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Hermione Granger had felt aroused in a bunch of situations, it had probably been inappropriate to feel arousal.

Watching Parvati soaping up her naked body during their fourth year.

Hearing Ron wank in the bunk bed above her in the middle of the night somewhere in the Forest of Dean. 

Catching some sixth-year students making out in a secret passageway during her rounds as a Head Girl the year she went back to Hogwarts to graduate. 

But she'd never thought it possible to be aroused by watching Severus Snape relieve himself against a tree.

It wasn't the fact that it was Severus that concerned her. Since she'd returned to Hogwarts as a professor for Ancient Runes, there had been lots of banter, lots of flirting, and lots of sex with him. At this point, she was comfortable saying that they were in a relationship. 

No, it was the relieving part that made her squirm. Watching his piss flow down the rough bark of the tree, glistening in the sunlight, creating rivulets on the dry ground surrounding his feet, hearing the strong hiss and the splattering against the wood … That was the source of arousal she hadn't seen coming!

Sweet Circe …

She shouldn't be staring at him like that. 

Sure, it had been his decision to stay that close to her. To not retreat a bit into the forest, to just say “Excuse me.” and choose the nearest tree to get out his cock and … do this. 

But it was probably still inappropriate to watch him.

Wasn't it?

Yes! Absolutely!

And yet she felt unable to look away. 

Her core was throbbing, juices gathering inside her and threatening to soak through her knickers soon. And it got even worse when she slightly tilted her head. Then she could not only see his back and the dark traces his piss was painting on the tree but also the tip of his cock. Red and shiny and ugh … 

Fuck!

She forced herself to close her eyes and turn around, her face flushed and her heart thundering while she tried to get the shuddering of lust back under control.

They were here to harvest some ingredients! He would be done any second and expect her to just go on with their task! How was she supposed to … 

She rubbed her thighs against each other and bit down on her lip, hard, to stifle a moan. When she heard Severus zip up his trousers, the image of his piss flowing down the tree was still plastered into her mind, though.

What … the actual hell … 

She flinched when he took the basket from her hand. “Ready?” he asked, his voice a low growl that didn't help matters.

“Sure!” she squeaked. 

Squeaked!

Was there a more obvious way to show him what was going on inside her – and her trousers?!

“Are you all right?”

“Yes! I'm perfectly fine. Let's go, shall we?” She forced a smile and got going again, her legs not as steady as she wished them to be. 

But Severus seemed to believe her and followed her down the narrowing path they were hoping to find some …

What were they looking for again?

Nettles!

Right.

Horse nettle. That was what they were looking for. 

Nothing else.

And most certainly not for a place where she could devour Severus and satisfy the need that was pooling between her legs. 

The path was so narrow now that they couldn't walk next to each other anymore, and she rubbed her teeth against each other, painfully aware of him walking close behind her. W-Why … Why couldn't he have gone a bit into the forest like every normal person would? Why had he … 

And why was it turning her on so much?!

She stopped abruptly, causing him to walk into her.

“What's wrong?”

Hermione closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. Would she really do this? Here? 

Her fanny clenched.

Yes. Yes, she would.

She turned around and raised her chin before she met his eyes. “I want you.”

Severus blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

She groaned, frustration sprawling through her whole body and culminating in a sound she hadn't heard herself utter ever before. Then she grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down, starting her devouring him with a fierce and hungry kiss. “Okay?” she eventually probed, panting, his lips as swollen as hers probably were, red and shiny.

And now forming a smug grin. “Absolutely,” he acquiesced and let the basket with their haul fall where he stood, returning to her mouth and urging her to another fucking tree nearby.

“Mhhh-ah,” she moaned when her back collided with the bark and she ceased trying to get the image of him pissing out of her mind. 

Instead, she fumbled with his fly while he simply pulled down her wide cloth pants. It was a warm day, summer was approaching, she hadn't bothered with proper trousers. But going into the forest, she hadn't been inclined to wear a skirt either.

Pity.

What – a – damn – pity!

But this was fine as well. At this point, Severus didn't hesitate with getting her out of her clothes anymore, and by the time she'd freed his cock, he had gotten rid of her trousers and her (indeed soaked) knickers, finally slinging her thighs around his hip, guiding his cock home.

