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The alley a block from the restaurant was a convenient apparition point. As far as alleys went, it was kept fairly clean, and a large industrial bin blocked the view from the busy street. Severus only knew about it because a few weeks before, a redhead he couldn't remember the name of had sucked him off behind it. 

The woman had been a bore. Clingy and desperate. He had declined her offer for a cuppa at her flat, but when she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the alley before dropping to her knees, Severus had decided that reading the latest publication of Potions Quarterly could wait an extra 15 minutes. 

As he led Granger behind the bins, he wondered if she'd be as eager to swallow his cock or if he would have to guide her through it. He did not miss teaching, but he wasn't opposed to a few private lessons with the curly-haired witch. 

“Side along will be easier,” he said, and it pleased him immensely when she simply nodded demurely and tucked herself against him. 

A silent apparition later—apparating without a sound was one of only a handful of useful things the Dark Lord had imparted to him—they landed in the foyer of his Mayfair townhome. 

“Welcome to my home, Hermione,” he said, lowering his head to speak only inches away from her ear. Severus didn't miss the way gooseflesh pebbled her skin as his breath ghosted across the golden expanse of her neck. He glanced down to see if her nipples followed suit, but was disappointed to find the luxurious fabric of her dress too thick to tell. 

She took a step forward to glance around the entrance. “Your home is quite nice, Prof..Severus.” 

Indeed, it was. After a lifetime of poverty, he had absconded from wizarding society with the generous purse that came with his Order of Merlin first class and purchased the townhouse. 

“Thank you,” he replied before guiding her towards his private sitting room, skipping the formal salon entirely. The latter was more grandiose with its high ceilings and hand-painted frieze, but the sofa of his sitting room was the perfect height to bend a witch over the arm, and Severus liked to think himself a practical man. 

“Have a seat,” he said, indicating the sofa in question before moving towards a bar cart tucked in the corner of the room. Granger sat down, crossing her legs, which exposed a few inches of her thighs, and Severus decided that the inside of her knee seemed like the perfect place for a love bite. 

He lifted a cut crystal decanter. “Fancy a drink, or shall we skip directly to the part where I eat your cunt until you scream?“ he asked in the same bored tone one might use to enquire about the weather. 

It was a tried and true tactic; one he used during the war to throw off enemies. Of course, the alternative to the drink was a bout of torture instead of an orgasm, but the effect was still the same. Hermione blinked rapidly, caught completely off guard. The mouth-watering blush also made a return, tinting her cheeks and collarbone. 

He waited, the decanter in hand. “What will it be?“ he asked again, this time raising an eyebrow. The Ogden Premier Reserve had been a gift from Draco and cost an exorbitant price. While it was worth parting with if it loosened her thighs, he hoped she would refuse it. 

She bit her lip, and he promised himself to sink his own teeth into it before the evening was over to test the plumpness. “The latter,” she answered, and to her credit, she did not look away. Brazen little minx. 

“Good choice,” he purred, replacing the stopper on the decanter and putting the whiskey back on the bar cart. Taking his time, he walked over to his desk, leaning against it before crooking his finger, beckoning her over. 

He openly leered as she uncrossed her legs and rose from her seat. Salazar, grown-up Granger had a beautiful body. Truth to be told, his standards weren't overly difficult to meet as he usually had no designs on his dates beyond satisfying his baser desires, but Hermione’s form pleased him immensely. Shapely legs, only enhanced by the heels she wore, full hips that would fit perfectly in his hands as he pounded her from behind, and a pair of tits that would make a more foolish man promise anything. 

“Have I mentioned how much I liked your dress?” he asked, his eyes firmly on the hint of cleavage draped in dark green satin. He made no gesture to conceal his growing erection. 

“I don't believe you have,” she answered cheekily. 

He slowly let his eyes wander from her chest to her face. Her cheeks were pink, but her eyes shone brightly under her darkened lashes. Severus hoped it wasn't the result of a beauty charm. Expanding his sexual repertoire to Muggle women, he had discovered that watching mascara run in dark black streaks down their faces really enhanced oral sex for him. 

