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Nights like these were her favourite.
It wasn’t every night that Hermione sat propped in her husband’s lap as they both relaxed after dinner. But the few times a week they got to do this during the summers were exceptional.
She had already changed into a t-shirt and pair of sleep shorts. Severus still donned his usual black trousers and button up, but had removed his shoes and socks.
Severus read a new book he acquired on rare potion ingredients. Normally Hermione would have chosen a similar book; something to get her brain working—but not tonight. Tonight Hermione needed a little reprieve. She had plucked a book from one of the shelves in their bedroom instead of the many many bookcases that lined the walls of their den.
Severus’ fingers marked hot trails up and down her arm, casually. He was seemingly unaware of the content she was reading tonight and the effect his touch was having on her as she consumed the provocative words. She was struggling not to squirm in his lap as her mind conjured images of what the couple in the book was up to.
But then he set his own book down on the arm of the chair. She bristled at the placement: face down, spine straining. He lifted the cover of her book with one finger and heat crept up her spine. Maybe he wasn’t as unaware as he made it seem. She shifted in his hold and pressed her thighs together.
“What is it you're reading tonight, darling girl?” Severus said against the shell of her ear. She shivered.
“Just a silly romance book,” she replied a little breathlessly. She had just come to the part in the book when the couple gets together for the first time.
Hermione felt like the temperature in her and Severus’ home had risen nearly ten degrees since she started the chapter.
“How is it?” Severus’ lazy drawl slinked up her spine. He was so good at holding his composure after years of carefully practised occlusion. It came naturally to him now, and more often than not —in instances like this— it frustrated her to no end that he could hold himself so poised when she was nearly melting into a puddle on top of him just from his voice.
“It’s—” His hand came down heavy on her thigh, large fingers spreading out against the soft skin. “—good,” she hesitantly stated and proceeded to swallow loudly, showing her unrest.
“Will you read it to me?”
“Sev,” she whispered as the tips of his fingers made their way up underneath the hem of her loose sleep shorts.
“Read it to me, Hermione. I want to know what it is that has you clenching your thighs in my lap. You must be at a good part, no?”
Yes, she was. But she was hardly interested in the character's romantic coupling now that her husband was showing her such attention. His touch was better than any love making scene she had ever read.
Usually during the school year her husband was much more reserved. They didn’t play these games when they were at Hogwarts. It didn’t feel right inside the castle; they had to be professional and respectful professors. Summers in their own home were different, though.
He removed his hand and she almost whined at the sudden loss of his warm touch. He pointed to the page she had left the book open to, demanding she start reading it aloud to him.
“Ronan licked a trail up the column of her neck before gently pulling the lobe of her ear into his mouth and biting down.” Hermione’s voice was shaky as she reread, aloud, the line she had stopped on.
Severus imitated the words and did exactly as the character in the book had done. He ran his tongue up the side of Hermione’s neck and pulled her earlobe into his mouth. She couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped her lips when he bit down.
He pulled her legs open and ran his hand up and down her inner thigh. “Keep going.”
“His touch was relentless as his fingers trailed up her thigh, she could feel the unmistakable press of him behind her. When he reached her—“ Severus slipped his long fingers back inside her shorts and hitched a breath when he realised she was bare. Her arousal had already peaked so high he would barely need to touch her for her to explode. But he stopped.
It took her a minute to realise that he stopped because she had stopped reading. So she continued.
Her voice kept stuttering and she panted as his other hand snuck up the front of her shirt to pull on her tight nipple. He rolled it between his fingers causing her to arch her back. The book fell closed the moment he shoved two fingers into her sopping core.
He stopped moving again.
This time she really did whine. His name was one long drawn out syllable on her pouty lips.
“You’re supposed to be reading, darling girl. He was about to fill her up, was he not?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“And isn't that what you want, too? You want me to fill this pretty little cunt up,” his fingers began working inside of her and she threw her head back on his right shoulder and propped her left foot on the chair next to his knee, opening herself wider for him. The hand that had been playing with her breasts came up to circle her throat.
