A/N: Hello everyone! I have to apologize for the long wait, real life has really gotten in the way lately and I've had a couple of other projects I've been working on as well. I am excited to tell you all that this chapter comes with some bonus content! Turpinsimp has made a stunning art piece to go along with this chapter. Check my bio for the link to view, or you can see it in this chapter (10) on my Ao3 account. Just be aware that is it NSFW (of course!)
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Somehow, Hermione managed to look even younger in her sleep. She was lying with her head in the crook of Severus's arm, one small arm flung across his chest. She'd fallen asleep soon after their short discussion about aftercare, leaving him wide awake and alone with his thoughts. He studied her peaceful face, mind whirling. How on earth could she possibly think she wasn't good enough for him? And then there were her inquiries about aftercare for him… That had really thrown him for a loop. Even thinking about it now in the privacy of his own mind made him feel strange and itchy, as if his own skin didn't fit him properly.
He was the one tying her up and hitting her and pushing her limits and all she could think about was how she could help make him feel better about it? The little voice in the back of his head was telling him to run. Push her away quickly before she was any further tainted by his blackened soul. He could. He should. It's what a bigger man would do.
But, a bigger man he was not. And just how was he meant to resist her, when she came to him so eagerly? Like a lamb to the slaughter.
She shifted in her sleep, mumbling slightly. A clump of curls had shifted and fallen down to obscure her face. Severus reached down and gently tucked the hair back behind her ear, knowing all too well it would come springing back again in a matter of minutes. Never before in his life had he met someone with hair that so spoke to its owner's personality. The girl was even more stubborn than her springy ringlets, and though she appeared prissy and tightly controlled to the outside world, underneath the surface there was a playful little nymphomaniac just dying to be set free, and her wild tumble of curls showed just that.
He sighed, lightly tracing the curve of her jaw with one finger. The dim flickering light of the solitary candle above them made her long eyelashes look like two dark smudges upon her flushed cheeks. Her delicate lips were pursed in a silent pout. She was the picture of youthful beauty and innocence, and somehow, she doubted herself. She had no business being with a man like him. The worst part of all was that the truth of that statement only made him want her that much more.
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Late Saturday afternoon Hermione left the castle with a spring in her step. She wanted to stop at Tomes & Scrolls before she headed to Grimmauld Place. She'd made a habit of going at least every other week the entire school year but lately she'd hardly gone at all. It was always good to get a look at any new book arrivals and it had been much too long since she'd caught up with Mr. Byrne. She wondered how he was doing.
The bookstore was quiet when she entered, save for the tinkling bell that hung above the door, signaling her arrival. She took in a deep breath, savoring the wonderful scent. There was hardly anything better in life. The shop seemed deserted, which was odd for a saturday. Though, she supposed, it wasn't a Hogsmeade weekend for the students. She began to peruse the enormous towering stacks, wondering where Mr. Byrne was hiding. He was typically always near the front counter, ready to greet customers.
She wandered the store quietly, running her fingers over dusty tomes. A place like this was where she did her best thinking. And, Merlin, her mind was full. Full of Severus, and NEWTs, and keeping secrets from her friends, and her parents, and what she was going to do after Hogwarts, and Severus. Mostly Severus. He'd acted somewhat strange that morning, even quieter than usual. And while he didn't seem upset, per say, he'd kept staring at her oddly. His gaze was always intense but there was something markedly different about it. His parting kiss had lingered, deep and forceful. She smiled faintly to herself at the thought of it. She had wanted to ask if something was wrong but she didn't think he would've told her even if there was something. She sighed.
When she rounded the corner of the next stack she found Mr. Byrne, balancing on a skinny ladder, levitating books onto the shelves from a stack on the floor.
"Oh, Hello, Mr. Byrne!" She greeted him brightly.
The man startled and his levitation charm broke, sending a thick tome crashing to the floor. He turned to face her with a hand to his chest, a wheezing laugh on his breath.
