HAPPY BIRTHDAY Boorish_oaf
***HET WARNING***
Title: The Only Het I Plan to Write that Isn’t At Least A Bit Perverse
Author: mistressmaraj
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: SS/HG
Genre: PWP
Word count: 1449
Warnings: Ugh, none that I can think of. Oh, I guess anal intercourse for you wimps, but if you don’t like that, you won’t like anything you can find here.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY boorish_oaf! Thank you for all of your beta-ing help. The run-on sentences are all my doing, mwahaha! I can’t tell you how difficult it was not only to write het (bleh), but to not hit on any of your squicks, like fisting, which the original (better) story had. This is a complete rewrite from Hermione’s POV. I’m still working on altering the original from Snape’s POV and it’s much dirtier. If this Snape seems less intense/forceful/mean, that’s because the nasty, sexy, dirty one I love so much insists upon only fucking Harry. Sorry, I tried.
Hermione woke with a start, knowing that something must have startled her awake. But her bedroom was still and quiet, with the moonlight illuminating her white sheets through half-drawn curtains. She was looking at sheets…something clicked in her sleep-fogged brain-Severus! He must have wandered out of bed in the middle of the night again.
Ever since the war had ended, the various surviving Order members seemed to take turns with near-violent bouts of insomnia. Severus, in particular, had taken the death of Draco Malfoy, as well as a number of his younger Slytherins, rather hard.
When she found him, he was facing the only window in her suites overlooking the Forbidden Forest.
“Severus, come back to bed.” He didn’t turn, but she could see the way his shoulders were hunched and tense precipitating either his miserable broodiness or his critical, scathing tongue and in either case probably leading to a heated row between the two of them. It was…not…a fight she wanted to have with him again. It just wasn’t worth it. She turned around to head back to bed.
She was almost startled when five long fingers wrapped around her wrist, and tugged her into his dark silhouette so that she almost lost her balance. “Whaa-” she murmured before he cut her off with a firm press of lips against hers, refusing to allow her to retreat until she opened up to him and let him in. She felt his hand rubbing her thigh, displacing her long nightshirt as his questing fingers reached her knickers.
He yanked them down to mid thigh, pressing her back up against the wall as he devoured her mouth, thrusting his tongue between her lips in a suggestive rhythm that made her tingle with anticipation. One hand pinned both of her wrists above her hand, while he started a slow grind against her hip. His other hand reached for her curls, tugging none too gently and eliciting a gasp, before reaching lower. He spread her open with his fingertips, dipping into the wetness and using it to draw patterns on her clit. Then he kneeled.
Oh fuck, he better-
His warm breath ghosted over her cunt, teasing her, and his tongue licked the very tip of her, unable to reach more between her barely opened legs.
“Spread your legs.” She whimpered, attempting to comply but finding neither the concentration nor motor skills to navigate past his body and slide her knickers down. At some point he must have noticed her frustrated sounds as his hands joined hers in yanking the thin piece of fabric down until she managed to desperately kick it off one leg and let it fall the rest of the way to the ground.
“Open up for me,” he repeated. She spread herself as widely as she could, her own hoarse breath reminding her of the cause of her light-headedness. Then he leaned forward and drew her clit into his mouth, sucking hard, while his tongue traced patterns onto its head.
She moaned, her hands winding down to grasp his long hair, her thighs clamping around his head.
She held him there with all the ferocity she could muster. He could bloody well come up for oxygen after she had come. She could feel her climax building, the nearly painful tingles growing, her thighs shaking with the exertion of staying upright. He spread her open again using both hands and traced the edge of her folds with his thumbs before dipping both of them inside and spreading her cunt open. He tore his tongue away from her clit, eliciting a disgruntled murmur, and followed the thumbs inside with his tongue. He thrust the tongue inside her, pursing his lips and sucking on everything within reach with bruising aptitude.
She was getting close now, swaying dizzily, her fingers dug into his hair her only support. She arched forward, needing more contact, more friction, just a bit more pressure on her neglected clit. He withdrew his tongue from her cunt, mouthing lightly over her clit before standing once more.
She panted as he arranged himself, pulling one of her legs up to wrap around his hip.
With one smooth thrust he was inside her as far as he could go, pulling out again and thrusting in hard. His fingers dug into her arse as he held her steady for a rather sound pounding. Her thighs were damp from the spreading wetness; she couldn’t remember the last time she had been this excited. As one of the hands eased off her bum, she felt two fingers dig into her cunt, bending and twisting until they found that extra sensitive skin on the top of her channel, another questing finger finding her clit once more and pressing heady circles that made her throb all over in time to her heartbeat. He rubbed fiercely on both spots until she clenched around him and he swallowed her cry with tongue and teeth. For a moment her vision grayed as she forgot the importance of oxygen intake, but once the heady contractions and pleasure had slowed to a dull buzz she realized she had been spun around and bent over the back of the couch.
