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Self-Fulfilling Desires
The moment the door snapped closed behind Severus, her lips were pressing against his, searing and needy as if she’d been away from him for months instead of a few hours. It was all-encompassing and intoxicating, sending any concerns he had moments prior to the abyss where they belonged. Before he could gather his wits and draw the feisty little witch to him, Hermione broke their stolen kiss with a mischievous grin. She was staring up at him with those impossibly alluring bedroom eyes that had gotten them here in the first place. Her fingers curled into the front of his coat, luring him to follow her as she backed up toward the interrogation table. Severus willingly followed his little seductress as she perched herself up on the table in the middle of the interrogation room.
The break in contact gave him a moment to take a cursory glance around the room, searching for anything out of place. Severus noticed their reflection in the wide mirror that took up most of the wall to their left. Their eyes met in the glass, and Hermione smirked at him, staring him down in something like a challenge as she began to undo the collar of her red Auror cloak. He felt the heat of his arousal roll through him as it fell with a thud to the table behind her. It seemed that the mirror was a feature of this rendezvous, not a hindrance.
“I never took you for an exhibitionist,” he purred as she began to make short work of her shirt. Severus appreciated the reflection of her hastily undressing before looking directly at her. One eyebrow arched as he questioned her choice in location. “Should you be bringing your lover into your interrogation rooms?”
“They’ll never know. Everyone else is in a meeting right now.” Hermione paused her stripping to wrap her fingers around his wrist, guiding his hand to her knee, her other hand pulling him toward her by the front of his coat. “I elected to schedule a higher-priority meeting.”
Instinct made him want to conceal his smirk that manifested in response to her confession that she considered a tryst with him as a higher priority, but he actively allowed his lips to curve.
“Taking advantage of your position as Potter’s best friend, are you?” Severus drawled, squeezing her knee as he slipped his fingers under the hem of her skirt, pushing the fabric up with his thumb as he did. The sounds of someone rushing through the halls at a jog interrupted the quiet of the room as he allowed her to draw him to stand between her knees. His other hand began the same trek for her bare skin, trailing up her outer thighs. “These walls are thin; we could be discovered.”
Hermione slid her hand up his chest, slipping it around the back of his neck and pulling him down toward her. He allowed the liberty she was taking with his person because he intended to take many with hers in the next half an hour.
“I’ll be quiet,” she promised hotly against his ear, sucking the lobe of it into her mouth. Severus pushed his hands farther up her thighs, the soft skin like silk under his fingertips.
It sent a shiver down his spine, his arousal already making his trousers tight. He gripped Hermione’s thigh, pressing his thumb into her skin as he rumbled back at her. “Not if I have anything to do with it.”
He seized her lips in a demanding kiss, pressing against her mouth with the heat of everything he’d been wanting to do to her since she left his bed that morning. Hermione gasped out against him, her fingers curled against his scalp, the other hand clawing at his coat as if she intended to dig him out of it. Severus bore down on her, pressing her body backwards, making her lean at an angle, his hand on the center of her back to support her.
If he was going to have his way with his little witch, he had several things that needed to be rectified now. Her skirt was the first thing to deal with, and he bunched it up around her hips, tucking the excess into the waist band so that it could not hinder him.
Hermione sucked his bottom lip between hers, biting down as she slid her clawing hands to his back, digging into the fabric to the point that he could almost feel her nails. His shoulders were still tender from the night before, and the drag of fabric only added to the intensity of his need for her. A groan escaped him, his trousers suffocating as all the blood in his body funneled to a greater purpose.
If he didn’t get out of his trousers soon, it felt like he was going to bust a seam with how tight they were now. Opening his fly was more laborious with one hand, but he managed to release himself while keeping her from falling onto the table. The cool air of the room was a sharp relief against his hot skin, causing him to hiss.
Hermione mewed into his mouth, releasing her hold of his shoulder to reach between them and wrapping her warm fingers around him. He exhaled as pleasure radiated through him, her soft palm slipping down his shaft.
Another groan escaped him as she squeezed at the base and held it for a moment before resuming her stroking. Severus closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against hers as he savored the sensation, letting the euphoria of the action flood his senses as he felt himself twitch in her hand.
Unexpectedly, Hermione hooked one of her heels behind his knee, yanking them closer. He wasn’t prepared for this; it drastically changed his balance, and they fell back toward the table. Severus’ hand slapped against the wood with a loud echo as he tensed his other hand, drawing her against him to keep her head from hitting the table.