"Oh, hello dear! Why, I didn't hear you come in."
"Goodness, I'm sorry, sir! I didn't mean to scare you." She picked up the fallen book from the floor and dusted it off before handing it up to him. He smiled in thanks and finished placing it on the shelf with his wand. He turned back to her.
"Not to worry young lady. I'm afraid it happens quite often these days, the hearing isn't what it used to be." He tapped at his ear with a regretful smile. "But nevermind that," he began to carefully climb backwards down the ladder, "would you care for a cup of tea?"
"Oh, well, yes, thank you." She agreed and followed him through the towering stacks towards the front of the shop.
The thin wizard led her behind the front counter and through a curtained doorway to what must have been his office. It was a small, circular room with a small desk in the center, two fading armchairs placed on either side. Along the walls were numerous stacks of books, piled nearly four feet tall, cramping the already small space. More books, and papers, littered the desk. A small tea set sat on an end table in the far back corner.
"Forgive the mess, I've been up to my eyeballs in new shipments these days. I just can't get them all sorted and put away fast enough." He said to her over his shoulder as he made his way over to the tea set in the corner. "Please, do sit down."
Hermione settled in the cushy green armchair in front of his desk while he fussed over the teapot with his wand. She wasn't about to judge the old man, his office was hardly much worse than her own dorm room when she got buried too deep into a research project. She wondered if he had any help with the shop though. He certainly seemed overwhelmed. Moments later he turned around and carried the small tray over to the desk, lowering himself slowly into his own chair. Hermione quickly stood and grabbed the tea tray from his hands and placed it on the desktop.
"Here, let me." She turned over two of the small china cups and filled them with the hot, fragrant tea from the floral patterned pot. "Sugar?" she asked. He waved her off.
"Just black for me. Thank you, my dear." He took the offered cup from her hands and brought it up close to his face, breathing in the curling steam with a happy sigh. His deeply set eyes crinkled up at the corners. "Now. How have you been? I've been missing my favorite customer!"
Hermione gave him a chastised smile, doctoring up her own cup of tea. "I've been well… Busy with studying, preparing for NEWTs. How have you been?"
He gave her a knowing look that could only be described as mischievous. "Oh, you've been up to more than that, haven't you? Not much exciting happens around here, I'm afraid. I have to live vicariously through young folks like you." He winked.
She took a sip of tea to hide her blush. "Well, I see my friends on the weekends. But honestly, I'm sorry to disappoint, but I really do spend most of my time reading and studying." She shrugged.
"Hmm." He lifted his cup and took a small sip, watching her over the rim, "You know… I had the strangest encounter with that Professor of yours. Last time you were in the shop."
She nearly choked on her tea. "Professor?"
"Yes, yes, Professor Snape. Interesting fellow, that one…" He trailed off.
"Oh. Yes, I suppose he is." She said nonchalantly. Mr. Byrne was giving her an odd look. His watery brown eyes were gleaming in what seemed to be delight.
"He was in here all the time as a student, you know. Not unlike yourself, actually. Though he was much less friendly of course, never did hear more than two words from the boy."
Hermione was intrigued. She tried to picture a teenage Snape sitting in the corner of the shop, books piled high around him like she was known to do. She couldn't hide her grin.
"Really? It's odd to think of him as a student…"
Mr. Byrne sat up straighter in his chair and leaned forward over the desk, pinning her with a serious look.
"You know, I am always willing to lend an ear, if ever there is something bothering you. You'll find no judgment from me."
She was slightly taken aback by his sudden change in attitude. He had always been very friendly and helpful towards her, but he'd never been as familiar as he was acting now. She wondered what had changed. Perhaps he just needed a friend. He did seem rather more flustered than normal.
"Oh, well, thank you Mr. Byrne. I appreciate that."
"Please, call me Harold, dear."
"Okay, Harold," she smiled, "I wanted to ask you, do you have any help around here? Any employees?"