He moaned, turning it into a deep chuckle. “I see, you were waiting for me …”

“I was,” she breathed, pulling him close for another fierce kiss while she let her mind go crazy with every detail she was able to recall from him pissing against the tree mere minutes ago. 

She yelped softly each time he thrust into her, her inner muscles twitching and dancing around him, her feet digging into his thighs, drawing him as close as possible. 

“Harder,” she breathed.

And Severus complied. 

Supporting himself against the tree with one hand, he lowered his head next to hers, his grunting at her ear making her whine with lust.

He had put one hand against the tree when he'd been pissing as well, the other holding his cock, his head slightly leaned back from the bliss of release, a barely audible sigh on his lips and -

“Fuck!” she cursed, right before she came undone, her arms slung around his neck, her teeth digging into the thin fabric of his shirt that was unable to dampen her guttural moan.

Severus' breath hitched at her ear when he came as well, shuddering and trembling. She felt him spurting into her, she always did, but now she imagined it wasn't cum but piss and she cried out at another wave of unexpected and inappropriate lust that felt like fainting for the briefest of seconds. 

For at least a minute or two, they remained leaning against the tree, panting, trying to get their bearings. She became aware of the chirping of birds, the wind rustling in the leaves above them, and the cracking of branches under Severus' feet.

“That was … unexpected,” he eventually broke the silence and carefully let her down.

Hermione was stumbling when her feet touched the ground, her legs numb and unwilling to support her. She clung to Severus' arms. “Well …” she mumbled, distracted by the feeling of his cum and her juices seeping out of her, trailing down her legs. She felt regret at having to make it disappear but she didn't want to get back into the castle with traces of cum on her trousers. 

Severus put a finger underneath her chin and tilted her face up until he could lock eyes with her. “Whatever elicited this, I would love a repeat.” Then he kissed her, his tongue warm and soft and tasting like lust and hope and a promise.

I don't think you do … she, however, thought, suddenly ashamed. Severus Snape might be open to a lot of things but she was pretty sure he drew the line at piss. 

What a sick thing to be turned on by anyway …

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But that it was a sick thing to be turned on by didn't change the fact that she was.

Turned on by it. 

That evening, Hermione fled to her own quarters, telling Severus that she wanted to write a letter to her parents in Australia and that she needed some peace for that. But the truth was, she couldn't bear to look him in the eyes right now. He was too good a Legilimens for her to dare while her mind was going crazy with what had transpired in the Forbidden Forest.

She slumped against her closed door, her knickers once again soaked from a need she didn't know she had. 

Where the hell was this coming from all of a sudden?!

And why this? Of all the kinks the human species knew, why this?

Why couldn't she be into spanking? She was sure Severus would love that!

Or bloody rape play! With what Bellatrix had done to her back in Malfoy Manor, nobody would have been surprised by that!

Not even she herself.

But it had to be fucking piss! 

She moaned as her mind was dragging her back into the forest.

Stop this, for goodness' sake!

But it wouldn't stop. She was making this a “Don't think of pink elephants”-thing, and she knew it. Didn't mean she was able to stop it, though.

Her lip caught between her teeth, she shoved her hand down her knickers, right where she was, her back pressed firmly against her entrance door. Her knees buckled when she touched her swollen flesh, and she sank to the floor, a heap of needy arousal, regretting that she had decided to come here because right now she needed someone to pound into her, and her fingers were a lousy substitute for Severus' cock. 

Why, why had she never bothered investing in some sex toys?

Ah, right. Because she liked pleasuring herself before she fell asleep, and she didn't want to have to put some toys away after she was done, ruining her ease. Her fingers had always been more than sufficient.

Well … 

Until she remembered that she was a bloody witch, she'd come off once already, whining and almost choking on her own hitching inhale. Her hand was glistening from her juices when she pulled it out of her knickers, and she needed some minutes until she trusted her legs to carry her to the bathroom to clean herself up.

After that, her mind granted her a break of about an hour. And when it rang in round two, she turned a quill into a dildo and gave up.

The next morning, she was standing in her bathroom, eyeing the toilet, the shower, the toilet, bobbing her leg because she really needed to go. Once again, she was worrying her lip, pondering if she should really do that. 

