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Severus Snape lay in bed. His erection throbbed in his hand as he tugged on it roughly. He was desperately chasing his climax… needing to relax his mind and body to finally steal some sleep. Gods, he was so tired of being alone. It was taking longer and longer to finish, and it was hardly even satisfying anymore.
He needed a woman.
He closed his eyes and thought of her . Such an obnoxious young woman. He wanted to hate her, really he did. Hell, he had despised her in her childhood.
But now…?
Now he wasn’t sure how he felt aside from his obvious attraction. He did seem to seek her out for stimulating conversation. But that didn’t mean anything, did it? She didn’t necessarily seem to harbor any feelings for him. She cared, yes. Always making sure he was eating and resting enough. And Merlin knows she was constantly banging on his office door, asking if he needed any help brewing. But that was more about her lust for knowledge, yes?
But he was such an awkward man. What was he supposed to do? Go up and ask her on a date? She’d never go out with him. He knew how he looked… he had heard enough insults throughout his life to realize that not everyone could be wrong.
His parents were indifferent to his existence. No matter how hard he worked… it didn’t matter. He was never going to be good enough. Both parents had drilled that into him long before Hogwarts.
Then, it was seared into his mind when that blasted quartet of twats ruled the school. The constant bullying, hexes, and near-death experiences turned Severus into the bitter man he was today. Not to mention the blasted half-life he led as a spy.
Women were never interested either. He never had a paramour, the only woman he had ever been interested in did not return his feelings. He ruined that friendship as well.
Whatever sexual experiences he had were all paid for or forced upon him during his time as a spy. An occasional pity fuck after the war before people realized he was still a cantankerous bastard.
Dumbledore fucked him too, but that was in a completely different way. The previous headmaster made sure his spy was well aware that he came with an expiration date. That his sole purpose in life was to die for Potter. Albus hadn’t even made good on his end of the deal. Lily died, after all.
So here he was… lying in bed, feeling sorry for himself as his erection flagged with his own self-loathing. Apparently, he didn’t even want to fuck himself. He was doomed.
XOX
Hermione Granger cried out her release as she clenched her thighs together, capturing her hand as she gently rocked from side to side as her orgasm crested.
Fuck. That was a really good one.
She had a run-in, literally, with the dark wizard earlier that day. She had turned the corner too quickly as she rushed to his office between classes, eager to meet Snape to make sure they could still meet up later to brew as they usually did.
She slammed right into his hard chest… buttons pressing against the side of her face as his hands instantly went to her hips, preventing her fall.
All those tight muscles rippling beneath layers of clothing— she was convinced the man had a strength to him that no other person knew about. And oh , how she craved him. Craved those fingers running all over her body. Tweaking her nipples, rolling over her clit as he whispered dirty things to her.
She just knew the man would be able to say all the dirty things that she stored in the dark recesses of her mind… unable to voice her desires to anyone else.
But she knew without a doubt, if there was any wizard in the world that could give her what she wanted, it was Severus Snape.
Unwilling to clean up after herself, she simply rolled over in her bed and dreamed of him.
XOX
It was the last week of the school year. The students were already lost in their pre-summer haze— turning in work that was sub-par and not retaining any information that Severus had taught.
He needed a break. Needed a chance to get away from the castle.. get out of his mind for a bit and just relax before final exams.
Pulling on a crisp buttoned shirt and black trousers, he stood at the mirror to take in his appearance. He scowled, the reflection glaring back. But this was as good as he was going to get, so he headed for the front gates and out to muggle London.
He found himself standing outside a dodgy little pub. It was perfect. A place to drink and get lost in thought where no one knew him. His boots suctioned against the sticky floor as he crossed over to the bar, plopping down unceremoniously on the tall stool and slapping a hand down on the counter to be able to place an order.
He had consumed quite a few pints by the time he closed his tab and stood to leave. The floor moved beneath his feet, causing him to stumble back against the counter.
“Need a cab, mate?” The young barkeep frowned with concern as he ran a rag across the top of the bar.
Severus merely shook his head, looking around with disdain. “Perhaps you could point me in the direction of your… facilities .”
The young man pointed in the direction of the toilet with his chin. Severus tried his best to sneer whilst attempting to not fall on the floor in a drunken stupor. Bouncing off a wall, thankfully only once, he made his way into what could only be described as quite possibly the worst bathroom in London. There weren’t enough Galleons in the world to convince him to take a piss here. He’d rather go outside.