In the commotion, she jerked his cock unpleasantly; the sting of it was not the sort that added to his arousal. Severus growled, grimacing against the painful sensation that jolted into his stomach, and reflexively, he twisted his hips away from her with a grunt.
“Have some patience, witch!” he warned against her lips.
She pouted as she exhaled, leaning up to kiss him in soft apologetic pecks. “I’m sorry.”
He gathered his breath and senses, staring at her as he cupped himself, testing to see if her action had rendered all sensation painful. Fortunately, it didn’t seem that was the case. Leaning into her space, his face just close enough that his eyes did not cross, he stared her down as he gave himself a slow, sure stroke.
“You will be if you do that again,” he threatened, letting his voice drop to its lowest register. Her reaction to that tone was instant; her eyes widened, her mouth opened slightly, and she leaned into him, her hands reaching for his cock. Severus shifted, leaning against the table as he swatted her hands away, building his own pleasure back up as he stared at her.
Leaning back on to the table, Hermione finished unbuttoning her shirt before propping herself up with her elbows. She let the shirt fall open around her. His cock stirred, twitching in his hand at the sight of her laid out on the table for him.
Everything about her appearance in this moment was the antithesis of the put-together, taciturn, no-nonsense Auror Hermione Granger. Instead, this woman was spread out for him, legs wide to expose soaked panties, her skirt bunched up to her hips, shirt undone, and begging him with her eyes to fuck her until the only word she knew was his name. Severus was going to give her exactly what she was asking for.
Pressing himself into place between her knees, he tugged her underwear to the side, exposing how wet she was for him. Severus dragged the head of his cock through her glistening folds, lust waking his nerves and narrowing his focus on where his body touched hers.
Hermione tilted her pelvis back, her thighs pressing against his hips as she stared at him with her ‘fuck me’ eyes.
Rocking his hips forward, he guided himself to where he wanted to be. Bracing his thighs against the heavy wooden table, Severus thrust into her. The first one was shallow, as he tested to make sure the table wasn’t going to slide away with her on it, and then he drove into her to the hilt.
The most delicious moan escaped her lips, echoing in the empty room. The sound filtered through his ears, bypassing his mind completely, and spiraled around his cock. It ignited his senses, heat flooding him as he throbbed while being encased within her soft walls. It wasn’t enough; he needed the friction, the drag of his flesh as he pulled out of her, as her cunt squeezed him and tried to keep him there. Severus loomed over her, leaning forward and placing his palms against the table on either side of her shoulders to support his weight and launching into a pace that matched his need.
Wrapping her legs loosely around him, he felt her rolling her hips to meet the impact of his body against hers, the echoing slap becoming the tempo that her melody of moans matched. Fingers twisted in his hair, the bite of that pain turning up the temperature of his ardor.
Her eyes drifted to the left, seeking their reflection. Hermione’s face flushed, her mouth opening, and he felt her clench around him. It had never occurred to him that she’d be so turned on watching them in the mirror, but her body made it very clear that it aroused her.
“If I knew watching yourself get fucked turned you on this much, I would have installed a mirror in my bedroom for you,” Severus rumbled, her visible arousal turning him on more.
“What would you do if there were someone on the other side of the mirror?” Hermione breathed out hotly, her brown eyes lit up in delight as she gazed up at him.
He stilled his movements, immediately searching the mirror for signs that someone was looking at them; if there was someone on the other side, he had no way of telling. All he could see was their reflection, the second-in-command Auror wrapped around him, her thighs blocking the view of where they were intimately connected. “Is there someone there?”
Hermione shook her head, breathing heavily. She reached up, tracing her fingers across his sweaty forehead. “Would it turn you on if there was?”
Severus was not keen on the idea of being watched; his life had been so performative so far that he got no pleasure out of it, but he was no fool. The expression in her eyes, the eager, tentative way she waited for his answer, and the way her body was reacting told him that his lover was interested and aroused by the idea. The fact that she was aroused by the mere thought of someone else standing on the other side the mirror watching him fuck her was abundantly clear. Reciprocally, his desire for her expanded in the wake of her increased excitement, making the prospect of being watched a little more appealing.
“I sense that you’d prefer to believe that someone is there, that it is not just our reflection turning you on this much,” he ventured, smirking at her. “You want to be watched as I ruin you.”