She knew that some people relieved themselves in the shower, but she'd never been one of them. She usually used the loo, then she brushed her teeth, then she showered. She couldn't do number two of her routine as thoroughly as it had to be done if she didn't do number one first. 

But maybe she could turn number two into number three and combine number one and three … 

Oh, for fuck's sake …

She doffed her nightgown and stepped into the shower, closing first the milk glass door and then her eyes. Although her bladder was uncomfortably full, it took her almost a minute until she was able to let go. And even then, there were only some shy droplets coming at first.

But eventually, the piss was streaming down her legs full force, hot and unfamiliar, and she gasped at the sensation, blinking. A yellow pool was building around her legs, rivulets of piss leaking across her thighs, and she shivered when she heard the faint dripping sound from the drain. 

Hermione leaned her head against the tiles, closing her eyes again, allowing herself to indulge in that moment. Her cheeks were hot, her heart thumping, and her bladder empty all too fast. 

She scrutinised the floor of the shower but most of her piss had already drained and there was only a shimmer of wetness left both on her legs and the enamel. And her fanny wasn't all that excited about this either. 

With a soft click of her tongue, she turned on the shower.

But the slight disappointment of wetting herself in the shower elicited some new fantasies.

What about … wetting herself when she was clothed?

She went through the following days imagining just letting go wherever she happened to be when she sensed a twitch of her bladder. In the teachers' lounge, having a coffee with Severus. On the Quidditch stand, cheering on the Gryffindor team. In the Great Hall at dinner. In her classroom, teaching.

Really, flushed cheeks were getting so common for her that she was afraid it wouldn't go away again.

But the only venture into the kink she was trying to manage that she allowed herself at first was touching it. When she was relieving herself one morning, she skidded back on the toilet seat and reached her hand into the warm stream. 

The sensation caused her to inhale sharply, although it wasn't a new feeling. She was used to having warm water pour down her hands. But seeing her hand in the toilet, the yellow morning piss flowing down her palm, was thrilling. It felt dirty. And good. 

Oh boy … 

She used that same hand to circle her clit when she was done, shivers of lust shooting through her core. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back against the wall and thought of Severus pissing against the tree again. Then she thought of him pissing on her and she gasped from the sudden jolt of arousal.

When she came, something was dripping into the toilet but she wasn't sure whether it was more piss or her juices and she didn't dare find out. 

It took her about three more days to finally succumb to her fantasies. 

More out of necessity than free will, though.

She'd made it a thing to hold her urine for as long as possible, trying to find out if she liked the sensation of her full bladder or not, and found that, yes, she rather enjoyed it. As long as it wasn't too bad.

And one Friday in early June, she underestimated how quickly her morning coffee would turn her urge uncomfortable. 

As far as she could tell, her third-year students didn't notice anything, wrapped up in understanding the concept of Runes she was teaching them, but the longer the class dragged on, the worse it got, and eventually, she had to sit down at her desk to manage her need. Really, keeping herself from pressing her hand against her quim was all she could do. 

When the lesson was finally coming to an end, she tried to keep calm while she watched the students pack up their stuff and trail out of the classroom. “Mr Johnson?”

“Yes, Professor?”

“Would you be so kind as to close the door when you leave?”

“Of course, Professor.” He smiled non-committally and proceeded to put his books in his bag with a serenity that caused Hermione's bladder to spasm.

Oh my god, would you just leave already!?

When he finally did, she locked and warded the door and gave a soft yelp when her body gave in and she was, in fact, wetting herself.

The release felt heavenly.

And for a while, she only felt the warmth and wetness spreading in her crotch and underneath her upper thighs. Then her piss began dripping down her chair and for a moment she thought, she would come only from the culmination of all these sensory inputs. She shuddered violently, curling her fingers against the surface of her desk and her toes against the soles of her shoes, heat pounding in her cheeks and her fanny clamping in the rhythm of her thudding heart.

But it wasn't quite enough, and so she pulled up her skirt and spread her legs – her pee still flowing full force – to rub herself through the fabric of her knickers. 

Her flow tapered off a bit, but she could still feel it seep through her fingers, could hear the stream flowing off the edges of her chair, and when she blinked, she could see the pool forming around her on the floor. 

It was so huge!

She came with a soft cry of surrender, throwing her head back at the sensation of the residual piss shooting out of her, and slumped into her chair when the bliss waned off.