The brick wall was abrasive against his palm as he leaned against it, trying to get his bladder to finally release. Now was not the time to be shy. There was a bit of commotion behind him, startling him from his grumbling. He turned to find a group of men walking into a building that was highlighted in a hot pink hue. He looked up to read the sign.
Live. Nude. Girls.
He zipped up his fly and started to walk inside. If all else failed, they probably had a more presentable toilet.
XOX
“I just don’t think you understand properly, Gin, that’s all.” Hermione looked up at the flashing pink lights that spelled out the club’s name.
Desire.
“Harry told us this would be fun and I want to see strippers,” she whinged petulantly. “It’s my hen party.”
“I know but–”
Hermione was cut off abruptly as they stepped inside the building. Clearly, Harry either misunderstood, or (what Hermione suspected was the real reason) Harry sent them to a female strip club instead of men to tempt his fiancée less.
“ Oh, ” Ginny gasped. “They’re all women.”
“I was trying to tell you. It’s a muggle establishment, Gin. You have to specifically look for male clubs.”
“I think it’ll be fun,” announced Luna, grabbing hold of Lavender and both Patil girls and walking towards the stage. “I’ll get us some good seats!”
“Are you going to be okay with this, Hermione?” Ginny whispered, slowly leading her friend to where Luna had sat at the front of the stage.
“Me? It’s your party.”
“I know. But I know you can be a bit of a, well, prude.”
Hermione rolled her eyes, nervously running her hands down her blouse, suddenly self conscious about how low cut it was, now that she was standing next to all these beautiful women. “I’m hardly a prude.”
The look Ginny gave her seemed to imply differently. Hermione frowned. She wasn’t a prude. Just because she didn't have a lot of experience in sex didn’t mean that she wasn’t approving of it. There just hadn’t been anyone in her life that left her craving more.
As they sat down in the plush seats beside Luna, Hermione’s eyes drifted to the stage. The man on the loudspeaker introduced the new dancer as the crowd cheered, music transitioning to an upbeat, pulsing song. She had to admit, the redheaded woman taking to the stage was attractive. Not that she had ever been inclined to look at other women that way.
But still, she could appreciate beauty when she saw it. She frowned a bit, noting how her body was more curvaceous than the dancer’s. Her breasts were natural whereas the redhead’s were perky but obviously fake. She found herself jealous that her own weren’t as beautiful. Her own stomach wasn’t as toned, her thighs were dimpled. Hermione sighed, waving down the server to order herself a drink. If she was going to start body-shaming while watching these writhing women… she’d be drunk enough to stop caring.
“Attagirl!” Ginny cheered, raising her own glass to Hermione. The group of women all tossed back their shots and turned back to the show in front of them. As the night progressed, everyone was really loosening up. Luna had bought Ginny a lap dance, mentioning that the bride-to-be needed to indulge. Hermione snorted but watched as her friend blushed beautifully as the dark haired woman grinded against her. Ginny sat on her hands obediently, as instructed originally. However, after a few minutes, the dancer had taken Ginny’s hands and placed them on her breasts.
That attracted a lot of male attention from the club, either from the erotic site of the two women grinding against each other, or out of jealousy that Ginny could touch and they couldn’t. Hermione smiled at her friends, motioning that she was going over to the bar to get another drink. Truthfully, she had passed the point of enjoyment and was now firmly stuck in the self-reflection portion of her alcohol-induced evening. She just wanted to get away for a bit. She felt like an outsider with her friends. Perhaps sitting at the bar would help.
She sipped at her cocktail, enjoying the sweet, fruity flavor as it washed over her tongue. She made herself comfortable on the stool, turning to look out over the floor. Men were there, ogling the women hungrily. Hermione was confused by her feelings.
Part of her was disgusted at all of the erections she saw, as men walked around with tented trousers, heads thrown back against their chairs as the women squirmed on their laps. The other part of her was envious. She wanted a man to want her, to crave her. She wasn’t sure anyone would ever look at her as hungrily as these men were.
She sighed, tossing back another swallow from her drink when a flash of black hair caught her eyes. Was that who she thought it was? There was no possible way, right? What were the chances? She watched as the beautiful redhead led the dark-haired man to one of the sofas, a bit more private, but still not out of view. As she raked her nails over his chest and pushed him down into the chair. Hermione gasped, getting a good look at the man for the first time.
