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Playing with Fire

A smutty little one-shot featuring a possessive Severus 🔥

"Feeling as though Headmaster Snape's interest in her is waning, Hermione takes advantage of Viktor Krum's visit to the castle in an attempt to draw his attention, and quickly learns that he does not take kindly to being toyed with."

This fic was inspired by the Kinktober prompts: possessive sex & choking/gagging.

"Severus, please," she whined, breathlessly, "I need it."

He offered no response to her pleading. Her eyes shut tightly in frustration and her head tilted back, exposing her slender neck in a blatant attempt at enticement.

He couldn't lie, she was stunning.

Her chest heaved with each breath, drawn in through gently parted lips, and her cheeks were brightly flushed, nearly matching the shade of her rosy nipples. Her hair was wild and bouncy, fanning out over the sheets around her head like a curly brown halo. The wispy little ringlets at her hairline clung to her skin, damp with sweat.

She was so very human, so alive, and he could hear the intoxicating pulse of the blood rushing through her veins.

Severus leaned down to press his nose into the space where her armpit met her breast, "Shall I do it here?" he offered.

He felt her shake her head.

"Noooo"

"No?"

He pulled back, dragging his hand down her abdomen instead, stopping to rest at the juncture of her thigh, where it met her pelvis. He stroked the soft skin of her groin with his thumb.

"Here, then?"

Her eyes snapped open.

The glare she was giving him would have been much more compelling if she weren't quite literally tied up and at his mercy.

"You know what I want. Mark me, Severus. Make me yours."

Her caramel eyes shone with such an earnest fervor that there was hardly any room left for doubts in his mind. She really did want to be his.

"Mark you?" he said, sinking down to press his mouth to the hollow of her throat, "here?"

"Yes!" she breathed.

"Even if, tomorrow morning when you go to work, everyone at the Ministry will know what you've been up to? That you've allowed a vampire into your bed..." he cautioned, laving his tongue over her salty skin, barely keeping hold of his control.

She tasted like pure summer. Fresh warm air and sunshine oozed from her pores. A cloyingly sweet reminder of what he would never experience again.

"I don't care if they know. I want it. I want you."

Her voice wavered, on the verge of tears in her frustration. He didn't think he could hold himself back any longer, even if he wanted to. She smelled too divine.

He seized a handful of her riotous hair in one fist to hold her still and then at long last, he claimed her, sinking his fangs deep into her yielding flesh.

Art by the incredible, endlessly talented @slytherinsneakers for my Pansius fic "Bound by Betrayal"

Written for the prompt -

"Pansy can't stop fucking her boyfriend's father"