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Hermione's week was going very well. After tea with Mr. Byrne on Saturday she had stayed for a few extra hours and helped him organize and stock shelves. He had offered her a job and she was fairly certain she was going to take it, at least for the summer. It would be wonderful to work with books while she figured out what she actually wanted to do with her life, and it really seemed like the man needed help with the shop.
When she arrived to dinner on Tuesday she noticed Severus wasn't at the head table, which was a bit unusual. But, she shrugged it off and took a seat next to Ginny.
"Hey, anything interesting going on today?" She asked her redheaded friend casually. Ginny turned to her with a questioning look.
"I don't think so… What do you mean?"
Oh good. She had been half worried that Snape had been dragged off by the Ministry again. Surely if that had happened Ginny would know, though. Hermione shrugged.
"Just wondering. I'm always out of the loop with gossip, you know.."
Ginny gave her an odd look. "Right…" Then her expression suddenly shifted and she leaned in close with a giddy grin. "Are you going to see him tonight?"
Hermione shushed her but couldn't help the smile that broke out on her face. "Shhh! But, yes."
Just then, dinner appeared on the long table and everyone dug in, chatting amiably while filling their plates. Halfway through her roast chicken and potatoes a small, bird shaped piece of parchment fluttered down to the table and landed right in her lap. She gazed quickly around the room but no one seemed to be trying to catch her eye. She picked up the note and unfolded it.
"My assistance is required in the Hospital Wing this evening. I'll see you in class tomorrow."
She sighed, deflating into her seat. Well, that explained Severus's absence.
"What's that?" Ginny asked.
Hermione handed over the note. The other girl looked it over, flipping it to see both sides with a puzzled look.
"A blank piece of parchment?"
"Oh. It must be warded." She took the note back and then leaned in close to whisper an explanation in Ginny's ear.
"Rotten luck, Hermione, I'm sorry. You'll see him this weekend, right? You can hang out with me tonight if you want. I can't promise you'll have quite as much fun though…" She wagged her eyebrows.
"You know, Granger," a voice from across the table interjected, "If some bloke is blowing you off…There's plenty of other guys willing to take you out."
Cypress Hawthorne, a seventh year Gryffindor with short cropped brown hair and a smugly set jaw smirked over at her. She couldn't tell if he was actually coming on to her or if he was having a laugh. Either way, she wasn't interested in engaging with him.
"Oh… um. Well, thank you, Cypress.." She mumbled awkwardly and quickly turned back to Ginny with 'help me' eyes. She had no idea where that had come from. She'd hardly ever spoken to the guy in her whole Hogwarts career.
"So what do you say, then? I could take you to the Astronomy Tower. Or Hogsmeade, next weekend."
Oh Gods, he was serious. She reluctantly turned back to face the boy with an uncomfortable smile.
"I appreciate the offer, really. But I'm not interested."
"Oh, come on Granger. Clearly the bloke you're seeing isn't all that invested. We'd have a good time, I promise." And then he winked at her. Ew.
Ginny snorted next to her but made no other attempt to assist. Thanks a lot.
"Thanks but no thanks, Hawthorne."
"Okay," he put his hands up in mock surrender, "just think about it."
What a tosser.
"Well, that was awkward." She told Ginny a little while later as they walked back to Gryffindor Tower. Ginny laughed.
"Yeah, but I kinda hope he keeps bothering you, then we can hex him."
"Merlin, don't wish that on me Ginny!"
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The next day Hermione arrived at Potions early. She had seriously missed Severus the night before and was looking forward to at least getting to see - and hear - him in class, even if they didn't really get to interact. However, arriving early turned out to be a big mistake. Hawthorne got to class before Ginny and made a beeline for Hermione, taking the seat right next to her. Oh, no no no.
"Hey, Granger," he slouched low in the seat with a lazy grin, "hope you don't mind if I sit here."