Severus withdrew his slick, still-hard cock and she felt it nudging between her cheeks. “Please, let me fuck you,” he grunted urgently. “I need to get all the way inside,” as he thrust almost frantically in her crack. She groaned at the thought of his enormous cock taking her, of being forced to accommodate his length, and she felt quivery inside.
She recognized the incantation, wandless thankfully for both of their shattered patience, of a barely adequate lubrication and stretching spell. Then she felt the blunt tip pressing against her loosened hole, nudging into place. His hands came to clench about her hips, and then surprisingly she was being pulled back onto his cock, feeling the tension mount for a moment before the head pushed through. It was still so new she couldn’t help clamping down and so he gave her a moment to relax before continuing his slick, slow slide inside her body. He burrowed his long, thick cock through the tight muscle, forcing her to open and take him in, pushing, groaning until his balls pressed against her crack, and then sighing in relief.
He withdrew before pulling her upward once more to take in his cock, panting hotly onto her back, then pushing her down firmly against the unyielding surface of the couch backing as his cock slowly slid from her body. She clenched around him, trying to hold on for longer, making his slick withdrawal more difficult. He held her down so that she was unable to move and she arched her back, pointing her arse up obscenely, begging for more.
A plea which he obviously could no longer ignore as he buried himself in her tight arse with one brutal stroke. She moaned, wishing she could move, could writhe around his delicious length, could urge him harder, faster-but knowing he wouldn’t let her up, not now. The hands holding her down were tight, irrefutable, would not let go. He pulled out halfway, and then slammed back into her.
She wanted more, she needed more, damnit. Unable to muster the coherency to beg, only able to lie there and take his onslaught. He was pulling out now until she felt the thicker head nudge against her opening, the tight muscle clamping rhythmically, wanting to be yanked open, anything, anything for a taste of that cock, for a brutal pounding of that cock. Once he was almost out of her body, he would surge forward, opening her tightness once more to him. Building speed, he fucked her hard. He fucked her until the room faded and there was nothing but cock, and wet tightness, and a delicious ache in her arse, a neglected throb in her front.
He sped up suddenly, making jerky frantic movements, and his hand searched hers out, clasped it, and held it against the couch for a few final thrusts. He pushed himself deep inside and then she felt him pulsing for a moment before he collapsed on her. Then he was stroking her, bringing her off rapidly, and she was coming for a second time that night, clenching around the cock that had started to slip from her body, grunting in time with the pleasurable spasms.
He pulled out and muttered a cleaning spell. Then he dragged her back toward the bedroom and lay down, closing his eyes. He wouldn’t…talk…about it anyway, he would never talk about such things. It wasn’t worth a fight.
They fell into a sleepy sated slumber.
Title: The Only Het I Plan to Write that Isn’t At Least A Bit Perverse
Author: mistressmaraj
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: SS/HG
Genre: PWP
Word count: 1449
Warnings: Ugh, none that I can think of. Oh, I guess anal intercourse for you wimps, but if you don’t like that, you won’t like anything you can find here.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY boorish_oaf! Thank you for all of your beta-ing help. The run-on sentences are all my doing, mwahaha! I can’t tell you how difficult it was not only to write het (bleh), but to not hit on any of your squicks, like fisting, which the original (better) story had. This is a complete rewrite from Hermione’s POV. I’m still working on altering the original from Snape’s POV and it’s much dirtier. If this Snape seems less intense/forceful/mean, that’s because the nasty, sexy, dirty one I love so much insists upon only fucking Harry. Sorry, I tried.
Hermione woke with a start, knowing that something must have startled her awake. But her bedroom was still and quiet, with the moonlight illuminating her white sheets through half-drawn curtains. She was looking at sheets…something clicked in her sleep-fogged brain-Severus! He must have wandered out of bed in the middle of the night again.
Ever since the war had ended, the various surviving Order members seemed to take turns with near-violent bouts of insomnia. Severus, in particular, had taken the death of Draco Malfoy, as well as a number of his younger Slytherins, rather hard.
When she found him, he was facing the only window in her suites overlooking the Forbidden Forest.
“Severus, come back to bed.” He didn’t turn, but she could see the way his shoulders were hunched and tense precipitating either his miserable broodiness or his critical, scathing tongue and in either case probably leading to a heated row between the two of them. It was…not…a fight she wanted to have with him again. It just wasn’t worth it. She turned around to head back to bed.
She was almost startled when five long fingers wrapped around her wrist, and tugged her into his dark silhouette so that she almost lost her balance. “Whaa-” she murmured before he cut her off with a firm press of lips against hers, refusing to allow her to retreat until she opened up to him and let him in. She felt his hand rubbing her thigh, displacing her long nightshirt as his questing fingers reached her knickers.
He yanked them down to mid thigh, pressing her back up against the wall as he devoured her mouth, thrusting his tongue between her lips in a suggestive rhythm that made her tingle with anticipation. One hand pinned both of her wrists above her hand, while he started a slow grind against her hip. His other hand reached for her curls, tugging none too gently and eliciting a gasp, before reaching lower. He spread her open with his fingertips, dipping into the wetness and using it to draw patterns on her clit. Then he kneeled.
