Prompt from SallySlytherin's Discord: "Library shenanigans"
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Severus glanced up at the bushy haired witch for what seemed like the tenth time in as many minutes. The only reason he tolerated holidays at all, was because he was allowed to sit and bask in the quiet sanctuary that was the Black family library. Potter had, unfortunately, reproduced several times by now, as had Weasley. Now, Potter and the entire Weasley clan demand that the remaining Order members meet for Yule at number twelve Grimmauld place.
Oh, he tried to talk his way out of it every year, but it never worked. If it wasn't Molly, it was Minerva– banging on his door incessantly or tumbling through the floo, just to drag him to that damned house by the ear. He was a fully grown wizard! What gave them the right to force him into socializing?
Nevertheless, every year he found himself sitting on the dusty, floral sofa, lost in a book. Someone, he suspected Molly, always left a plate of food for him, and although he'd never admit it– he found the gesture oddly touching. He felt like a member of the family, even if he'd never admit it to himself. Thankfully, they all seemed to understand his need for seclusion, never interrupting him.
But this year was different. This year, Granger found herself brave enough to join him amongst the books. He had warned her several times to be quiet and stop her fidgeting. Something was vexing her– she was constantly squirming and sighing off in the dark corner of the library opposite him, distracting him from his reading.
"Granger," he growled. "Cease your wriggling or leave. Your presence is distracting enough."
She ducked her head, face flashing bright red before she mumbled an apology. It only lasted for a few moments before she was at it again.
Merlin, this witch was even more obnoxious than she was as a student.
He closed his book, silently walking over to her. He wanted to know just what it was she was reading that had her so flustered. He peeked over her shoulder, eyes widening drastically as he took in the words on the page hungrily. Eyes drawn to the paper that had a generous sprinkling of lewd words such as "turgid length", "velvet wrapped steel", and "moist petals".
Granger jumped when his deep voice rumbled in her ear, "My, my, Miss Granger… just what are you reading?"
She quickly slammed the book shut, turning her head with such speed that her lips almost brushed against his own. They both moved back with a gasp.
"I–I was… I was just—"
"Just what, Granger?" He was enjoying watching her blush travel lower… it was now covering her neck and was getting incredibly close to covering her chest. "It would seem," he purred, "that you are reading dirty books in the library, Miss Granger." He rose to his full height, looking down at her. It wasn't lost on him that his pelvis was now directly in front of her face. She noticed as well, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut.
"No," he chuckled. "You were doing much more than that, weren't you, girl?"
"Sir?" she squeaked, eyes looking anywhere but directly in his own.
"I've known you for over a decade, had you in my classroom for six years, and not once … have you ever sat like this ." He raised an eyebrow, as the witch quickly adjusted herself so she was no longer sitting on her heel.
Leaning forward again, he whispered in her ear, "I know exactly what you were doing, Miss Granger. How very… naughty ."
He straightened then, and with a smirk, turned and left.
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The next year, he found himself fighting with the old biddies a lot less when it came time for his annual visit. In fact, he found himself dressing a bit more dapper, not enough to draw attention, but enough, perhaps, for a certain witch to notice.
He hadn't seen her yet. Perhaps she wouldn't show her face after what happened last year.
As he pushed the door open to the library, he noticed her, once again sitting in the corner. He smiled to himself before walking over to the bookshelf, skimming the titles for something that would catch his fancy.
"Granger," he greeted.
"Snape," she responded, cheekily.
That year, they found themselves lost in conversation. He wouldn't say he was disappointed– it was nice to converse with someone of intelligence for once. But still– he had rather hoped to catch the witch in a more compromising position.
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The next year, they sat together on the sofa, reading. Snape noticed that there were two plates of food waiting on the small table. Apparently, Molly had noticed a pattern forming, he'd have to be more careful. It wouldn't do for the Weasley matriarch to start planning nuptials.
"Have you tasted many women, Severus?"
Snape sputtered on his tea, reaching for a napkin to wipe his face with. Turning to her, a bit flabbergasted, he simply stared at her.
Hermione shrugged, returning to her book. "I'm just a bit curious what they taste like, that's all. If it's… off putting to wizards."
"Why?" He croaked, clearing his throat before pretending to return to his book.
"No one ever wants to," she answered simply. "I was just wondering if it's, like I said— off putting. Wizards certainly enjoy it in these books," she mumbled, flushing a bit.
"Idiots, the lot of them," he grumbled.
"Wha—"
"Your sexual experience, Granger, is made up of what? Weasley and the Bulgarian?"
"How did—"
"I was a spy," he answered simply. It was true… he was observant. No, Granger never caught his eye as a student. Honestly he hadn't found her remotely interesting until that Christmas he caught her masturbating in the library. No matter how much she denied it, a woman grinding her core against her foot while reading literary pornography was masturbation.
"Well…then… yes, I suppose that about sums it up. A few muggle boys here and there." She sniffed, raising her head slightly so she could look down her nose at him.
"They are boys, Granger. Men don't mind participating in the delicate art that is…cunninglingus."
Granger's eyes darkened as his tongue curled around that word. He smirked, pleased with his ability to tease her so easily.
"You should taste yourself," he offered, waving his hand indifferently. "Then you'd know."
Granger's nose wrinkled adorably at the thought. "That sounds absolutely abhorrent."
"If you don't want to taste yourself, why would anyone else? You're clean, aren't you?" His eyes sparkled as he allowed them to travel down her body. His ears burned and he felt his face warm a bit. He was coming on too strong, perhaps, but she was a Gryffindor— she might appreciate a more direct approach.