Her pupils dilated, her fingers pressing into his scalp in reflex as her whole body tensed at the idea. "It's a bit hot, the idea of someone watching you rail me.” Exhaling, it was obvious she was trying to contain her excitement on a surface level, even as her body told the truth plainly to him.
“I suppose." Severus wasn’t against anything that made her squeeze him this tightly. The drive to seek his release was building, and being assured that it was a fantasy and there wasn’t anyone there watching him, Severus had every intention of finishing what he’d started. Slowly, he began to pump his hips back into her, working to build back the momentum they had.
Hermione arched up to him, turning his face toward the mirror with the grip on his hair so that they were both looking at themselves, his eyes meeting hers in the reflection. There was a softness of hidden desire to her voice as she purred against his cheek. “Will you pretend that there is someone there watching us for me? Will you fuck me like you are showing off?”
“For you, absolutely,” he agreed, snapping his hips into hers and making her gasp out. He got to watch the reflection of it, and he had to admit, it was not as disorienting or unappealing as he thought. But that was something to explore another time. Hermione wanted to be fucked like he was showing off, and he could do that. Resuming the previous pace, he balanced his weight on one hand, and with the other, he dug into her hip, pulling her against him with every lunge of his hips, sinking as deeply as their bodies would allow.
This made her cry out a plea to the gods, her head tilting back as she sank back to the table, her heels pressing into his thighs as she closed her eyes. He savored watching her melt under him, feeling her surrender to the sensations. It was a short-lived repose for her, as Hermione pulled him down by his neck toward her. This forced a sharper angle of his thrusts as she latched her lips to the side of his neck, sucking hard. Her teeth dragged over scars, and Severus shuddered, his head feeling like it was going to explode from the building pressure.
“You want to be watched; give them something to see, Hermione,” he demanded as he drove into her.
Biting down on his neck, she moaned against the skin, her voice vibrating his own vocal cords as she grew impossibly tighter with each thrust.
“Come for me, witch, and let them see you break apart for me,” he growled, feeling her shaking legs against his sides. He would feed her the narrative if that meant she was going to have an explosive orgasm. “Let them see how much you love being fucked by me.”
He knew it was happening before she released her hold on his neck; her grip on his hair at the back of his neck tightened, and Severus knew she’d gone over the edge. What followed was his name spoken as if it came from the very depths of her soul as she curled around his body, her cunt spasming around him.
Gritting his teeth against following her into oblivion, he slammed his hips into hers through it, watching as each one seemed to intensify the bliss she was experiencing. As she began to come down, he felt the last of his resolve splintering under the crushing cacophony of his own release; his balls ached with the need to empty as they pressed against his body. There was no more waiting; he was going to cum now.
“In you or on you?” With a ragged breath, he demanded her preference.
Hermione’s eyes snapped open and she half-shouted at him. “On me, on me!”
Tearing from her embrace, he stood up, withdrawing from her just as he felt the first jerk of his cock. Pulling himself in hand and pumping hard, he aimed for her stomach, grunting as his release ejected from him and covered her flushed skin.
Sitting up on her elbows, she watched him with a sex-hazed expression of delight.
Once, twice, three times he jerked himself off on to her, watching the milky liquid arch all the way up to her bra, the grey fabric darkening with the moisture.
“Fuck,” Severus gasped out, his other hand supporting himself against the table. Catching his breath, he let his deflating cock fall, leaning against her spread thighs. He took her in, her clothing in disarray, the pearly evidence of his orgasm running down her stomach toward her bunched clothing and the obvious wet spots on her bra. Hermione looked like a thoroughly debauched version of herself, and as much as he loved to see it, he knew she could not return to work in this state. Reaching for his wand, Severus took in a deep breath as his body sought equilibrium. “You are a mess.”
Hermione held her hand up, shaking her head. “No, don’t dispel it. I’ll take a shower in the training room; I think I’ll let it linger a little.”
He was in no state to go again, but his cock reacted to the thought of her walking around the Ministry with his cum under her clothing and all over her skin as if it would try to make a valiant attempt to rise to the occasion. Drawing in a breath and reminding himself that he was not a younger man and that they did not have the time for him to recuperate, he exhaled.
“Tonight I am going to show you exactly what I think about you wearing my cum as part of your uniform,” Severus promised, offering her his hand.