She cleared her throat. "Well, actually, -"
He cut her off. "Great! I've been hoping to get the chance to get to know you better…"
Hermione quickly scanned the room around them and started to blindly pack up her things, hoping to snag a new seat before class started. But, the students were all filing in and the tables were filling up fast. By the time she scooped up her bag and stood Ginny was rushing into the room, the last one to take a seat. She gave Hermione a look that said 'sorry!' and then covered her mouth with one hand, eyes gesturing wildly towards the front of the room. Hermione turned and sat down, defeated, just as Snape stalked into the room in a swish of black robes, customary sneer set deeply on his severe face.
Despite the strange scenario, it was still wonderful to set eyes on him again. Wonderful and torturous, because she couldn't help but imagine all of the compromising positions they'd gotten up to in the Potions classroom. And his bedroom. And then there were the fantasies, things they hadn't actually done.. yet. Focus, Hermione!
Snape's eyes flicked quickly over the room as he gave them their brewing instructions. His gaze lingered on her for a long moment and she wished she could smile at him but she knew someone would notice. His lecture droned on and she tried to pay attention, she really did, but Gods. His voice was like velvety chocolate and all she could hear were the filthy things he liked to mutter in her ear while he fucked her.
"Alright. Collect your ingredients and get to work." He commanded and then took his seat behind his desk.
Yes, sir! She didn't want to brew her potion, though. She wanted to crawl under his desk and pull his cock out of his trousers and -
"I'll grab your ingredients for you, Granger." Hawthorne rudely interrupted her daydream with a heavy hand on her shoulder.
She narrowed her eyes at his idiotic smile and shrugged his hand off, standing up abruptly.
"I'll get my own, thanks."
She stomped over to collect her ingredients and returned to her table to set up, doing her best to avoid Hawthorne's gaze. About twenty minutes later her potion was bubbling away nicely and she started to clean up her ingredients. All she needed to do now was keep an eye on the flame and stir at the correct intervals. Once she had vanished her scraps and replaced all the little ingredient jars to the storeroom she wiped down her station and then settled in to watch her brew. Cypress wasn't far behind her in his own work and when he returned to their table he leaned way over to whisper in her ear.
"So… Have you thought anymore about what I said? I really think we could have fun together, Granger."
His breath hissed uncomfortably in her ear and she cringed, inching away as far as she could and nearly slid off of the side of her chair. When she quickly righted herself in her seat she nearly jumped out of her skin. She'd seriously jostled the plug that she'd forgotten was nestled in her bum. It was surprisingly easy to forget it was there, once she got used to the feeling. That is, unless she sat down hard directly on it, like she'd just done. Her face was suddenly burning up. Logically she knew that no one in the room could possibly know what was going on beneath her skirt - well, except for Snape - but she still felt incredibly exposed.
Severus had given her new rules the last time she saw him; she was supposed to wear her plug anytime they met up, and whenever she had class with him. She'd had an extremely odd experience squatting down in a stall in the girls bathroom after lunch that day trying to get the damn thing in there. And it certainly hadn't helped her sexual frustration, having not come in over four days. When she put it like that it didn't sound that bad, but, to her it was. She was a multiple-orgasms-a-day kind of girl..
"I've already told you I'm not interested, Hawthorne. Let it go." She hissed under her breath, pivoting her body away from him. She adjusted the flame under her cauldron with her wand, watching the bubbling surface carefully.
The idiot persisted, this time placing a hand on the middle of her back as he leaned in again to speak quietly.
"Oh, live a little! What's the harm? Just one date, that's all I'm asking for."
Hermione turned to face the smug boy with a harsh retort ready on her lips when there was a sudden bang on the table in front of them. They both startled and looked forward, Cypress's hand falling back to his side. Professor Snape had slammed his hands down on their workstation in front of their cauldrons and was staring down at them murderously.