Snape.
XOX
Severus had relieved himself as soon as he paid the insanely high cover charge for the club. He was too drunk to care, needing to piss too badly. Now that his head was more clear, he took the opportunity to look around the establishment. No one would know him here… not out in muggle London. And no one he knew would ever go to a muggle strip club. It was nicer than he expected, he had been to some dodgy ones before. But the girls all looked happy, the floors were clean. He shrugged, finding a dark corner to sit in. He might as well get his money’s worth.
He had drank another tumbler of the amber-colored alcohol, enjoying the burn as his head became even more fuzzy, allowing the man to finally let down his shields. The redheaded woman who was currently grinding lewdly against a pole caught his eye. She seemed to notice him too, walking towards him when her dance was over.
“Hi,” she whispered almost shyly. His eyes were drawn to the way her fingers were twisting her auburn hair as she bit her lower lip.
“Hello,” he offered back.
“Would you care for a dance?”
Severus stopped to think. He glanced around, seeing if he had gathered any attention from onlookers.
“How much?”
“ Mmm , for you, big boy? I think about twenty quid.”
The woman inched closer, running a teasing hand up his thigh as she started to walk around towards his back. He flinched, unused to a woman being so forward.
“Twenty quid seems awfully stiff.”
She looked down at his trousers, smirking. “Not quite stiff, but you’ve got potential.”
Severus snorted, lip curling slightly in amusement. She was behind him now, rubbing her breasts against his head. That same hand brushed across his chest as she nestled herself against him. Her other hand moved to run her fingers through his hair. He groaned when her long fingernails scratched at his scalp, enjoying the feeling of her grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. She dipped her head to his neck, allowing her tongue to trace across the scars on his neck.
“Do you have a private room?” He rasped, eyes closed as he enjoyed her touch.
“Not for the twenty. I can take you over to a more private bench though,” she shrugged.
“Lead the way.”
Severus followed the woman, eyes focused on her pert little arse. She had covered herself with a sheer lace gown, but it hardly concealed anything.
They rounded a corner, pushing through a crowd of people to find themselves in a dark little nook. The woman grabbed him by the elbow, spinning him around before pushing against his chest. Severus fell back onto the dark green patent leather couch, spreading his legs open as he watched the woman flirtatiously play with the belt of her dressing gown.
“Money upfront love.”
Severus nodded, shifting his weight to pull out his muggle wallet, taking out a crisp note and tucking it between the thin band of her garter.
“ Mmm thank you. Just a few rules before we get started. Sit on your hands, no touching or rough stuff. Understood?”
“Yes.”
With a nod, the music turned on and the woman started swaying back and forth to the beat. His eyes dropped to her waist, hungrily taking in her lithe form. She raised a stocking-clad leg, resting her foot on the chair between his legs. She smirked at his hungry gaze as he focused on where her creamy thigh met the black-lace elastic that held the stocking up. She ran her hand over her thigh, moving it upward, over her torso as her green eyes peered into his.
“What’s your name, love?”
“Does it matter?”
“I suppose not.” She took her leg down, bending over in front of him to scratch down his thighs gently. She pushed his legs together before moving to straddle him.
“What are you looking for tonight?”
“What does any man come here looking for?” He grunted as she started to grind against his trousers, cock hardening at a rapid pace.
“Some come to talk. Some come for release.”
“I suppose the latter,” he murmured as she shoved her breasts into his face. Gods, he wanted to bury himself inside her cleavage. Her breasts were harder than he preferred, obviously silicone. But still, it felt good to be wanted, even if it was fake.
“ Mmm, well I don't usually offer this, but I find you dead sexy. I get off in a few hours… maybe we could go somewhere for some mutual release ?”
She stood up, turning around before sitting back down on his lap. She started grinding a bit more enthusiastically. His hands twitched as he struggled to not touch her. But, perhaps later he could, if he took her up on the offer.
“Perhaps. If you’re a good girl.” He wasn’t usually this lewd, but between the alcohol and the fact that all of his blood was currently pulled in his cock, he seemed to lose all sense of propriety.
The woman whimpered then, turning to face him once more.