He extended a hand, lazily tugging at the strap of her dress, and making sure his knuckles caressed her skin as he did. “Green is a stunning colour on you, Hermione.” Severus didn't miss the way she shivered under his touch. He let his hand fall from her shoulder to her breast. His thumb found her pebbled nipple, and he brushed it back and forth. “Beautiful dress, indeed. Shall we see how it looks on the floor?” 

He didn't wait for her to answer, wandlessly casting a spell that had the dress pooling at her feet. Few wixen could boast a mastery of wandless and wordless magic. The display of power rarely failed to arouse his magical dates, and by the way Granger's pupils dilated, she was no exception. She maintained eye contact and made no attempt to hide her body from him. His cock pressed against the placket of his trousers, eager to show its appreciation for her boldness. “Do keep the shoes on,” Severus purred before closing the short distance between them. 

Heightened olfactory senses had been quite useful in his chosen profession, but he never found himself quite as thankful for it as he did in the moment when, amongst the floral notes of her perfume, he could clearly distinguish the musky scent of her arousal. 

He resisted the urge to sniff the air like an animal but only barely. Severus lowered his gaze from her desire-blown eyes to her plump lips before settling on her chest. The large purple scar he knew he would find, having been the one in charge of her Potion regimen after the debacle at the Department of Mysteries, didn't distract from her attractiveness. If anything, it only enhanced the golden hue of her skin and complemented the deep blush colour of her nipples. As if sentient, he watched both peaks pebble and harden under his scrutiny. 

He lifted a hand, lazily and unhurried, grazing the top of her scar right above her left breast and following it as it curved under the full globe. He let his knuckles graze her flesh. Severus had seen his fair share of tits since the war, but he never felt bored discovering a new pair, especially one as spectacular as Granger’s. 

“I was never allowed to punish you for your recklessness,” he said, tracing the scar once more. This time, letting the back of his hand drag against her nipple. “Maybe I should remedy that right now,” he mused, lifting his eyes back to her face. 

She didn't answer but let out a breathy little sound, somewhere between a moan and a sigh.  

Severus cocked his head to the side and abruptly slapped his open palm against her breast. There was no mistaking the sound she let out this time. He repeated the movement on her other breast. Her skin began turning a deep shade of red, and he couldn't help but slap her twice more in quick succession. “Oh, Circe—“ she cried, biting her lips. The musk in the air began drowning her jasmine scent, and Severus smiled knowingly. 

“You actually enjoyed that, didn't you?” he asked, massaging the abused mounds. She simply nodded, and he pinched her nipples. “Words, Granger. I spent almost a decade of my life having to listen to your incessant yapping, and you want to deprive me of your words the moment I desire them? I think not,” he chided, pulling on her right peak. 

“Yes, Pr—.” He slapped the side of her breast hard. “I am not your professor, Hermione.” 

She swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Severus.” 

He let go of her chest and grasped her waist with both hands, spinning her around on her towering heels, and lifted her up on the edge of his desk. Granger let out a squeaky yelp. “Severus will do…unless you wish to call me Cauldron Daddy.” 

She ran a hand through her hair, and her small white teeth showed when she grinned. “I'll stick to Severus,” she said before hooking the tips of her shoes behind his knees and urging him closer. 

“So eager,” he said, wrapping a hand around each ankle like manacles. 

“I was married to Ronald Weasley for a decade, you can't blame me for being eager for a man who knows what he's doing,” she said cheekily. 

His lips flattened into a thin line. “Let's see if I can raise your standards, then,” he replied. Severus waved a hand, and a leather chair flew from across the room to his side. With calculated movements, he gripped her ankles, placing each foot on the edge of his desk, leaving her spread open for his perusal. 

Granger squirmed, rolling her hips twice but leaving her knees spread wide as Severus took his time examining her centre without touching. “Quite wet and fragrant,” he praised, taking a seat in the chair. 