"Just what is going on over here?" The words seeped from his lips like venom. His fathomless eyes flicked between the two of them and each time they landed on her she longed to reach out and touch him.
"I apologize, Professor," Hawthorne started, "We've reached the end stage of our potions and got a bit carried away talking."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "We weren't talking, sir, he kept whispering things to me and I was just about to ask him to stop."
Snape's lip curled into an awful sneer and he straightened back up to his full height, staring down his long nose at them.
"Save it, Miss Granger, we are all perfectly aware that you're dying to be teacher's pet," a couple of boys snickered from the back of the room and he shot them a sharp glance, "I'll speak with you more after class. As for you, Hawthorne," his gaze went truly icy as he turned his full attention towards the boy, "You'll keep your hands to yourself in my classroom. Detention with me tomorrow night. I expect you both to remain silent for the remainder of the class period. Do not test my patience."
He gave them one last lingering look and then turned on his heel and swept away, pacing around the classroom and peering into cauldrons with a critical eye.
Hermione shot Cypress a glare and then focused back on her cauldron for the rest of the lesson, steadfastly ignoring the boy's attempts to catch her eye.
She sighed in relief and settled into her chair when class finally ended and her classmates began to file out the door, Hawthorne included. She slowly packed up her bag while she waited for the last of the students to leave. When only her and Snape remained in the room he flicked his wand at the door, slamming it shut and warding it at record speed. Then he turned and stalked forward towards her, fire burning in his dark eyes.
Hermione quickly got to her feet. "Severus, I -"
He gripped her by the shoulders and spun her around, bending her over the workstation and flipping up her skirt in one fluid motion. His hands ran over her bare bum, caressing and squeezing. He wiggled her plug with one finger, pressing it in firm circles and she groaned against the tabletop.
"Fuck. You are my good girl, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir!"
The gravelly tone of his voice coaxed her legs further apart and she arched her back, displaying herself lewdly for him, begging for his touch. He pulled her back up to an upright position and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back tight to his chest. One hand roughly kneaded her breast and the other slipped under her skirt, one finger extending to tickle at her clit. His mouth found her neck, licking and sucking at her pulse point.
"What the fuck was up with Hawthorne?" He growled into her ear.
"I've no idea… Ahhh, Gods! He seems to think he can convince me to go on a date with him even though I've said no several times."
His finger slicked over her little nub so perfectly, and combined with the warm slide of his tongue over her neck and the possessive growling in her ear she was alright approaching the finish line.
"I wanted to strangle the little pillock… Putting his hands all over you… God, you have no idea how badly I want to shove my cock in you right now."
"Yes! Severus, please! I need you." She gasped, arching up into his touch.
"You'll be late for your next class. And I believe Miss Weasley is waiting out in the corridor for you."
"Oh God, I'm gonna come, sir!" She managed to squeak out at the last second and his finger paused over her clit immediately. He pulled his hand away, bringing it up to her lips and popping it inside her mouth when she opened willingly.
"Not yet, love. Come see me tonight. I'll be done with my rounds by eleven. Do you think you can manage?"
She sucked her own tangy juices from his finger with a whimper. She had been so, so close. And now he was sending her away to wait for seven more hours. Dreadful man. She nodded.
"Good girl. Get to class… and try not to leave a puddle in your chair…" He pulled his finger out from her mouth and took a step back, unwarding the door with his wand.
Hermione turned around and caught him by the collar of his robes and stretched up on her tiptoes to pull him into a long, open mouthed kiss. He kissed her back at first, thin lips strong and warm against hers as if he couldn't help but reciprocate. He tasted bloody marvelous, like strongly brewed tea with a hint of sugar and just so uniquely Severus. His hand came up to grasp her chin and he pulled away, straightening up and holding her face at arms length.
"You need to go, Hermione." His thumb swept softly over her lower lip. "Keep your plug in for the rest of the day, I want your pussy to stay nice and juicy for me."