“Touch me,” she begged, burying her face in his neck and licking his scar once more. He felt a sense of hesitation, but he wasn’t sure why. The woman had practically begged for it. She had his thigh nestled between her own, grinding against him as if she was seeking her own pleasure. He hardly frequented these clubs, but he knew more often than not, that it was about the man’s needs and desires, not the dancer’s.
Before he could act further, he heard his name followed by a gasp. His eyes shot up to find Hermione Granger standing in the doorway looking equally horrified and entranced.
The dancer stopped immediately, murmuring an apology before she ran off embarrassed. Severus cleared his throat, crossing his leg before yelling at the witch. Merlin forbid she actually saw his own arousal.
“What do you think you are doing, Miss Granger?” he barked.
XOX
Oh, Merlin. She should not have said anything. She should’ve stayed at the bar instead of following him. But he just looked so sexy with his head thrown back and eyes closed. She had never seen him so relaxed. So she followed him.
It was a mistake.
She felt a pang of jealousy for some reason as the woman danced on him. Hermione knew she didn't have a claim over the man, hell, he was hardly more than a coworker. But she felt possessive of him. After all, he made her come daily, even if it was only from her own imagination.
Still, she watched the couple from the shadows. But when the dancer begged for him to touch her, as she was rubbing against his thigh– jealousy took over. Who did this woman think she was? Strippers weren’t supposed to do that!
No one was supposed to touch Severus.
Not when she wanted him so badly.
She hadn’t meant to gasp his name. She hadn’t meant to interrupt. Now he was here, glaring at her, face sweaty and covered in glitter, reeking of her perfume.
“Well?” he asked again, anger obviously on the rise.
“I’m sorry. I–I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was just surprised and–”
“What I do in my own time is hardly any concern of yours, Granger. Did you follow me?” He narrowed his eyes, rising from his chair to tower above her.
“N-no. I.. I just..”
“Out with it, girl.”
“I’m here for Ginny’s hen party. I saw you and—”
He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her into the little alcove as he looked around frantically. “Did anyone else see me? Did you tell anyone else I was here?”
“Of course not.”
“Then leave,” he growled, releasing her arm to push her away from him.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Severus. Lots of men—”
“I don’t have to answer to you, Granger.”
He was livid, she could tell by the way his vein was pulsing on the side of his temple. He swallowed then, Adam’s apple bobbing as he continued to glower at her. She followed the motion, looking over at his scar from the war. She often stole glances at him, but hardly ever was she allowed to look at him this closely. Usually, he’d turn away from her and stalk down the corridor. Now, his very presence in this close proximity to her was very distracting.
She looked up into those dark, penetrating eyes of his. Usually so expressionless, but tonight they were strained, he looked like he was in pain beneath all of that anger. Was he embarrassed?
Just how much had this man been through? Of course he was bitter! The poor man had been through hell and back almost his entire life. And then once he was finally free from both his masters, he went back to the very place that most likely caused him nightmares. Hermione’s heart clenched. They had become friends of some sort, hadn’t they? She knew she had started to feel something for him. She was definitely attracted to him. But would he return her advances?
She was breathing heavily now. Between the lights, the music, the alcohol, and the heat radiating off his body…she started to feel brave enough to try. She went up on her toes, grabbed him by the collar, and slammed her lips against his.
His lips were firm but unmoving. After a few moments she withdrew, feeling a bit self-conscious at his lack of participation. She backed away, sucking on her bottom lip as she looked up at him fearfully.
Severus was frozen in place, eyes slowly opening to look down at her.
“I’m sorry.” She turned, starting to leave when she felt him grab her by the wrist, tugging her back against him, His hand was in her hair, holding her head against his as he returned her kiss. He turned them both, pressing her back against the wall as he slid his leg between hers.
“Do you want this?”
She melted as she felt Severus brush his thumb over her bottom lip, black eyes darkening further as he looked at her.
“ Fuck , yes.”
He nudged her head to the side ghosting his lips over the column of her throat. She moaned, starting to rock against him, enjoying the friction of her denims.
“Why?”
“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” she breathed. And it was true, she had been interested in him for years. Her crush only grew more intense as they continued working together.
Severus growled, pulling her away from the wall.
“Not here.”
“Where?” She moved to kiss up his neck then, enjoying the grunt of pleasure he let out.
“Come to mine?”
“Too far,” she mumbled against his throat. “I have a hotel.”
“Let’s go.” He broke away from her quickly as if her touch burned. He grabbed her by her wrist and started pulling her through the club. “Do you need to tell your friends anything?”