The silence in the classroom was cut into pieces by the slowing drip of her piss into the puddle on the floor and it took Hermione about five minutes until she felt able to sit up again. Her pee was cooling against her skin, and that wasn't the slightest bit exciting anymore. 

Thank Merlin for magic …

With a swish of her wand, the whole mess she'd made was gone, her clothes as dry as the floor and her chair, and if she hadn't still felt the remains of her arousal, she'd almost have been able to pretend that nothing of this had ever happened.

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She was hovering in a blissful state of still being half asleep, vaguely aware of her visiting a world that wasn't real and at the same time real enough to get a kick out of it. 

In her case, that kick was a fair share of lust.

It wasn't all that clear to her what was prompting her body to tingle so deliciously, it was more of an idea of something, just about unattainable for her sleep-muddled brain. Something warm, something forbidden, something … 

Then she crossed a line, and all that had happened in the course of the last two weeks came rushing back to her.

Fuck … 

She moaned, unable to stifle the sound, even though she was biting down on her lip.

Severus stirred behind her, and she scrunched up her face, hoping she hadn't woken him, while her inner muscles clamped from the spidery webs of a dream that still clung to her. 

His hand came embracing her waist, though, and when he dug his nose into her hair, she heard him inhale deeply.

Which didn't help dampen her desire in the slightest. 

“Good morning,” he rasped, his voice heavy from sleep.

“Morning,” she mumbled back meekly and sucked in some air as she felt his cock press against her backside. She whimpered, rubbing her legs against each other.

Severus hummed, his lips on her neck, the vibrations of his voice causing her skin to pebble. Gods, she loved that man … 

“You were moaning in your sleep,” he informed her.

“'m sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.”

“There are things worse than that. Are you interested in … following that path?”

She smirked when his hand slowly approached the waistband of her knickers. “Well, I guess there are things worse than that …”

“Indeed, there are.” He slipped his fingers between her legs and moaned when he found the traces her dream had left her with. “Must have been a damn good dream,” he commented.

Hermione shifted her leg to give him more access, her breath hitching. She still tried to answer him. “Yes, it … seems it wa-as.” Her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of his lean fingers spreading her juices over her folds and her clit, each touch feeling like a tiny jolt of electricity. “I-I want you,” she breathed. 

“You shall have me.” 

She raised her hips to help him pull down her knickers, and when Severus drew her leg back over his hip, she reached down and guided him into her entrance. They both took a sharp breath as he slipped into her.

“Fuck,” Severus gasped, slowly beginning to move.

Hermione tangled her hand in his hair, pulling his head closer and rolling her hips against him while he sucked at the soft skin of her neck.

“What were you dreaming about?” he whispered.

“Dunno.” Probably something about piss. Everything her brain was spitting out at the moment was. Even now that notion shot into her core and made her twitch around Severus' cock.

“Really?” he drawled, slowing his efforts.

“Yes … um, I forgot when I w-woke up.”

At that, Severus stopped moving entirely. 

Hermione blinked. “What's wrong?”

“I know you're hiding something from me.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “What? I don't know what you're talking about.” She tried to slip away from him, but his grasp around her waist tightened.

“Don't lie to me, Hermione. You're avoiding my eyes, you're avoiding staying here at night, you're avoiding spending time with me at all. You wouldn't even be here now if I hadn't asked you to stay yesterday. You either realised I am not who you want to be with or …”

“No!” she exclaimed, “That's not it! I want to be with you! I love you, Severus …”

“Then what is it?”

She squinted her eyes closed against the thundering of her heart and the heat rising to her cheeks. “I just … found something out about me.”

“What did you find out?”

Against her will, the moment in the forest rose before her mind's eye, and her treacherous core twitched frantically around Severus.

Once again, he hummed. “I see …”

“No! It's …” But she didn't even know how she was supposed to end that sentence.

“You know that you can tell me everything, don't you?”

No, I can't. Not this … 

“Yes.”

Ever so slowly, he began moving again, gliding in and out of her. “Then tell me, Hermione … What is it that you found out about yourself?”

She gasped, mouth wide open, eyes still tightly closed. “I-I … want you … to …”

“Mmhh?” he prompted her when she didn't say anything more.

I want you to piss on me.

Oh gods … She couldn't tell him. It was as if there was a physical barrier stopping her from saying those words out loud. 