He brought his mouth to her inner thigh, letting his tongue touch her skin. They both groaned. His cock twitched, and Severus unceremoniously unbuckled his belt, giving it more room without stopping his ministrations. He ran his nose up her thigh before biting at the juncture of her leg and core. 

“Fuck,” she breathed

“Language, Miss Granger,” he said in his best professor voice before sucking her clit into his mouth. 

“Fuuuuck,” she drawled once again, completely ignoring him. 

He rarely went down on women, not because he found it disgusting, but simply because he rarely cared enough about his partners to focus exclusively on their pleasure. Severus found that he quite enjoyed the experience with Hermione Granger when, after the third flick of his tongue, she reached out and knotted her fingers in his hair. 

He hummed against her core in appreciation, redoubling his efforts and alternating between licking and sucking until she tightened her grip. Her heels dug into his desk, but Severus decided that the gouges would make for a nice reminder of a spectacular fuck. 

He shifted forward, wrapping his left arm around her waist to keep her still while his mouth travelled from her clit to her entrance. For the first time in his life, he felt quite smug about the size of his nose, as it nudged her nub while he plunged his tongue inside the witch, tasting her at the source. 

At the new sensation, Granger bucked against his hand, and her nails dug into his scalp, a pleasant sensation of pain. Her right foot slipped off the desk, and Severus stopped and raised his head. 

She let out a frustrated cry and genuinely looked angry. Severus only smirked. “Foot on the desk,” he said, waiting. He didn't care that half his face was smeared with her arousal as he waited for her to assume her previous position. 

Her chest heaved, pushing her full breasts up with each inhale while she attempted to bring her heeled shoe back up on the edge of the oak desk. He palmed his cock through his unbuttoned trousers. 

“Please,” she breathed. It was more of a command than a plea despite her choice of words, but he was all but too eager to resume anyway. He'd have her begging soon enough. 

He brought his hand to her entrance, slipping two long fingers into her core and curling them up slightly until he felt the spongy spot under his fingertips. At that, her mouth opened into a perfect little “O", and her legs trembled, but she dug her heels deeper into the wood. 

“I bet the Weasley boy couldn't find this,” he gloated, marking his words with another flick of her g-spot. 

Granger tried to laugh, but it turned into a choked-out moan as Severus fucked his fingers rapidly in and out of her. He could feel her walls pressing tighter against his fingers. She had a spectacularly tight cunt, his cock lurched in anticipation. 

“Do you wish to come?” he asked rhetorically. The way she writhed, chest splotched red, tits swaying in time with the thrust of his hand, was quite pleasing. He found himself making plans to break his own rule about never taking the same witch to bed twice as she nodded so vigorously, tendrils escaped her updo and stuck to her sweat-soaked forehead.

He licked his upper lip and lowered his head once more towards her core, never stopping the steady in and out movement of his hand. 

Her hands automatically returned to his hair as he flicked his tongue every time his fingers retreated from her entrance. It only took a few seconds for her hips to start erratically lifting from the desk as the witch just rode his tongue and hand, chasing her pleasure. 

Severus removed his arm from her waist and palmed his cock as she climbed higher and higher. “SEVERUS!“ she shouted as her cunt spasmed violently around his fingers. He lifted his head to watch her, head thrown back, and her whole body shuddering as he kept stroking her through her orgasm. 

When she opened her eyes slowly, like a sated kitten after a large bowl of milk, he withdrew his hand and brought it to her mouth. She tilted her head but didn't protest; instead, she wrapped her lips around his fingers and cleaned the remnants of her pleasure from his fingers. 

“O for Outstanding, Severus,” she said once he removed his fingers from her mouth. She moved her feet, letting both her high heels fall to the floor on each side of the chair before sitting up on his desk. 

Hermione eyed the bulge in his undone trousers with interest.  

“See anything you like?” he asked. 

She let her eyes linger on his erection before meeting his eyes. “I do. I'm also curious to see what else you can do better than my ex-husband,” she said playfully. 