She nodded, cheeks prickling with heat. She was certain if she heard anyone else say those same words she would cringe terribly, but, coming from his mouth they were beyond erotic. The man could make the most benign statements sound completely obscene. He let go of her chin and walked back over to his desk. Hermione sighed, grabbed her satchel, and left the room to hurry to her next class.
He'd been right, Ginny was waiting for her in the empty corridor. Her brown eyes were wide and amused on Hermione when she slipped past the classroom door.
"Oh my gosh, what did he say?" She asked excitedly as they hurried through the halls.
"Nothing that I'm about to repeat in the corridor…" Hermione answered with a chagrined smile. Ginny slapped a hand over her mouth and giggled relentlessly.
"Did you see his face when Hawthorne was whispering in your ear?"
"No, I was a bit distracted trying to get away from him." Hermione replied, exasperated.
"I thought he was gonna kill him! Not gonna lie, Hermione, it was kind of hot..."
"Ginny!" Hermione joined her friend, dissolving into ridiculous giggles.
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Hermione borrowed the Marauder's Map that evening, heading out from Gryffindor Tower at a quarter to eleven when she saw Severus return to the dungeons. It took forever to get down there, and thank Merlin she had the map, for she narrowly avoided running into Filch and the Headmistress on her way. Finally, around a half an hour later she made it to the Potion's classroom and immediately slipped inside, closing the door quietly behind her. She felt the wards lock down behind her and a shiver of anticipation ran down her spine. The door to his sitting room was cracked open and soft orange light spilled out onto the classroom floor, leading the way towards her fulfillment.
"There you are."
Severus turned to her from his seat by the fire when she entered. He was dressed in just his shirt sleeves and trousers and she smiled at the sight. He did look impressive and intense in his full teaching robes, but she'd come to associate the man that he was before her now - in his casually rolled up sleeves - as her Severus.
"Hello, sir."
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"What are you doing over there, girl? Come here."
His tone was one of impatience and Hermione hurried to put down her bag and cross the room to stand before him. He slid his hands up the inside of her thighs with a hum.
"That's better… Have you been a good girl today?"
"Yes, sir." She steadied her hands on his shoulders as his fingers found her center.
"Are you sure about that answer?" He gave her a stern look, "You don't feel nearly wet enough. Damp, perhaps, but certainly not what I asked for."
Hermione's stomach dropped and she bit her lip nervously, longing to avert her eyes from his weighted gaze. He pulled his hands away from her body and relaxed back into his seat, hands in his lap.
"Undress. And then tell me how we are going to remedy this."
That's hardly fair, Severus. She wondered if it was some kind of test. What did he expect me to do, touch myself in the bathroom between classes?
"If need be, yes." He said with narrowed eyes.
Oh. Well, she'd failed at that task then. She hurried to undress herself, standing completely nude before him in record time. He just stared at her expectantly. Oh Gods, what am I supposed to say?
"Umm… Sir, will you… Will you please spank me?"
That seemed like a safe bet.
"Why?" He asked simply. Hermione fidgeted with her fingers, feeling terribly awkward standing there, bare, in front of his unreadable face.
"Because… I need it, sir. I didn't follow your instructions.."
He raised an eyebrow.
"And?"
"And… It makes me very wet… Sir." She whispered.
He nodded. "That's right," he opened up his arms, "climb up here then, little girl."
Hermione scrambled up onto the sofa with him, straddling his lap and tucking her head into his neck, relieved to be able to hide her face. Both of his hands slid down her back, caressing over the curve of her arse.
"Hmm… Yes. Your bum is entirely too bare anyway. I'll just warm it up for you, shall I?"
His voice reverberated through her chest in a pleasantly deep rumble and she shivered, wiggling around in his lap. "Yes, sir, please!"
His chest shook in a silent chuckle. "Hold still, Princess. And your hands better stay on my shoulders."