“Yes. I’ll meet you outside in 5 minutes.”
He nodded, quickly moving to the front door. Hermione couldn’t tell if it was because he was as eager as she was or if he didn’t wish for anyone to know he was there.
Hermione found Ginny, drink in hand as she cheered at the dancer on stage.
“Gin?” Hermione said in a hurry.
“What’s wrong?” The bride-to-be frowned, obviously concerned at her friend’s mussed appearance and breathy greeting.
“Nothing. I… I just think I’m going to go back to the room and lie down.”
Ginny stared at her for a long time. Hermione started to squirm under her observation.
“You’ve met a bloke!”
“No—”
“ Yes, you have! Go on… have fun. Give me the details later!”
Hermione’s eyes widened as she nodded mindlessly. There was no way she’d tell her friends about this. She quickly turned to leave, practically running out the front door.
She looked around frantically, unable to find Snape. Had he changed his mind? Left her alone as soon as the sexual tension left?
Her face burned in embarrassment. Humiliated with the idea that perhaps this was all a joke to him. She started to walk back inside when she felt a hand wrap around her elbow and pull her into the small gap between buildings.
Severus pushed her against the wall, hands shielding her body from the abrasive brick as he pressed his lips to hers once more.
“Changed your mind?” He broke the kiss, frowning when he noticed she hadn’t kissed him back.
“I thought you left,” she offered meekly.
He smiled then. His lips barely curled but she could tell by his eyes that it was a genuine smile from the man.
“Not if you still want this—”
She knew what he meant. Did she want him : Severus Snape? The short-tempered coworker she had grown close to. There was only one answer to that.
She reached her arms around him, pulling him against herself tightly and apparated them to the hotel.
XOX
“Granger! Warn a man next time,” he growled, struggling to keep his stomach settled. They started walking towards the front of the hotel, having apparated into a quiet alleyway.
“Sorry, Sir ,” she teased, giggling.
“Oh. Sir , is it? I hadn’t pegged you for that particular kink Miss Granger .”
He smiled as he watched the beautiful flush of red travel up her cheeks and down the column of her throat. She swallowed and wet her lips.
“You haven’t pegged me at all.”
“Cheeky.”
She smirked, reaching for his hand to be able to take him up to her room. He let her lead him, mind wandering as to how he even got here. All he wanted was a drink, and now here he was, with Hermione Granger, being led to her hotel room for a shag.
It was late, thankfully, so the lobby was practically empty. He was dragged to the lift and immediately flung against the wall. Granger had instantly sealed herself against his body, working the button on his trousers as she took his earlobe into her mouth.
Gods, she felt amazing. So amazing that it took him far too long to notice that she was desperately trying to get into his trousers.
“Stop,” he groaned, hating himself for possibly ruining the moment.
“Why?” The little witch stamped her foot at him, making him snort. When was the last time a woman wanted him this badly?
“Because I don’t wish to be caught with my trousers around my ankles when the lift doors open, witch.”
“I don’t see why not. From what I've been able to feel so far, you certainly don't have anything to be embarrassed about.”
He was gearing up to retort back when the doors opened. He smirked at her, lifting his eyebrow as she rolled her eyes.
“Come on then.” Once again, Severus found himself being led down a corridor.
“390..392… ah here we are.” Granger swiped her plastic key card and pushed the door open. He started to look around the spacious room— there were two beds. Would they have to worry about one of her female companions walking in on them? Would he even care if they did?
The door clicked shut behind him, chain rattling as she secured it from prying eyes. He pondered a silencing charm, but fuck it. The muggles didn’t have that option, so why should he care? Besides, he knew he was a quiet lover, and didn't think Granger would be singing him praises for his skills. Not that he expected her to complain either…no woman had ever complained. They just weren't overly verbal, unless you paid extra.
The air was thick with tension and Severus wasn’t quite sure what to do now. The mood had shifted. He leaned back against the door, closing his eyes and taking some deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves.
“Changing your mind?” Granger seemed concerned for him, which in and of itself made his heart clench.
“No,” he breathed, cracking one eye open to watch her frown turn into a naughty little smirk. Her hips swayed as she stepped closer to him, pressing her chest against his own as she raked her fingers down over the fabric.
“Good,” she purred. “I’d be very disappointed if you left now.”