“Is that so?“ he asked, reaching into his trousers to free his cock, giving it a lazy stroke and letting his thumb smear the bead of moisture he found there across the prominent head. 

She eyed it hungrily, desire returning in full force to her features. Severus wasn't above appreciating his ego stroked alongside his cock, so he reached for her hand and wrapped it around his length, moving it with his own. 

“Well, that's certainly an improvement over Ron,” she said, narrowing her fist until Severus had to lock his muscles tightly to keep from bucking wildly into her grip. 

“Witch…" he gritted between clenched teeth. 

She smirked and swiped her thumb across the weeping slit. “Yes?” 

Severus only growled and yanked her hand away from his cock. He rose from his seat, removing his clothes wandlessly. Where for most of his life, his ribs jutted from his malnourished body, he knew that these days, they were well-hidden beneath a lean, but sculpted physique, so he had no qualms in being nude before the witch. 

He reached for her hair, pulling the French pin holding what remained of her put-together updo and letting the riot of curls fall onto her shoulders before crowding her with his body. His cock brushed against her soft stomach when he bent over to capture her mouth. 

Severus slipped his tongue into her mouth and tightened his grip on her hair when it tasted just as sweet as her cunt. He herded her towards the sofa, never letting go of her mouth and hair until the back of her calves brushed the upholstery. Only then did he let go of her mouth and hair to grip her waist, turning her away from him and bending her over the arm. 

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Hermione yelped as her stomach made contact with the cushioned arm. The strong hands on her waist hoisted her up on it as if she weighed nothing. As if she were a rag doll. Her feet struggled to maintain contact with the ground, and she rose on her tiptoes. 

Two hands immediately gripped her arse, and she moaned. Fuck, Snape was so much more tactile than she ever expected, and she found herself loving the way his hands felt on her body. Ron always groped her roughly, kneading her flesh like one would bread dough. She made a note to send Ginny a bouquet of flowers for twisting her arm into accepting the date. 

“You have a spectacularly nice arse, Hermione,” he said, his voice almost a purr before delivering a sharp slap on her right cheek. “Severus,” she breathed. He smacked the other one just as harshly, and her body jerked forward, the very tip of her nipples brushing against the crushed velvet, adding a soft juxtaposition to the radiating sting in her behind. “Griffyndor red never looked so appealing.”

Hermione didn't have time to expand on her errand, thinking that getting spanked by her former professor felt particularly naughty because just then, he rubbed the head of his sizable erection against her soaked lower lips. Hermione bit her lower lip, a wave of apprehension biting through the haze. He was a big man, and his cock felt heavy against her core. Snape’s hand came to rest on the small of her back, and she could feel the other nudging at her slit as he lined himself up with her entrance. 

He didn’t take it slow. One moment, she was moaning in anticipation of fulfilling half of the Gryffindor girls' dorm fantasy; the next, she screamed as his cock impaled her in one harsh swoop. Pleasure mixed with the sharp pain of her cunt being stretched so wide. It was a heady combination that had Hermione babbling and moaning against the sofa’s cushion. He held himself still, the large head of his cock pressing against her cervix as he draped his body over hers. Long, nimble fingers wrapped around her throat, not impeding her ability to breathe, simply supporting the weight of her head. She felt his breath against the shell of her ear. “That tight cunt of yours…" He grunted and pulled out of her before sinking all the way in again in a hard, languorous thrust. “I’m going to break all my rules for that cunt, Hermione.” She had no clue what he was referring to, but as far as she was concerned, Snape could break anything he’d like, including her, and she’d thank him for it. 

As he picked up the pace, never letting go of her neck, Hermione realised everything she’d been missing after a decade of frankly below average fucking. His hips snapped sharply against her arse, hitting something inside her that made her see every bloody star in the night sky. Snape should have taught astronomy. She couldn’t help but let out pathetic little cries, like a wounded animal, every time he stretched her walls and bumped against her cervix. He muttered something that sounded like “fuck the rules" as he pumped in and out of her. 