She needed something else to tell him! Something less … 

“I want you to come on me,” she blurted before she could stop herself. 

Severus faltered. For several seconds, he was absolutely quiet behind her. Then, “Do you now?”

She gulped. “Yes. I want you to come on my breasts and … my belly and …”

“Your face?” he volunteered.

“No. Not on my face. Just …” 

More seconds passed by agonisingly silent. “As you wish,” he then resolved and slid out of her.

It felt like a loss.

Hermione gulped again, then she braced herself against facing him and turned to her back while Severus was sitting up to skid around, spreading her legs and kneeling between them, his juice-covered cock rearing up. He grasped her thighs and pulled them across his own, looking down at her with a gaze that seemed almost calculating while he slid his hands up her pebbling skin. “Like this?” he asked in a deep voice.

Hermione nodded. “Yes.” Her eyes dropped to his cock and when he closed his fingers around it, she couldn't stop her breath from hitching. 

Maybe it didn't need to be piss. Maybe … 

He began stroking himself, slowly gliding his fist up and down his hard length, watching her squirm. It was the first time he was masturbating before her eyes. And it was the first time she was before his when she couldn't stop her hand from sneaking down to fondle her clit. 

“Mh, yes …” she moaned, panting. 

Severus smirked, his eyes twitching back and forth between her face and her fingers while his free hand was ghosting up and down her thigh. She wondered if he was even aware of what he was doing.

Probably not for his breathing became increasingly more laboured, and since there was little else she loved as much as watching him come, she did exactly that. His fingers curled into her flesh when he eventually stiffened and ropes of cum painted her belly and her breasts, his face contorted into a mask that looked almost as if he was in pain. 

Hermione shuddered from that sight, rubbing herself like mad, but although this, seeing Severus come, was normally a safe bet to make her come as well, it just wouldn't happen today. Her body failed her, leaving her trembling and aching for relief. 

She gave up when Severus came down from his climax, his cum on her skin suddenly turning into a stain of failure. 

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he eventually asked, still slightly out of breath.

Hermione forced a smile. “Yes.”

He narrowed his eyes. “But you did not come.” It wasn't a question.

She looked away, mumbling her “No” like the confession of failure it was.

But when she wanted to lean over to get her wand and remove at least the visible evidence of her pitiable attempt to deceive herself, Severus leaned down to her, his hands digging into the mattress on each side of her head. He caught her lips in a kiss, and it felt like he made an effort to make it clear that it was okay. Still, tears were pricking at the corners of her eyes when he let go of her lips, kissing a trail down to her neck.

His mouth was close to her ear as he rasped, “That is because this was not what you found out about yourself, isn't it, Hermione?”

She sobbed softly, turning her face away. “Please … don't make me say it, Severus, please …”

He pushed up, looking down at her with a furrowed brow. “What do you think will happen if you tell me?”

She sniffled, brushing a tear from her eye. “You would think me disgusting,” she breathed, her face burning.

His dry bout of laughter surprised her. “Why would I think you disgusting when it was me who started this?”

Her brain needed two seconds to catch up with his words. And when it did, she reflexively held her breath and gaped at him. “What do you mean?” she gasped eventually.

Severus cocked an eyebrow. “Do you think it was a coincidence that I chose to relieve myself right before your eyes?”

What the … “No …” You didn't … 

He huffed, sitting back on his legs. “I wanted to see how you would react to it. And at first, I thought you actually might like it.”

She gulped.

“But then you began withdrawing from me, and I thought, maybe I'd ruined it after all.”

“No!” she exclaimed, now sitting up herself, slightly grimacing against the feeling of Severus' cooling cum on her skin. She grabbed her wand and made it disappear. “I was just … I thought I …” She groaned. “I did not see this coming, okay? It feels … sick to like that! I was not ready to find that out about myself …” She threw the wand back onto the nightstand and put her face in her hands. 

But he didn't let her hide from him for long. Gently pulling her hands away, he caught her eyes. “If you think liking this makes you disgusting, then I am disgusting as well.”

It was those words that made her burst into tears, finally succumbing to the tension of the past two weeks, and when Severus pulled her close, wrapping her into a tight embrace, she clung to him as if she'd really almost lost him.