Severus stared at her lips, wanting to kiss her again. As he started to lean forward, Granger placed a hand on his chest, guiding him back to the door with a firm look in her eyes. He raised an eyebrow as she lowered herself to her knees, instantly moving to his belt.
“You don't have to–”
“I want to.”
Severus closed his eyes and laid his head back against the door as she lowered his trousers to the ground. Granger’s gasp made him snap his eyes open, cheeks burning as he prepared himself for whatever humiliation he was getting ready to experience.
“Oh my God. Severus! You have the most perfect cock.”
Wait. What?
Her warm breath ghosted over his length, making it twitch as he anxiously awaited for her to encase him in her hot, wet mouth.
She kissed over his heated skin, rubbing her lips softly over him.
“ Mmm . I can’t wait to taste you.” His head lolled to the side as her lips were replaced with her tongue. He groaned as she swirled around the tip of his cock, sighing with her own pleasure as she teased him.
“Granger,” he warned, “if you don’t stop playing—”
“Is that a threat, sir ?”
“No,” he swallowed, closing his eyes and shaking his head as she suckled on his bollocks. “It’s a fucking promise .” He reached down, burying his fingers in her curls. He needed to ground himself, to feel her, if she was going to continue to tease him. As she lowered her mouth over him, he groaned, clenching his teeth as he resisted the urge to push her head down.
“ So good ,” he whispered, unable to help himself as she sucked harder. She certainly knew what she was doing, a thought that angered Severus.
Just who had she been practicing on? Did she have a lot of previous lovers?
“Enough.”
As his spine started to tingle with his impending orgasm, he tugged on her hair until she released him. He certainly wasn’t going to come in her mouth, not with his newfound desire to show her just how good Severus Snape could be. He’d be the best lover she ever had.
He lifted her chin with a finger, looking into her eyes as he swiped the spittle from her lips with his thumb, snarling as she took the digit into her mouth to suck. This woman was going to be the death of him.
He pushed her away, teasingly, as he fastened his trousers back up. He wouldn’t humiliate himself by walking to the bed with his bottoms around his ankles. Granger remained kneeling, looking up at him like the most delectable submissive woman he ever had. There was just something tantalizing about a witch on her knees, eyes pointed down at the ground as she waited for instruction. His cock throbbed, his need was becoming overwhelming.
Reaching down, Severus pulled her against himself before easily throwing her over his shoulder. The witch giggled, kicking her legs playfully.
“Calm yourself, Granger. I have plans for you.”
“I can’t wait,” she giggled as she was tossed onto the bed. She bit her lip as she rolled onto her back.
Severus tilted his head and smirked. He was enjoying their little back and forth. He climbed into the bed, pulling her legs apart so he could settle between her thighs. He ground his arousal against her core, biting his lip as he heard her little gasp.
Damn. He was so excited for this.
He leaned up to kiss her then, focusing on that bottom lip that she seemed keen to nibble on all the time. Granger arched beneath him, wrapping her arms around his back and pulling him close.
“Easy, witch,” he chuckled. Severus braced himself on his forearms, brushing her hair out of his way as he framed her face with his hands.
“How do you like it?” He growled into her ear.
“ Ohhh,” she breathed. “Hard and fast. I don’t want to wait any more.”
“But waiting makes it so much better, little witch.”
“Oh God. Bite my neck again.”
He moaned, unable to hold back. He wanted nothing more than to hear this witch come undone.
Severus scraped his teeth across the muscles between her neck and shoulder, following with his tongue before he finally bit down. Not enough to hurt. Oh, no. Severus knew exactly the amount of pressure to use to drive her wild without leaving a bruise.
“Oh fuck yes! That’s so good,” she moaned. “Take your shirt off.”
Severus leaned back on his haunches, Granger quickly moving to tear open his buttons.
“You’re going to pay for that witch,” he growled. Secretly, he enjoyed how eager she was. And now that he was coming to learn of her strength… well, they certainly were in for some fun.
“Shut up and kiss me some more.”
Smirking, Severus tore her own shirt open, tossing it off the bed before lowering himself down to her breasts.
“These are perfect Granger,” he sighed, palming one as he pulled the black laced cup aside to suckle on her nipple.
“You’re driving me crazy, Severus.”
“Mm hmm,” he mumbled, releasing her nipple with a pop before sliding over to the other one. “It’s revenge for all those staff meetings that you drag out with your incessant questions.”