Snape let go of her neck, and her head flopped against the sofa’s seat. Hermione attempted to brace herself, but he gathered her arms, pulling them behind the small of her back and holding both wrists in one hand while the other came to rest on her straining shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about nothing else than this since I saw you in that bar,” he said. His already deep voice seemed even lower than usual, almost gravelly. “Same,” she replied as she felt her cunt gush a fresh wave of arousal. The wet sounds filling the study were positively obscene, but Hermione was too far gone, her head swarming with pleasure, to care or be embarrassed. 

Just as she thought she would come all over his cock, he pulled out of her entirely, and she let out a frustrated growl. She felt the sofa dip beside her head, and she craned her neck up to see him sitting on the middle seat, legs spread and cock shining with her juices. “I was so close,” she whined, and he only smirked. “Better get back to it then,” he said, gesturing to his erection. “I want to see you ride me when you come.”

Smug git, she thought. Her legs wobbled when she unfurled her body from the armrest. “Jelly legs?” he taunted with a grin that looked positively out of place and at the same time insanely sexy. Her face burned. “Shut up,” she said, approaching his spread knees. “I didn’t fuck you nearly hard enough yet, if you can still be this cheeky,” he said, leaning over to grab her waist. The muscles of his forearms bulged as he lifted her and brought her to a straddling position. Hermione narrowed her eyes, taking it as the challenge it was. She lifted her knee and took a deep breath before sinking down onto his cock. He let out a drawn-out curse, and Hermione smirked despite the stretch. “You’re so bloody big,” she gulped, rolling her hips experimentally. The sheer fullness and depth of the new position made her breathless. “Is that a complaint?” he asked, lifting his hips to burrow even more deeply in her. “N–No,” she gritted out. 

Snape palmed her breasts, toying with her nipples with his thumbs. “Good,” he purred. She lifted herself up, letting gravity pull her back down, impaling herself with each fall. His hands fell from her breasts to her hips, the faded Dark Mark rippled as he squeezed, helping her ride his cock. The sensations were unlike anything she ever felt before. Hermione felt as if her body and her mind were entirely disconnected when he tightened his grip, holding her still while he snapped his hips up at an increased speed, fucking himself into her as if she were a sex doll he used for his pleasure. “Play with yourself,” he panted. “I want to see you come apart all over my cock.” She didn’t protest, and one hand found her clit while she pinched her left nipple with the other. The added sensation made her clench all around him, and it only seemed to spur him on. His fingers dug into her flesh, once more riding the line between pain and pleasure, and he muttered a string of praise about her body, her mind, and the feel of her cunt as he rutted against her. 

She sank her nails into his forearm as her body went taut and her walls spasmed. For the second time that night, she screamed Severus’ name. Hermione’s vision threatened to go black with the sheer intensity of the orgasm. He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. Severus wrapped his arms tightly around her midsection, and like a crazed man, fucked her roughly through her orgasm, his movement becoming as erratic as his breathing. With one last thrust, he burrowed himself as deep into her cunt as he could, and despite her boneless state, Hermione felt the warmth seeping deep inside herself as he came with a roar of her first name. 

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Severus opened his eyes, his chest still heaving. She looked like the very picture of depravity. Messy curls, glistening skin splotched red. Tendrils stuck to the side of her neck, and her lips looked puffy and bitten. Her eyelids were heavy from the pleasure, and he didn’t think he’d ever seen a more gorgeous sight in his life. His softened cock twitched inside her. “Weasley was a fucking fool to ever let you go,” he said. He had said plenty of sweet words to a lot of sweet women, but he rarely meant them. She chuckled, a tired little huff of a laugh, and Severus vowed he would hear it again. He tugged her against his chest, and she didn’t protest. He stayed buried inside her because there was no place he’d rather be at the moment.

 “Hermione?” he said, tugging at a damp curl at the nape of her neck. “Hmm,” she replied sleepily. Severus debated asking. He had a no second date rule for a reason after all, but her cunt gave a little flutter around him, and she burrowed more deeply into his chest, making him forget all the said reasons. “Are you free this Saturday?”