the little girl had been denying him but no more.

hermione's pussy burned from the friction and force of filch's thrusts. she could still fill her wet pussy have to stretch to accommodate filch's wrinkley cock, but what unpleasant ache there had been previously was gone. his cock felt good and right inside of her.

hermione noted that filch's groin fit perfectly against her pussy and legs, each time he buried himself in to the hilt. she felt hot and incredibly dirty as she looked at the classroom in front of her. her perfect memory could recall flitwick lecturing at the front of the class. she thought about the look of disgust professor flitwick would have if he discovered hermione know-it-all granger was being fucked by filch on one of his student's desks. she gripped the desk tighter, feeling a tingly orgasm build inside of her.

filch looked down at the girl's naked flesh, enjoying the way her ass bounced with every thrust. he reached up and unbuttoned the last two buttons of her skirt and it fell to the floor at the granger girl's feet. he gently rubbed one of her ass cheeks, and he started to slow his thrusts down a bit, making the girl whimper in disappointment. filch smirked.

he gave her ass a hard smack and hermione cried out — in pleasure or pain he couldn't tell. however, he felt a jolt of pleasure pulse through his groin at the idea of causing the girl some amount of pain so he did it again.

"argus!" the girl choked out, and he did again. this time his hand stung with the impact.

hermione cried out again, and filch pulled her hair back more, continuing to thrust his hard cock into her hot hole. he could feel the muscles in her wet pussy contracting around him, and he wondered if perhaps she was cumming, but twisting her head a little, filch could see tears building in her eyes.

"you like that lass?" filch asked, grunting as he slammed into her to the hilt, but not backing off. instead he humped against her, repositioning and tilting a little differently.

hermione whimpered and then moaned. filch's cock felt even better against her front wall. her ass cheek stung and her pussy felt so delectably full.

"don't stop. please don't stop, mr. filch!"

"i saw you," filch hissed in her ear. "flirting with your little friends. you want them, don't you? you want potter to fuck you against the wall like i did. you want weasley to put you on your knees in front of him."

filch panted, enjoying feel of hermione's pussy wrapped tightly around his wrinkly cock.

"your pussy is mine," filch punctuated every word with a hard thrust, his thin cock too short to hit her cervix. "say it."

his words felt hot and sent shivers of want through hermione's body. she'd do anything filch wanted her to if that meant he would continue.

"yours!" hermione moaned out. "always yours, argus. my body is entirely yours."

filch grunted, his balls tight as his strokes became longer again. all his.

she was so close. hermione pushed one hand between herself and the desk and then between legs and reached for her sensitive clit. she needed to cum so badly.

her fingers found it quickly, giving it a few circular rubs and hermione was cumming.

"oh yes, argus! ahhh!"

filch grunted, feeling the girl's tight pussy spasm around him. he spanked her hard, her ass cheek turning rosy. "you little trollop!"

hermione's cries were loud as filch pounded into her, riding her orgasm.

"you," filch panted, bending forward as he felt his balls tighten and tingle, "belong in knockturn alley with the rest of the mudbloods."

"uhhngh, yes, mmm argus, you feel so good!" hermione praised.

hermione moaned, her pussy warm and tingly and pulsing as filch fucked her.

filch pulled back, his stiff cock popping out of hermione with a soft squelch. hermione whimpered at the loss, her soaked pussy still giving little spasms of pleasure.

she felt filch's hand on her shoulder, pulling her.

"turn over and take those knickers off. i want to look at ya."

hermione turned, looking up at filch with hazy, lust-filled eyes, quickly obeying him and then moving her legs so he was situated between them, her bald, teen pussy exposed for the old man.

filch wanked his hard dick as he looked down at her. fuck, the girl was so hot. her pink cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes. she had discarded her robes and her blouse was partly undone and her hard nipples poked through the fabric. filch caressed one thigh as he rubbed himself, enjoying the view of her little pussy.

this was the best part.

he had created this wetness between her cunny lips, the pink in her cheeks and the hardness of her nipples. hermione granger wanted him and quite badly, too. the little trollop was completely his. fuck that potter boy and weasley kid.

filch pushed his wet cock — wet with her delicious juices — against hermione's pussy hole, rubbing her lips teasingly before thrusting back in.

"ungggh, yes," she moaned as filch filled her back up, his thin cock pumping in and out of her in slower than before, almost lovingly. hermione leaned up, onto her elbows looking at the man in front of her. she held her legs up, resisting the urge to wrap them around him. she wanted him to have free reign.

his body was wrinkly and pale. his hair was lank and greasy. filch was balding and becoming a light gray. even the wirey hairs around hard cock were graying. he had sweat on his brow despite the chilly halls of the castle, and his pants were as fast as her own. filch's eyes met hers, and she could see how much he wanted her. her wet pussy tingled and she flexed her muscles in desire. gods, filch was so bloody sexy.

hermione didn't pretend to understand it, but she could acknowledge that she desired him.

hermione sat up, pressing her hands up filch's chest, feeling his flesh as he thrusted in and out of her. filch slid his hands from her thighs to her hips, groaning.

"fuck, your cunny is so tight."

hermione slid her hands behind filch's neck and into his thin hair, pulling his face close to hers. she pushed her lips against his, rubbing her tongue against his and swiping it around his mouth. he wouldn't last much longer with the wanton girl beneath him if he wasn't careful.

filch slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her.

filch closed his eyes, pulling his lips from hers and pushing her back onto the desk; hermione's hot pussy encased him, and he wanted to enjoy every moment as he came — and he was very, very close.

hermione's pussy gave small spasms, and filch enjoyed the feel of her walls moving around him. his calloused hands massaged her breasts.

looking up at filch, if she didn't know it before, she knew it then. she loved filch, every inch of him. she wanted to taste him, to feel him, and most of all to please him repeatedly. she wanted him to enjoy himself and to use her to do it. filch's balls tingled and he knew he was at the edge.

hermione moaned as her pussy throbbed in acknowledgement, and she temporarily surrendered herself to the knowledge that she would let filch do anything to her, especially in a haze of lust. filch grunted, his hard dick twitching inside of her. she could feel his spunk make her insides soppier as he came, and hermione found herself moaning again as she started to cum once more.

"argus, oh gods yes, don't stop," hermione moaned, her back arching.

filch pinched her nipples, thrusting anf grunting as her walls spasmed around him, making him feel more excited because he had made the nubile witch cum yet again. him, his wrinkly dick, his old hands, had hermione granger writhing in pleasure beneath him.

filch unloaded his sperm, filling up the girl until it was seeping out around his cock and down her ass crack.

after a few moments, hermione had gained back some semblance of thoughts, enough to look up at filch again.

"i'd advise, miss granger," filch said. "not to keep me waiting for so long again."