She sat there, forehead wrinkled as she argued with herself. He placed his hand on her knee, earning himself a gasp as she twisted her neck to look at him in surprise.
"May I?" He held his breath, preparing for the dismissal she'd likely offer him. Perhaps even a slap to the face. But no, not this little lioness. She turned on the sofa, just a quarter turn, so that her knee bumped against his. She slid her right leg onto the sofa, opening herself up to him. His eyes darted between her sex and her eyes, contemplating what the best move was.
With the tension crackling in the air, he slid his hand underneath her flowing skirt, tracing the inside of her thigh as he caressed her, closing in on her sex like a heat-seeking missile.
She hissed when his finger teased her, tracing above her cotton knickers, enjoying how wet they already were. He slid his finger beneath the elastic, sliding his digit inside her, curling it just enough to make her claw at the sofa.
He withdrew, smirking at her whimper. He raised his hand, inhaling her scent and closing his eyes. He opened, gazing into her simmering brown eyes as he sucked on his finger, groaning in delight as he tasted her for the first time.
"What's it taste like?" She whispered, biting her lip and scooting closer to him.
He lifted his arm, draping it around her shoulder and pulling her closer to him. He reached beneath her skirt, fingering her sex once more before withdrawing. Hermione stared at his glistening fingers with such longing that he felt his trousers tighten even more.
"Do you want to try?" he offered.
"No," she said hesitantly.
"Seems like you do," Snape teased, wiping his finger across her bottom lip before returning it to her sex to gather more. "I could taste you all day, Granger. You're delicious. I don't think I'd ever get my fill," he whispered, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. "Go on… taste yourself. I want to watch."
Granger swallowed hard, scooting away from him so she could rest against the arm of the sofa, spreading her legs even further so he could see precisely what she was doing. She dug her heels down, lifting her hips so she could pull her right leg out of her knickers, uncaring that they remained looped around her left leg that settled on the floor.
Her brown eyes burned into his black ones, a scorching heat that threatened to burn straight through into his soul. She ran her fingers over her chest, making their way down to the patch of curls between her legs. Oh gods.. he wanted to bury his face between her thighs, feasting on her until the next Christmas.
He started palming himself, biting his lip to hold back the groan as he watched her slip to fingers inside herself. Granger laid her head back, bucking her hips as she thrust inside herself. Severus thanked Merlin that she was not as selfish as he, and had no issue moaning and groaning as loud as she wished.
"Fuck," he breathed, tearing at his belt and placket so that he could free his cock from its woolen prison.
Granger smiled, eyes still closed when she finally removed her fingers. She looked at him through her eyelashes as she brought her finger to her lips. A flash of pink caught his attention as her tongue darted out to taste herself.
"Mmm," she moaned, sliding her finger all the way inside her mouth.
"Do you like your taste, Hermione?"
"Oh fuck," she gasped, causing a deep chuckle to rumble out of his chest.
"It's my turn." Severus grabbed her ankle, pulling hard as he slid her down the sofa so she was flat on her back, his own body nestled between her soft, milky thighs.
"Oh, gods… please! Please Severus," she moaned, hips bucking against nothing as she begged him to take her.
"As you wish," he growled. He lowered his head, hair tickling her thighs as he licked her sensitive skin, right where her thigh ended.
"Oh… oh!"
"Keep your voice down, witch. We are in a library afterall…"
"Stop.. talking… and lick me," she gasped between moans. His dark chuckle vibrated against her needy clit as he turned his attention towards the spot she most craved.
"So bratty, miss Granger. I shall have to take care of that attitude at a later time. For now…" he slid two fingers inside her, turning and curling the digits as he found her favorite spot.
It didn't take long for her to clench around him… not with him licking her the way he did, fingers probing deep as he lapped up her excitement.
"Oh gods, Severus… that was—"
"Incomplete," he cut her off. "Let me inside you, witch… I need to feel you."
He climbed up her body, burying his face in her neck as his cock laid heavily against her thigh.
"Yes," she whimpered, "yes… please… take me.. take me now ," she panted.
He didn't need to be asked twice. He reached between their bodies, aligning himself before he slowly slid inside her. There was only one first with a witch, and he wanted to savor every moment. With any luck, this would be his last "first time".
He sighed, letting his head fall back as he sank into her warmth. Merlin. Had he ever felt anything as erotic as this? Her body writhing beneath him, her cunt suckling his cock, willing him to spill within her, but he wasn't ready for it to end yet. He grit his teeth and focused his attention on her breasts.
He put his weight on his one elbow, quickly ripping open her shirt to expose her amazing tits. He was completely mesmerized by the way they were bouncing. He pulled her brazier down quickly, he couldn't be bothered with attempting to maneuver the little hooks on the back.
His head was soon buried between them, tongue licking the raised scar left behind from the war.
"Oh fuck, Hermione. You'll be the death of me." He moved to lick her nipple, working steadily as it pebbled beneath his tongue. Once stiffened, he nipped at it, enjoying her little gasps as she moved to fist his hair.
"More. Please…I'm so close." Her legs wrapped around his skinny hips, digging her heels into his bum to pull him even closer.
Severus titled his position, grinding his pubic bone against her clit as he snapped his hips with a brutal pace. They were both sweating now, unable to hold back their cries as their releases fell upon them at nearly the same time.
Reluctantly, Severus pulled away, unwilling to crush her when he wasn't confident he could hold himself up anymore. He tucked himself away, leaving his shirt to hang open as Hermione moved to lay beside him. Her hand moved to trace circles over his chest as they lay there completely lost in one another.
This was without a doubt, Severus' favorite time in a library.