She nodded against the crook of his neck, tightening her hold around his shoulders. He gave her arse one last squeeze and then one hand came up to settle over her lower back and the other disappeared, only to come back down on one cheek a second later in a sharp smack. She couldn't help the little gasp that escaped her, startled, even though she'd been expecting it.
His hand rained down on her mercilessly then, thoroughly painting her bum in stinging red. He alternated sides every few smacks and stopped to knead and caress her burning flesh every so often until she was whining and panting into his ear, struggling to keep her hips from writhing around.
"Oh Gods! Please, sir, I need you!"
He didn't ease up on her as he replied, growling into her hair, "What do you need from me?"
"I need your cock! Ahhh, please!" She couldn't stop herself from grinding down hard against his stiff placket, groaning at the feel of his rigid heat against her center. His right arm tightened down around her waist, halting her movement.
"I told you to hold still, witch."
She whimpered. "I can't sir, I can't!"
She cried out again when his heavy hand came down on her arse hard.
"You can and you will… and if not, I'll have to get out my belt. And trust me, girl, I will not be happy. I've been dying to fuck you for days and my patience is wearing thin."
Oh my God. His irritated, steely tone did sinful things to her body. If she hadn't already been dripping wet from the spanking, she surely was now.
"Yes, sir." She whispered, whimpering again when the spanking started back up in earnest.
Her bum was positively burning up, the sting of each swat settling deep in her flesh and then migrating straight to her core, as if the skin of her arse had a direct line to her clitoris. She wasn't going to be able to take it much longer. Her pussy felt achingly empty, pelvic muscles attempting to clench down on nothing each time his hand met her backside.
Several long moments later she sagged in relief when his hand finally paused its assault, coming down to soothe her scalded skin with soft strokes of his palm.
"Are you ready for my cock now, pet?"
She nodded mindlessly into his collarbone. "Yes, sir, please!"
One long finger trailed down the divide of her arse, stopping to tweak and tease her shiny plug and she moaned embarrassingly loudly. She could almost hear the smirk on his face.
"Reach down and check for me. Show me how wet you are."
Hermione loosened her grip around his neck and fit a hand down between their bodies, slipping her fingers between her sodden folds, humming a little note of pleasure when she bumped over her swollen clit. She pulled her fingers free and held them up to show him, cheeks flushing bright red. Severus studied her proffered hand for a moment, nostrils flaring, before his gaze flicked up to her face with an approving leer.
"There's my good girl." He reached down to flip open his belt, pulling his trousers open and freeing his ruddy, leaking cock. Oh fuck, yes! Her mind filled with a litany of pleading at the sight.
"You just need your bum to be nice and red, don't you?" He crooned to her as his fingers moved over his prick, thumb gathering up a bead of precum and spreading it over his tip, slicking himself with the clear fluid. Hermione raised her hips up in an automatic response, more than ready to get him inside of her. She nodded with a bashful smile, eyes glued to his cock. His free hand came up to cradle her jaw, tilting her chin until she looked him in the eye.
"Don't hide from me. Look at me while I fill up your tight little cunt."
He lined the head of his cock up with her opening, sluicing through her slit in teasing torture. She couldn't wait any longer; she sunk down onto him slowly. The stretch was exquisite, setting her nerve endings alight, and her mouth hung open in silent rapture as he filled her. They both groaned in unison when he was finally buried to the hilt, her pelvis pressed tight to his. For several long beats they just stared at each other in quiet reverie, savoring the euphoric joining of their fevered flesh.
Severus broke the silence, hands trailing down to grip her hips tightly.
"Fuck, love. Ride my cock."
Hermione moaned and reinforced her grip on his shoulders and then began to lift up, driving herself down onto his length at an eager pace.
"I've been thinking about this all day," Severus growled, using his grasp on her hip bones to assist in slamming her down hard onto his cock, "You have no idea how close I came to bending you over the table and shagging your brains out after class."
"Oh my God. I wanted you to!" She breathed.