She struggled to get the words out. “Yes, please, Sev. Please.”
“I love it when you beg for my cock.”
A long moan escaped her as he swiped his thumb repeatedly against her clit. Her hips lifted as she clenched around him. Her orgasm rocketed through her just as quickly as she thought it would.
He released his hold on the sides of her throat as she came down, but continued a torturous rhythm with his fingers. She could feel the hard press of his cock against her bum and she ground herself down on him.
“Do you want to be taken like the woman in the book? Bent over the bed as I fill you from behind?”
She shivered and he pinched her nipple.
“Answer me, Hermione.”
“Yes, that's what I want.”
“Good. Run along now and undress, be waiting for me in the bedroom.”
She turned in his hold to press a firm kiss to his lips. When she stood up, an excited smile lit up her face and he simply raised a dark eyebrow at her.
She giggled and ran from the room pulling her top off along the way.
Severus took a long breath to steady himself. He gripped his cock through his trousers and groaned. As he stood up from the chair he picked up Hermione's book from the floor where she had dropped it in the throws of her orgasm. He placed both books on the side table and made his way to their bedroom.
He loved winding down from the day with his wife; reading together in the oversized armchair. The one that she insisted she bring with her when they moved in together. But nights like these, when Hermione plucked a book off her private shelves in their bedroom were better than the rest.
Because he knew how it would end.
He played coy, as if he hadn’t noticed what book she had picked up. He let her settle in on his lap as she always did. And then he waited. He read about African Sea Salt, Deadlyius, Silverweed and Salpete, and paid attention to the subtle shift in her legs. The way she rubbed her feet together against his inner calf, the deep exhales of her breath, and the increased pounding of her heart against his chest.
It had happened several times before. He would comment on her book as they sat down and she would wave him off. But eventually she would grow needy and wanting and would turn in his lap to kiss him. It always started small. One kiss to his jaw, his cheek, and then his lips when he finally tore his eyes away from his own text.
Most of the time she would simply straddle him in the chair and they would fuck in the den. She would ride him until he couldn’t take it any longer and wrestled them both to the floor where he could drive her into the carpet. But this time, Severus was interested in something different.
The moment her thighs clenched together he knew it was time. It took a heavy dose of occluding to keep his cock from growing hard as he waited. Patient as ever, for her to get to one of the shagging scenes. He had been dying to have her read one aloud to him, and he was not disappointed.
Her breath had hitched as she spoke the words, her cunt growing increasingly wetter. Severus took a moment to pop his fingers into his mouth in the doorway to their room. Her essence still lingering on his digits.
The sight of his wife naked and bent over the foot of the bed caused a feral growl to form in his throat. Not only was his witch the brightest of her age, she was quite literally the most beautiful thing Severus had ever seen.
After graduating Hogwarts, she apprenticed with him and they formed an interesting sort of bond. Once the program had finished, she didn't end up leaving, as he assumed she would, to further her career in potions. She was gifted in the subject— in every subject, but something else had caught her eye.
Teaching.
With Dumbledore stepping down as Headmaster, Professor McGonagall took his place leaving a vacancy in the transfiguration post. Hermione applied as soon as she heard. She told him she couldn’t bear to leave him now that they had grown close, and their intimate relationship took off from there.
They didn’t have some whirlwind romantic affair. It was a slow build that started with lingering looks over a cauldron and escalated to an effortless personal conversation over tea in his quarters.
Time alone in his quarters led to a lingering hand on a shoulder and a shy kiss that neither of them wanted to fuck up. And finally, admitting feelings they had both been harbouring for longer than either wanted to admit.
The room was quickly filling with the scent of Hermione’s arousal, taking Severus out of his memories, the evidence dripping from her core and glistening in the low light of the room. He eagerly tugged at his belt, undoing the offending garment, and pulling down his zipper with haste. He could see Hermione’s chest moving quickly as she stayed propped up, needy with anticipation.
He enjoyed making her wait.
He enjoyed a great many things when it came to loving his witch.