“I'm sorry,” he mumbled, “I didn't think you'd have trouble coming to terms with something like that.”

She found herself laughing all of a sudden. “But you do remember that I always had a tendency to work myself up about mundane things like … I don't know, exams, right?”

He snorted, letting her go, and wiped some tears and a strand of hair from her face. “I remember indeed.”

“And it's not as if you have been all brave and open about this either! Thinking I would leave you because you pissed in front of me? What the hell, Severus?!”

He arched an eyebrow. “And what exactly did you think I would do if you told me about this?”

She felt herself blush. “Well, that's … a whole different thing.”

“Like hell it is …” Before she was able to object, he kissed her again, a tinge of hunger and possessiveness colouring his moan, and withdrawing from her, he hissed, “Say it!”

Hermione gasped, the spark of lust his kiss had ignited falling into her lap as if it had just been waiting for his order. “I … I want you to …” She bit her lip, casting her eyes down and gasping again when she saw that he was half hard. “I want you to piss on me,” she whispered. 

“Yes,” he hummed, urging her back down and following her. He wore a smug smile, when he added, “Good thing I need to piss anyway.”

Hermione shuddered, both from anticipation and the dark baritone of his voice vibrating through her body like the low chime of a church bell. 

And thinking about churches in this hell of a situation made her almost burst into a frenzied giggle. 

But she was able to stop it by pulling Severus down to her, conquering his lips with her own until she felt pleasantly dizzy. “Piss on me,” she repeated, feeling more and more elated in saying these words out loud, a bubbling sensation in her chest turning into sparkling lust gathering between her legs. 

Severus groaned and leaned back, grasping his still-not-fully erect cock and aiming it at her. 

She felt like she was on the brink of fainting, feeling oddly dizzy and hot, the thundering of her pulse whooshing in her ears, while she fixed her eyes on the tip of Severus' cock, waiting for what she had been fantasising about during the last weeks like a lunatic. And luckily, she only had the briefest of seconds to ask herself what she would do if this would prove to be just as disappointing to experience as her pissing in the shower had been. What if fantasising about it was about as exciting as it would become for her? 

A warm stream of piss on her belly cut off all of these second thoughts, though. 

She moaned without meaning to, deeper and louder than she ever had before. Her nipples hardened with a shudder of goosebumps that ran down her spine, her belly was twitching frantically, and she had difficulty breathing. For a second, she met Severus' eyes, and whatever was reflecting in hers was wrenching a gasp from him.

Her fingers crawled back to her clit, briefly being hit by his piss and relishing in it, but before they got there, Severus aimed his stream at that very spot and she cried out in surprise, unprepared for the surge of lust it would give her. She dug her fingers into the sheets and the mattress, both growing increasingly wet under her touch, and prayed that Severus would last just for a second longer, just one more, just … 

Her body exploded in an overwhelming release, her legs trembling from spasms, and on her lips a whine she hadn't seen coming. She forced herself to keep her eyes open, and seeing Severus double over slightly, his stream tapering off when the sight of her seemed to almost make him come himself, was pushing her into another, smaller climax she did not expect. He had to support himself on the inside of her knee, absorbing the sight of her writhing body. 

He whimpered when she eventually came down from her high. “You're killing me …” he mumbled, his face uncharacteristically flushed.

She giggled. “Come here,” she cooed, raising her trembling arms.

And when he did, she reached down to guide his hard member back into her wet folds, just where all of this had started a while ago. 

Severus gasped, squinting his eyes closed, and she drew his face down to kiss him while he was starting thrusting into her, his piss on her now coating his own chest as well, the drenched mattress underneath them such a foreign and yet thrilling sensation that Hermione probably would have come again if Severus would have lasted for more than maybe a minute before he reached his limit, spilling himself into her, his voice cracking mid-moan. 

“Fuck,” he panted.

“Yes,” she purred, pleased and satiated in a way she hadn't expected to feel today.

Severus slumped down beside her and drew her into his arms, his nose nuzzling against her cheek. “What a filthy and depraved thing to enjoy,” he mumbled ironically, kissing her lazily.

She crinkled her nose in an echo of her former embarrassment. “I um … actually think I rather enjoy being filthy and depraved with you.”

He cracked an eye open. “Do you now?”