"Did you? Not thinking about taking Hawthorne up on his offer?" He was watching her face carefully. Oh, Severus, don't be ridiculous. She wrinkled her nose, slowing down her thrusts slightly.
"Merlin, no. I only want you, sir!"
Light sparked behind his dark irises like struck flint. He sat up straighter in his seat, gripping her tight and snapping his hips up to meet her thrusts, pounding into her hard.
"Is that right?" he growled, his heavy breaths washing over her skin like a tide, "Say it. Tell me who this sweet little pussy belongs to."
"You, sir! I'm yours!" She cried out, throwing her head back. The force of his thrusts was setting her teeth on edge. He was pushing her relentlessly fast towards release and it was not gentle.
"Yesss." he hissed, squeezing a hand down between them to strum mercilessly at her distended clit, "Mine."
She nearly sobbed at the overstimulation, writhing and twitching around on his lap shamelessly. Her fingernails dug hard into his shoulders as she hung on for dear life, trying - and failing- to keep her own hips in time with his. He was simply too fast, too strong, handling her as if she were a mere ragdoll, and fuck if it wasn't one of the most erotic things she'd ever experienced.
"Uhhhhh, yes, Severus!... I'm so.. I'm… uhhhh!"
She couldn't think straight, the intensity of it all was too much. His hand fisted into her wild hair, grabbing hold of a solid portion near her scalp and yanking her head down to face him, drawing a startled wail from her lips. She nearly lost it at the look on his face. His lip had curled up into a vicious sneer, eyes burning into her like two hot coals.
"Come for me, Princess. Come all over my cock." He gritted out through clenched teeth. His jaw muscle twitched with the tension.
"Oh, fuuuuck!"
His thumb flew over her clit at breakneck speed, fingers twisting into her hair so tightly that tears sprang to her eyes. His cock was a relentless force, driving into her ruthlessly, claiming her body as his. He was taking her apart, bit by bit, and it only took a few seconds more for the pressure in her core to reach truly agonizing levels before finally snapping free, wracking her body in waves of bliss that reverberated through her like claps of thunder through a stormy sky. She was so far gone she hardly knew where she was anymore, and only just barely registered Snape's hissing groan as he lost himself to her clenching pussy, spilling his seed deep inside her.
Severus's grip on her hair loosened as they came back down to earth and he pulled her in close, hands smoothing up and down her back as she tucked her face into his neck. Her heart pounded in her chest, pressed tightly against his, and she shivered as the sweat on her skin began to cool in the chilly dungeon air. She felt so at home in his arms, wrapped up safe and content in the strength of his embrace. It had driven her mad when their meeting had been postponed the night before. That one extra day had felt like an eternity. She wondered how she would possibly cope over the spring holiday that was coming up fast.
"Severus?" She murmured quietly against the skin of his throat.
"Mmm?"
"What do you do over spring hols? Do you stay here or go home?"
"Hmm, it depends. I was planning on going home this year," he replied, tucking a bit of her hair behind her ear, "Why?"
"Oh, just… I just wondered. I haven't decided what I'm doing yet." She mumbled.
"Why's that? I would've assumed you'd go visit your family."
"Ah, well, I can't exactly visit my parents.. It's a complicated situation." She fidgeted with the collar of his shirt. "Things are a bit awkward for me at The Burrow these days… And if I go to Grimmauld I'll mostly be by myself, so.. I don't know, I might just stay here, I suppose."
There was a short pause and then one of his hands slid down to squeeze her arse as he replied. "Well, come stay at my house then."
Hermione popped her head up to look at him. "Really?" He shrugged.
"If you're not too nervous to be all alone with me for a week…" His lips twisted up into a tired smirk.
Hermione huffed a little laugh. "Should I be?"
His smirk stretched out into a proper leer. "Perhaps."
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter and the art! Come hangout with me on my SS/HG discord, link in bio :)