“ Oh! ” She gasped, clearing her throat before continuing. “Turnabout is fair game. Just remember that.”
“Don’t threaten me, Granger.”
This was going splendidly. He wasn’t used to a vocal partner who asked for what she wanted, let alone one that complimented so freely. It felt… good. He felt powerful— wanted. He wanted to make her say more things.
He kissed down her belly, stopping at her waistband, pausing to look up at her with a smirk.
“Please?”
“Please what?”
“Take them off. I’m going to die if I don’t feel you.”
“Hmmm. I’m not sure. I might need some more motivation.”
“Oh, gods ,” she huffed. “I’ll do anything you want! You want me to beg? I’ll beg! Just… don’t stop…” she grabbed ahold of his hair, attempting to push his head down between her legs.
“Oh, no. That’s not how this works, woman,” he growled as he tossed her denims over the side of the bed with the rest of their clothes. Severus slid up her body, straddling her chest as he lifted her arms above her head and muttered a wandless sticking charm.
Granger gasped as she tried to pull her hands free, eyes darkening as she noted how powerful the spell was.
Ohhh yes. It seems Granger would be into the same sort of play that he enjoyed. Perhaps a bit rougher then?
He fisted his length, pumping it a few times watching as Granger seemed to turn her head, noticing just how close he was to her mouth.
“Open,” he commanded. And Merlin-bless Granger, she opened immediately, tongue out and waiting.
Fuck yes. So submissive. So… perfect.
He bounced his cock against her tongue a few times before leaning forward to slide down her throat. She hummed around him, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she suckled him. He played with her for another moment before giving in to his own desire.
He needed to taste her.
He pulled his sex from her mouth before moving to lay between her legs once more, throwing those perfect thighs over his shoulders before burying his head between her legs. She was as delicious as he had hoped for. He could taste her all day, every day. Her cries were muted from her thighs clenching around his ears, and damn it, he wanted to hear her come apart for him.
He reached up, prying her open so he could enjoy her praise.
“Oh. Oh my God Severus. Yes! Right there!”
He had always hated his name, but hearing it cried out in ecstasy made him want to bang on his chest like a Neanderthal. What was she doing to him?
“So good. Oh, you’re so good. I’m gonna come!”
He stopped immediately.
“What are you doing?”
“You don’t get to decide when you have an orgasm. I do. ”
“Oh fuck. Yessir.”
“ Such a good girl, Granger. Where was this obedience in my class?”
“There was no reason to obey you then,” she giggled.
“And now?”
She groaned as he teased her folds open with his tongue, rubbing his nose against her clit.
“Now, ohgodyesrightthere. Now I have every reason to listen.”
Severus lifted his head, looking up at her as he slid two fingers inside her. When she gasped and looked down at him, he realized how lost she was. She looked as if she were going to explode at any moment.
“Do you want to come, my sweet girl?”
“Mm hmmm,” she whined, raising her hips to match the glacial pace he had set.
“Then come for me,” he curled his fingers just right as he lowered his lips to her throbbing clit, sucking hard as he felt her whole body clench around him. He licked her through her peak, slowing down so he didn’t over stimulate her.
He leaned back, trousers tented as he wiped his mouth. He was breathing almost as heavy as she was.
“Do you need a moment?” He released the spell, allowing her hands to fall bonelessly.
“If you don’t mind.”
“Of course.” He pulled off his trousers, leaving on his boxers, desperate for some breathing room, lest his cock snap off before he got the chance to use it. He laid down beside her, flat on his back as he looked up at the ceiling. Now that the heat of the moment was over, he was feeling a bit shy.
Granger, undoubtedly sensing the mood, rolled over, laying her head on his chest and throwing a leg atop his own as she ran her hand over the sparse hairs covering his belly.
“That,” she sighed, “was definitely the best orgasm I’ve ever had, Severus. I had no idea …”
He smiled broadly, knowing he was safe from her gaze with her bushy head tucked beneath his chin. He couldn't help but feel a bit smug. His entire life was always about doing things for other people. About his submission to them. Granger was making him feel alive. She would be willing to do whatever he wanted. She was impressed with his skills. Finally, doing something for another person gave him equal pleasure. Perhaps it was that he was doing things with her, out of free will.
“I take it you are adequately satisfied?”
“For another moment. Once I catch my breath, however, I want that magnificent cock of yours.”