She curled her fingers around his, letting him pull her up to a sitting position. “You promise?”
“I give you my word,” he vowed, letting her hand go to get his own clothing in order. Once his now flaccid cock was tucked away, he flicked his wand over his clothing to remove any excess that had splashed onto his trousers and shoes.
Fixing her own clothing, Hermione dismissed any signs of wetness as she buttoned up her blouse. “I didn’t mean to mark your neck so obviously; I usually aim for under your collar.”
He checked his neck out in the mirror, seeing the clear imprint of her teeth on his pale skin. Rolling his eyes at her in his reflection, he cast a glamour over it.
“Pity I can’t show it off,” he mused, knowing that his department would have a field day if he came back from "lunch" with a love bite on his neck. Being the Department Head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority, he had to conduct himself with some level of decorum, lest his subordinates get the idea that they could speculate on his life more than they already did. For six months he’d been able to enjoy this relationship being under everyone's noses, and he wanted to enjoy it for as long as he could. Not that they were being particularly wise or discreet in screwing during the work day.
Hermione crossed behind him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I should get to my meeting.”
“Are you going before your shower?” Severus asked, arching an eyebrow at her in the mirror. Again, his body reacted as if he’d like to try again sooner than possible.
Her smirk was that of a little vixen knowing what she was doing to him. “Just the end, making appearances. See you tonight.”
“Do not be late,” Severus demanded, turning to place a kiss against her lips. “I have plans for you tonight.”
“I won’t be,” she promised, kissing him sweetly. “I’ll even bring dinner.”
After a final glance over his person to ensure everything was in place, he approached the door, waiting for her indication that she was ready to leave. Grabbing her cloak, she shook it out before draping it over her shoulders, buttoning it hastily. While she did that, he dismissed the evidence of what they’d been doing from the room with a Scourgify and a dismissal.
Once they were both ready to leave, he opened the door for her, letting her pass out before him. The hallway was empty and quiet, but he still stood a respectable distance from her as he closed the door behind him.
They walked a few short steps when the door to the next room opened hastily. His heart crashed into his stomach when he realized that it was the conjoining room and who was standing there. Harry James Potter, in his full Head Auror regalia, stood in the doorway, his face red and hair tousled, and his green eyes wide with confused horror. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out were inarticulate vowels and consonants that did not form words.
Immediately Severus looked at Hermione, narrowing his eyes. Had this been a plan, a plot to embarrass him, and had she actually known that Potter, of all people, was in the next room watching them?
Before he could open his mouth to lodge an accusation, she put her finger on his lips to stop him with a look of sincere apology and the shock on her face matched his own. “I didn't know he was there, Severus, I swear. He was supposed to be in the meeting.” Turning her attention to her best friend and boss, she huffed irritatingly at him. “Why aren’t you at the meeting?”
“You skipped it, and that isn’t like you, so I came to check on you." Potter began running his fingers through his hair as his gaze took on a distant look. “I knew you said you’d be in a meeting with someone important down here, so I left Kingsley in charge and came to look for you. I heard a sound like a slap and popped in here to make sure you were safe. And then, and then—I found you two!" Potter stared at Severus for a moment before glancing back at her. “Hermione, you are with him? You skipped the meeting to—for—to do him?”
“Your powers of deduction never cease to amaze me, Potter,” Severus drawled, crossing his arms as he wondered how badly this would affect her position. Since they weren’t in the same department and he had no hold over her job, they were not considered boss/subordinate in the normal sense, but he had warned her that their relationship would not be favorable to her at all. “I did warn you I would ruin your reputation.”
“You’ve ruined nothing." Hermione shook her head, reaching out to touch his arm. “I will handle this with Harry; you can head back to your department, and I will see you tonight.”
Severus narrowed his eyes at Potter, partly in warning that he’d better not upset Hermione or else he’d have to deal with him. Glancing at her, he inclined his head, placing his hand over hers softly before stepping away. “Should you need me, you know where to find me. I will be of whatever assistance this new development in our relationship requires.”
There, he asserted that it was a relationship before Potter got any ideas and let her know that this had not changed anything in how he felt about them. With his position anchored in the moment, he turned from the two of them and made his way out of the interrogation wing of the Auror Department. He heard the door close behind them as they went into the room to speak, and Severus wondered if he could fit a big enough mirror on the wall beside his bed or if he would have to completely rearrange the furniture.