Severus’ cock was heavy in his hand as he released it from his trousers. He allowed himself several strokes of his sensitive flesh before moving to undo the buttons on his shirt.
“Sev,” Hermione whispered to him. She was teetering on the edge of delirious anticipation. He watched as the muscles of her cunt contracted, clenching around nothing, desperate for him.
“You look so perfect like this, darling girl.” Severus came up behind her and ran his hand over the swell of her arse and up her spine.
When his hand reached her head, he fisted her mess of curls and pulled her up to stand. He leaned down, running his nose along the side of her neck before sucking the skin to form a bruise that he would enjoy seeing on her tomorrow, then proceeded to push her roughly back down on the bed.
She landed on her elbows and Severus gave her a quiet order to stay.
He stepped back from her again, marvelling at her gorgeous form. He curled his toes in the plush carpet, trying to settle his insatiable need to burrow into her.
“Tell me how badly you want it.”
“Please,” her voice quivered. She rocked to the side for a moment and he saw her small fingers appear between her legs, drawing circles around her opening and then moving up to her clit.
That won’t do, Severus thought.
“Hermione,” he said in warning.
“Sev, please. Please.” Her fingers trembled but she didn't remove them. He stepped up behind her, close enough for his cock to press against her just slightly. She halted her movements.
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“Yes,” she whined, her voice a plea, almost crying. He imagined her tears would begin to spot on the duvet cover soon enough. He loved to make her a weeping desperate mess. She was so beautiful when she was begging.
“Your fingers are saying otherwise, Hermione. Are you so desperate to be fucked you can’t keep your hands off your cunt?”
“Yes,” she cried sharply. If he picked her head up she would surely have tears in her eyes.
Her hand left her cunt and brushed her hair out of her face, she braced herself on her elbow and looked at him over her shoulder. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, I need your cock inside of me right now. I’ll go mad if you don’t fuck me, Severus. Please.”
He bit down on his bottom lip as he rubbed his cock up and down the seam of her cunt. Her slick coated him and he grunted at the warmth spreading along his aching cock. When he dropped his Occlumency walls, his desire pooled in his eyes and he let her see just how affected he was.
A gasp left her perfect little mouth as she stared into his eyes. She knew she had done well, that she had waited long enough. He showed her that he was just as desperate to shove into her as she was to be filled to the brim with him.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he instructed her.
The silence in the room was overwhelming as Hermione held her breath and waited. He let it drift over them, slowly pushing forward. Her mouth opened in an exaggerated ‘o’ shape as he pushed into her, coaxing her walls to stretch around him, accommodating his girth.
She moved to put her head forward, possibly brace her forehead on the soft mattress below her, but he halted her with a sharp stinging slap to her rear. “Keep. Your eyes. On. Me.”
By the time he had buried himself in her to the hilt there was a bead of sweat forming at her temple. Rogue curls began to stick to her neck. She was coming undone for him and he loved it.
He withdrew himself fully, admiring her arousal along his cock. The thick vein pulsing on the side. “So wet for me, Hermione. Look at you. Just one taste, darling, can I have just one taste first?”
She whimpered but nodded her head in acceptance. This was torture for her, he knew. Teasing her with only a fraction of a moment being filled all the way by him.
And then he took it away.
He knelt behind her, spreading her open with both hands. He felt the tremble of her legs radiate through his palms as he held her, admired her, and then delved his tongue into her quim.
She flooded his face with her arousal as he licked and sucked on her clit and lips and dipped back into her opening, flicking his tongue against her walls as far in as he could get.
He would gladly drown in her. Swim in her ocean, get lost in the waves that would steal him away in her current of ecstasy. Her desire was his favourite flavour, and he would never be able to quench his thirst with anything else.
Even in death he would find her, if only to survive the afterlife feasting solely on her cunt.
“Severus, I’m—” Hermione's legs shook and she pressed her cunt harder against his face creating more and more friction on her clit with his chin. He laughed softly to himself as he pulled away from her. A frustrated, almost angry cry left her lips and she sobbed. “No, no, no. Please, I was just—”
“About to come? I know, darling.” Severus massaged the tight muscles of her lower back as he spoke, though he didn’t think he was soothing her at all. She had been so close to the edge. “But you’ll be doing that on my cock. I want to feel you spasming around me as I spill everything inside of you.”