She felt herself blush. “Yes. But if you don't have other plans in mind, I would also rather vanish the mess we've made. It's getting a bit cold …”

“No more plans,” he said, “I'm done.”

She chuckled and turned around for her wand, but only found his. It tingled in her hand, but when she cast the spell, it obeyed her without missing a beat. She bit her lip, another form of satisfaction spreading in her chest, before she put it away again and snuggled back up to Severus, drawing the thin sheet over them both. 

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About an hour later, Hermione surfaced from the calm slumber she'd fallen into. And for the first time lately, she wasn't woken up by a spicy dream teasing her with what she didn't want to permit herself to feel. 

The sensation that woke her, though, wasn't completely unrelated either. Her bladder … She'd already needed to pee when she'd woken up the first time round, now it was even worse. 

But not unbearable. 

She bit her lip, slightly rubbing her thighs against each other, prompting another sensation that distracted her body for a second. 

“Still not satisfied?” Severus mumbled, grinning slyly even before he opened his eyes.

“No … I mean, yes … I mean …” She sighed, feeling her face heat up. “I need the loo, that's all.” 

“And yet you make no move to go …” His eyes on her felt like a spotlight, hot and unmasking and merciless.

But she wrestled down the bout of shame she was all too ready to fall into. “No,” she breathed instead, her heart beating hard and fast. 

Severus raised his hand and drew a finger through her locks. “Still a quick learner …”

She smiled at the unexpected churn in her stomach and willingly let herself be lured into a languid kiss. Severus' lips against hers, his tongue in her mouth, his taste, his soft moan – all sources of sensations cheating her body into believing she wasn't about to burst. She was panting when he let her go. “How …” she croaked, and after clearing her throat, she began anew, “How did you find out you were into this?”

Severus hummed softly, his lips still cherishing her cheek, her ear lobe, the soft skin underneath. “I noticed that I had a thing for … seeing or hearing other people pee when I was about eleven,” he eventually said, “not necessarily turning me on but always making me hold my breath and … observe. Be it here at Hogwarts in the communal toilets or when … Lily and I were out and about.”

She gulped, her eyes fluttering closed while she imagined a younger Severus peeking at his peers at the urinal or watching Lily squat down to relieve herself. “Did anybody ever catch you?”

“No.” He kissed her cheek again. “And I never interfered with anybody either, just to make that clear. Lily was … quite liberal with things like that. She could never be bothered to head back home just because she needed to pee. And she could never be bothered to hide it from me either.” After a second's hesitation, he added, “We both couldn't.”

Hermione held her breath at those words. So far, Severus had never really talked about Lily or the relationship he'd had with her. He wasn't actively avoiding that topic; the end of the war and some years to settle back into his life had apparently helped him make peace with it. But he'd never broached that topic, and she'd never dared either. 

“You may breathe, Hermione.”

She exhaled with a soft laugh. “Sorry. I just … didn't expect that.”

He harrumphed. “It was never more than that. Just … listening. Peeking. Observing. And I didn't understand why I was so fascinated by the whole thing.” His fingers underneath the thin duvet began stroking down the length of her waist, across her hip and down to her locks, causing shivers to travel across her skin. 

“U-Until?” she eventually prompted him, clenching up against another wave of need.

“Until … a very busy day in the midst of the second war.”

“Oh …” she whispered, uncomfortably hit by a brief echo of memories.

He hummed, halting his movements for a second, probably just as carried back to a past he'd rather forget as her. “It was chaos here at Hogwarts,” he finally went on, “a bunch of issues I had to tend to. And, before I had a chance to take a break, a call from the Dark Lord. It was never a wise decision to make him wait, so I didn't. And occluding my mind was occluding a lot of my bodily needs as well.”

She bit her lip when her mind returned to both the more pleasant topic at hand and her growing need. “Fuck,” she cursed, shoving her hand between her thighs to keep herself from leaking. 

Severus smirked. “This will be fun,” he ascertained and urged her hand away to replace it with his own. 

Hermione moaned involuntarily. His fingers were a bit calloused from his work and firmer than hers. They always felt absolutely delicious against her flesh. “What h-happened then?” she mumbled, spreading her legs a bit and pressing down hard against him.

“The Dark Lord bored us to death with one of his speeches. The purity of blood, the need to resist, thinking of the children!” He breathed out heavily, either from his memory or because he liked what he felt between her thighs – which was a growing pool of lust. 