Oh fuck, he better-
His warm breath ghosted over her cunt, teasing her, and his tongue licked the very tip of her, unable to reach more between her barely opened legs.
“Spread your legs.” She whimpered, attempting to comply but finding neither the concentration nor motor skills to navigate past his body and slide her knickers down. At some point he must have noticed her frustrated sounds as his hands joined hers in yanking the thin piece of fabric down until she managed to desperately kick it off one leg and let it fall the rest of the way to the ground.
“Open up for me,” he repeated. She spread herself as widely as she could, her own hoarse breath reminding her of the cause of her light-headedness. Then he leaned forward and drew her clit into his mouth, sucking hard, while his tongue traced patterns onto its head.
She moaned, her hands winding down to grasp his long hair, her thighs clamping around his head.
She held him there with all the ferocity she could muster. He could bloody well come up for oxygen after she had come. She could feel her climax building, the nearly painful tingles growing, her thighs shaking with the exertion of staying upright. He spread her open again using both hands and traced the edge of her folds with his thumbs before dipping both of them inside and spreading her cunt open. He tore his tongue away from her clit, eliciting a disgruntled murmur, and followed the thumbs inside with his tongue. He thrust the tongue inside her, pursing his lips and sucking on everything within reach with bruising aptitude.
She was getting close now, swaying dizzily, her fingers dug into his hair her only support. She arched forward, needing more contact, more friction, just a bit more pressure on her neglected clit. He withdrew his tongue from her cunt, mouthing lightly over her clit before standing once more.
She panted as he arranged himself, pulling one of her legs up to wrap around his hip.
With one smooth thrust he was inside her as far as he could go, pulling out again and thrusting in hard. His fingers dug into her arse as he held her steady for a rather sound pounding. Her thighs were damp from the spreading wetness; she couldn’t remember the last time she had been this excited. As one of the hands eased off her bum, she felt two fingers dig into her cunt, bending and twisting until they found that extra sensitive skin on the top of her channel, another questing finger finding her clit once more and pressing heady circles that made her throb all over in time to her heartbeat. He rubbed fiercely on both spots until she clenched around him and he swallowed her cry with tongue and teeth. For a moment her vision grayed as she forgot the importance of oxygen intake, but once the heady contractions and pleasure had slowed to a dull buzz she realized she had been spun around and bent over the back of the couch.
Severus withdrew his slick, still-hard cock and she felt it nudging between her cheeks. “Please, let me fuck you,” he grunted urgently. “I need to get all the way inside,” as he thrust almost frantically in her crack. She groaned at the thought of his enormous cock taking her, of being forced to accommodate his length, and she felt quivery inside.
She recognized the incantation, wandless thankfully for both of their shattered patience, of a barely adequate lubrication and stretching spell. Then she felt the blunt tip pressing against her loosened hole, nudging into place. His hands came to clench about her hips, and then surprisingly she was being pulled back onto his cock, feeling the tension mount for a moment before the head pushed through. It was still so new she couldn’t help clamping down and so he gave her a moment to relax before continuing his slick, slow slide inside her body. He burrowed his long, thick cock through the tight muscle, forcing her to open and take him in, pushing, groaning until his balls pressed against her crack, and then sighing in relief.
He withdrew before pulling her upward once more to take in his cock, panting hotly onto her back, then pushing her down firmly against the unyielding surface of the couch backing as his cock slowly slid from her body. She clenched around him, trying to hold on for longer, making his slick withdrawal more difficult. He held her down so that she was unable to move and she arched her back, pointing her arse up obscenely, begging for more.
A plea which he obviously could no longer ignore as he buried himself in her tight arse with one brutal stroke. She moaned, wishing she could move, could writhe around his delicious length, could urge him harder, faster-but knowing he wouldn’t let her up, not now. The hands holding her down were tight, irrefutable, would not let go. He pulled out halfway, and then slammed back into her.
She wanted more, she needed more, damnit. Unable to muster the coherency to beg, only able to lie there and take his onslaught. He was pulling out now until she felt the thicker head nudge against her opening, the tight muscle clamping rhythmically, wanting to be yanked open, anything, anything for a taste of that cock, for a brutal pounding of that cock. Once he was almost out of her body, he would surge forward, opening her tightness once more to him. Building speed, he fucked her hard. He fucked her until the room faded and there was nothing but cock, and wet tightness, and a delicious ache in her arse, a neglected throb in her front.
He sped up suddenly, making jerky frantic movements, and his hand searched hers out, clasped it, and held it against the couch for a few final thrusts. He pushed himself deep inside and then she felt him pulsing for a moment before he collapsed on her. Then he was stroking her, bringing her off rapidly, and she was coming for a second time that night, clenching around the cock that had started to slip from her body, grunting in time with the pleasurable spasms.
He pulled out and muttered a cleaning spell. Then he dragged her back toward the bedroom and lay down, closing his eyes. He wouldn’t…talk…about it anyway, he would never talk about such things. It wasn’t worth a fight.
They fell into a sleepy sated slumber.