“I had no idea you’d be so lewd, Granger.” He did his best impression of pearl-clutching, causing a delightful little giggle from the girl as she propped herself up to look at him better.
“I didn’t either,” she said honestly. “I don’t actually have a lot of experience. Sex really wasn't something I was interested in. It always felt like a chore. I don't think any man has ever paid this much attention to my needs.” She slid her hand down his stomach, wrapping her warm little hand around him.
“Then they are fools,” he growled, tugging her down to kiss her once more. He needed to control himself more, he didn't want her thinking he was some sort of love-sick teenager. She yelped as he rolled her back onto her back so he could position himself at her entrance. She immediately raised her hips, silently granting him the permission he sought.
“Are you ready for more?”
He groaned when she nodded her consent. Finally he’d be inside her. He took himself in hand once more, stroking himself to ensure he was at his hardest when he finally entered her.
“Still want it hard and fast?”
“Yes. I want all of it, Severus. Show me what you like, what you want.”
“Fuck, Hermione.” He clenched his teeth as he positioned himself, already feeling the heat radiating from her. She gasped at his use of her name. He supposed it must be a new experience, he always called her Granger.
He inched forward, pressing inside, just enough for her to feel him.
“ Ohhh.”
“Do you like that… Hermione?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He was lost in the heat of her. He wanted nothing more than to thrust inside her, but he knew that waiting, driving her mad with desire, would be well worth the wait. He continued to thrust inside her shallowly.
The unfortunate thing was he was driving himself just as mad. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the urge to occlude. He wanted to feel everything.
“Severus. More… I need more.”
“No,” he grunted.
“ Ungh ,” she grunted. “ Please , Severus! I need your cock. I need to feel you.”
He felt her wrap her legs around his back, gripping him tighter than he expected as she dug her heels into him, sheathing him inside her.
“Oh fuck! ”
“Yes!”
“You’re burning me, Granger. Your cunt is so hot.”
“That’s what burn paste is for,” she wailed. “Keep going.”
“ Damn ,” he grumbled. Severus adjusted his stance to be able to thrust inside her as deeply and roughly as he desired.
“Yes! Harder!”
He obeyed, pulling out with a growl as he hooked her legs over his arms, leaning forward so that she could kiss her knees as he buried himself inside her once again.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Hermione.”
“ Oh, you’re so big. You’re filling me so perfectly like this.”
“Gods, look at you, witch. Your cunt is slobbering all over my cock.”
“ Ahh! Yes! It’s all for you, Severus. You know just what I need.”
His heart was banging in his chest. His muscles were screaming, lungs unable to fill with oxygen as he thrust into her over and over. Sweat was forming on his brow as he continued to work at her pleasure. But nothing… nothing … felt as good as her praise. He had no idea how much he craved approval from someone else. And to have it given so freely in such an intimate setting?
It was his undoing.
“You take my cock so well Granger. Are you going to come? Come for me so I can fill you up.”
“Yes! Yes, I’m almost there. Go faster! Yes!”
Severus released her legs, pulling her against him so she could grind her clit against him as he withdrew almost completely before surging forward.
“Oh. Oh . Yes. Right there. So good. Gonna come.”
“Yes. Give it to me, Hermione.”
He grunted as he felt her clench around him, screaming his name.
“Severus!”
He felt his orgasm tear through his body as he emptied inside her. His vision went black as he fought the exhaustion he felt deep in his muscles. If they shagged again, he’d definitely have to get himself into better shape.
He reluctantly pulled out, collapsing beside her on the bed. Unable to part from her for even a moment, he pulled her against his body, curling around her as she sighed.
“That was fantastic, Severus.”
“Indeed.” He kissed the top of her head, closing his eyes for just a moment. He wanted to absorb every aspect of their post-coital bliss, just in case this was a one time deal.
He was so tired.
He’d just close his eyes for a minute. Then he’d leave.
XOX
Luna and Ginny giggled drunkenly as they approached the door to their hotel room. The other three were staying across the hall. They struggled against the door. For some reason, the chain was hooked. Luna quickly drew her wand to take care of that small issue before they stumbled inside.
Ginny went to gasp but the blonde quickly cast a silencing charm, holding her finger to her lips as they tiptoed back out the door. Neither of them wanted to wake the sleeping couple who looked so comfortable wrapped around one another.