Giving and Taking

Snape let go of Hermione’s arms and they fell weakly to her side. She looked up at him with her brown eyes full of longing. He took his one of his large hands and started to trace the outline of her full mouth. He leaned in closer and noticed that her nose was sprinkled with light golden brown freckles. He kissed the tip of her nose and then moved back down to her mouth. Again, he forcefully possessed it with his. His tongue languidly moved around hers and then instantly changed speed with renewed vigor. She took her hands and began to wrap them within his dark, soft hair. Then, she began to move a hand down to his face and brushed his stubbled chin lightly. She felt how well defined his face was. He had an extremely muscular jaw that led up to his high cheekbones. Hermione began to feel reckless again. She took her hands off his face, and without breaking the kiss, began to slowly unbutton his black robe.

“Miss Granger,” he whispered hoarsely, “what are you doing?”

“I thought I made myself clear, Professor. I intended to do you tonight” she firmly whispered back.

Snape was getting mildly annoyed at losing the upper hand in the situation. He was supposed to be seducing her and he wasn’t sure how much he liked her rapid pace. Still, he couldn’t help but enjoy her persistence. He decided to tease her a bit, for his own benefit

“Miss Granger, you’re acting like you’ve done this before. How many teachers have you been with? Can I hear a similar account of you antics from Flitwick or even that foolish Lockhart when you were just twelve?”

Hermione chose to ignore him and continued to unbutton his cloak faster. Snape decided to continue his speech.

“Or, Miss Granger, perhaps I am your first teacher. But I bet you’ve been whoring yourself out to the other boys. I wouldn’t be surprised if you haven’t slept with the entire male population of Gryffindor and probably half of Ravenclaw. You’re so dirty and you know it. But Slytherins are an entirely different breed. We can do things you’ve never even imagined”

Hermione found his dirty talk incredibly arousing. Truthfully, she was a virgin but she wasn’t going to let Snape know that, at least not yet. A tremor went through her when he said whoring. She was tired of the rules. She wanted to be bad. She took her focus off undressing her professor and said with a mischievous grin,

“I’m your whore. I’m a dirty whore who wants you. I’m the whore with the teacher. And I want you to fuck me hard”

Snape was shocked that she was playing along but undeniably turned on by her language. He let her finish taking off his outer cloak to reveal a black buttoned shirt of soft cotton. He decided it was time to take back the power, once and for all. He began to kiss her softly but didn’t focus on her mouth as much as before. Confused, Hermione looked up at him. He moved his mouth down to her jaw and her neck, trailing it with light kisses along the way. He began to slowly take off her white blouse, kissing her all the way down as he removed each button. When he had finished with the shirt, she arched her back slightly and it slid off her. He took a step back to look at her. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was but for some reason hesitated. He didn’t want to spoil the moment by being too sincere. After all, she did want him to talk dirty.

“Miss Granger, you slut. You’re standing here with no shirt on and you’re undressing your professor in his own classroom. You want this, don’t you, you fucking whore?”

Without waiting for an answer, he moved closer to her again. He put his hand on her hefty breast and kneaded it roughly. He could barely fit it in his whole hand, no matter how much he maneuvered. She started moaning slightly as he did this. He felt her nipples harden through the bra and with his free arm; he snaked around her back to unclasp it. He pushed each strap down gently and pulled the whole thing off. Snape paused and then put his hand back on her breast. He was surprised at their firmness in feel and softness in texture. He lowered his head and began to kiss her breast lightly, trailing the perimeter of her nipple with his tongue. He was torturing her again and she pushed his head down hard on her chest. He took the hint and then in turn, took her nipple in his mouth and began sucking heavily. She moaned even harder. He switched his attention to her other breast and she could barely stand due to the heat that was flooding through her body. Her legs were shaking and she felt her desire intensify between her legs. Snape noticed her unsteadiness and said with a sneer,

“Why Miss Granger, is standing too much for you? You’re a whore, I thought you could do this in any position. Perhaps we should do this on a desk. After all, you’re probably more comfortable there, seeing as you do nothing besides study and fuck teachers”

And again, without waiting for an answer, he picked her up roughly in his arms and threw her down on his desk. This was exactly what Hermione had wanted. She saw him looking down at her with amusement in his face.

“Professor, please” That was all she said, but that was all he needed to hear. He opened her legs forcefully and pulled down her panties. He smirked at how damp they were. He moved her skirt up and bunched it around her waist. He slipped two long fingers into her and was startled at the powerful heat emanating from her inside. With one hand on the desk keeping him steady, he began to thrust his fingers into her and her moans increased in volume. He added another finger and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Hermione had to hold onto the desk for control. Her breathing became rough and ragged. She was so close. Snape kept thrusting, harder with his hands. She was so wet, so hot, and so tight that he could barely imagine what actually fucking her would be like. He felt her clamp around his fingers; he knew she was almost there. Just to show his dominance, he slowed down a bit. She panted,

“Oh you bastard, you bastard professor, don’t you dare stop now, I’m so close. Please keep going, please, I’m so close, you bastard…faster, harder, I’m so close…”

Severus smirked again. With one final powerful thrust, she screamed and came. She closed her eyes and tried to regain control of her breathing.

“Sleeping, Miss Granger? Surely a whore like you isn’t tired after something like that, although I did work you hard. I thought you had stamina, after all you must be used to fucking all the time, you fucking whore. Plus, it’s my turn.”

Hermione lazily opened her eyes. She looked across at Snape, his erection clearly visible through his pants. She felt herself becoming wet again, despite having just come. She swung herself off the desk, clad in just her skirt at this point. With a low growl, she grabbed the top of his shirt and ripped it off, sending buttons flying everywhere. Snape would have made some sort of snide comment but he found himself unable to form sentences.

Hermione took in his imposing stature. He had incredibly broad shoulders that led into strong muscular arms. He was pale but not in a sickly, pasty way. She saw the vast contrast between his black chest hair and his light skin. His hair made a trail all the way down his chest to his flat stomach and continued. Hermione traced this path down with her hand and moved her hands to his black belt to yank it out. Hermione began to rub her hand in slow circles across his crotch and Snape groaned. With a wild look in her eye, she slowly pulled down the zipper and undid the lone button. She dragged down his pants lazily as she slowly knelt down on the hard stone floor.

She was at eye level with his crotch and could plainly see how it was begging for her. With another devilish look, she placed her hands on the elastic of his boxers and tugged them to the floor. His immense cock sprang out. Hermione paused slightly as she considered its length. She wasn’t prepared for this, but she couldn’t stop now. Lightly, she licked up and down his cock and squeezed his balls in her hand. Snape shook slightly. He was aching for her now and tired of waiting. He put his hands on her head and pushed her into it. Gagging slightly, Hermione tried readjusting her position. She increased her speed as she took more and more of him in her mouth. Snape was gasping,

“Faster you whore, I want to come in your mouth, you slut, you’re so good, faster!”

Hermione began sucking even harder. She felt him jerk suddenly and he violently came in her mouth. There was so much but she swallowed it all, like the obedient whore she now was.

“Miss Granger, it seems that whorish mouth of yours has another use besides knowing the answer to every question in class”

Hermione felt rebellious again. Standing up, she pressed her body again into his. Looking up, she whispered,

“And this know-it-all knows what she wants. I want you to really fuck me, hard, right now”


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I promise I'll add another chapter, I'm going away for the weekend, so I'll update as soon as I finish the next one. Thanks especially for sinbad for the constructive advice and to everyone who's written such positive feedback! It means a lot.