“You’re killing me.” She flexed her hands in the duvet.
He got to his feet. “Always.”
“I hate you,” she let out with a chuckle and a toss of her curls.
“I love you too.”
He realigned his cock with her entrance and quickly pushed inside of her. Each and every time he entered her he felt like he was coming home to a place he had only just discovered yet knew so intimately he’d been there all along.
The sudden intrusion of his length had her clenching around him. His heart pounded in his chest. This was everything to him. She was everything.
“Pump you full of my spend,” he grunted out as he thrust into her; one hand pushing down on the small of her back, the other gripping her hip. Severus didn't know why the words affected them both so much. The idea of breeding his wife, her cunt full of his seed, hardened his cock to near steel as her channel slickened further.
He glided in and out of her, increasing his pace, reddening the soft skin on her arse with his hips. He pulled her back each time he thrust forward, ensuring the entirety of his cock was sheathed inside her.
His balls tightened and he knew he was close. He pulled out of Hermione and had her flipped onto her back before she even had a chance to question him. “I want you to look at me while I coat this pretty cunt with my seed.”
Hermione reached her arms up around Severus' neck and brought him down for a searing kiss. Her tongue dipped into his mouth without warning and he grunted. As he pushed back inside of her, her head fell back against the mattress.
He sat back on his heels, lifting her left leg in the air and settled it on his shoulder. The change in angle had Hermione crying out, and he knew he was hitting that sweet spot inside her. He held tight to her thigh thrusting into her harder and harder then bringing his other hand to her clit, rubbing furiously.
“Come for me Hermione,” he said.
Her hips picked up off the bed and she cried out. A splash of wetness cascaded between them as she exploded around his cock. Her hands fisted the sheets as she screamed in pleasure. Severus didn't stop, did not slow down, did not speed up, didn't change a single thing he was doing until he was kneeling in a puddle of her release and she had melted into the bed.
Then, Severus leaned forward, bracing an elbow by her face. He kissed her cheek and moved in and out of her slowly while she recovered. He wasn't going to last more than another minute and he couldn’t help himself from trying to draw it out just a bit.
She looked up at him with watery eyes and clutched the sides of his face. “God, I love you.”
Each draw out of her was like torture and each heavy thrust back in was like fate setting the world to rights. He pulled out slowly. And slammed back in her hard. Her body was soft in his hand, languid and lazy from her overwhelming orgasm.
Burying his face in her shoulder, he held tight onto her hip with his free hand. Hermione ran her fingers through his hair and that small, intimate touch was all it took. He stilled inside of her, unloading everything he had into her, not wanting one drop to escape.
After a moment to collect himself, Severus pulled out and rolled onto his back, his chest heaving from exertion. “You took your potion this morning, correct?”
“Severus, did you really just ask me that?”
They each turned their heads to look at one another, both exasperated for opposing reasons. His eyes travelled down her body to where they had just been joined.
“Your cunt is so full of my seed it is dripping down your thighs, Hermione. Yes, I just asked you that.” His silky tone from before was replaced with the hard grit he used on his students when they spoke out of turn. A voice he had used to reprimand a younger Hermione when she was in his class and asked the same sort of infernal questions.
“And you love it.” Hermione crawled on top of him, her knees splayed out on either side of his ribs. His cum was in fact leaking from her cunt. He watched in fascination as it dripped in slow motion onto his pale chest. “You think it was effective?”
Severus scoffed at her.
“Please, my darling girl.” His hands rubbed lazily up her thighs, “You know my brews are superior to those at the apothecary. Of course, it was effective.”
“Good. Because as much as I love this,” she said as she drug her fingers through her folds, “I do not want what comes from it.” She popped her fingers into her mouth and sucked the cum off them with a contented hum.
“Indeed.” He reached up and spread her lips apart. His cum dripped onto his fingers and he pushed it back inside of her.