Probably the latter since he now slipped two fingers into her, teasing that delicious spot there while simultaneously massaging her clit with his palm. 

Hermione whined, completely robbed of any dignity within seconds.

He chuckled and his voice was deeper when he continued, “It took him about two hours to say fuck all and dismiss us and I was livid with that waste of time when I left Malfoy Manor to return to the castle." He took a trembling breath and enunciated every single syllable of his next words, his mouth right at her ear. "I did not think about my need before I Disapparated.”

Hermione whimpered.

“And when I came here …”

She inhaled shakily, her heart fluttering against her ribs in anticipation of what he would say next while he gently dragged his fingers across her inside, making her shudder and squirm from both her arousal and her skyrocketing need. 

It was his whispered words that made her bite down hard on her lip. 

“… I started to piss before I even got my bearings.”

“Ughnngh,” she moaned, grasping his arm as if she needed something to hold onto, turning her face to him and meeting his eyes blearily. “You wet yourself?”

“I did. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.”

“Fuck …” Her inner muscles were dancing around his fingers and she was unable to lie still any longer. Her legs moved on their own accord, her pulse throbbing in her cheeks. 

“Indeed,” he rasped, and it was that rasp in his voice that made her aware of his own lust. Only then did she notice his cock pressing against her thigh, only then did she notice his own tiny movements to generate some friction.

“Wh-what did you do?” she practically pleaded to go on. She needed to know! She needed to come and to pee and to come, but first and foremost, she needed to know and was sure that the latter would bring her the former as well.

“Nothing. I let it happen. And it felt … so … good …” His words brushed her ear, his voice failing as if he was back in that moment, experiencing that glorious moment of relief after a whole day of holding it. “I was hard within seconds,” he went on, both his hand and his hip moving faster, “my soaked trousers clinging to my legs and my cock and I … I began to palm myself through the fabric.”

“You did-didn't get … it out?” she stammered, meeting his hand with her own thrusts and amplifying the friction against his cock until he gasped.

“No. I wanted to feel them, my piss-soaked clothes. And they felt … delicious against my prick, Hermione. They felt so good …”

She whimpered. “I know,” she breathed.

Severus' breath hitched when he understood what she was implying. Then he clicked his tongue. “We've been experimenting …”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, I … oh God …” She shuddered from her own memory. “I was … I was holding it and … didn't m-make it to-to the loo after …” She gulped, yelping against another stab of her bladder. “… after class and I … I wet myself right then and there, b-barely made it until my students left.”

This time, it was Severus who shuddered from her words. “Did you get yourself off?”

“Yes …”

“Shit …”

“Mhh,” she moaned, curling her fingers into his arm while their mutual movements rocked her body. “I-I need to pee so badly, Severus …”

“Then do it.”

“I don't think I can, I … I need to come so badly as well, I …” She buried her face against his neck when tears sprang to her eyes from the overwhelming sensations surging up in her body. And when she felt herself leak into his hand, she arched her back as if there were a string attached to her stomach.

“I will make you,” Severus promised, “come and piss.”

“Please … pleasepleaseplease …” Because she couldn't take this a single second longer.

And her body could neither; Severus keened when a spurt of piss leaked into his hand, his cock hard like a broom as he was rubbing himself against her thigh and his thumb over her sensitive clit. “Come for me,” he purred and merely a few seconds later, his teasing pushed her over an edge that promised to turn her into a sobbing mess of a woman.

And he did not only that, he also took his other hand to press down hard on her lower stomach, causing piss to shoot out of her, robbing her of the last strands of her frayed control.

Hermione cried in both agony and relief, bucking against Severus as if she were having a seizure, crying and sobbing and shuddering and twitching until the world surrounding her disappeared and she was left with only her indescribable relief. Her piss was going everywhere, between her thighs, into the mattress, up Severus' hand and onto her belly, pooling in her navel and soaking through the duvet covering them. She was still pissing when she was coming down from her climax and Severus' hand was still pressed against her quim although he didn't move anymore either and was panting heavily instead. 

“Fuck,” she mumbled, trying to stop her flow but finding herself unable to. “I-I can't stop.”

“Then don't,” he replied matter-of-factly. 

And so she relaxed and gave in to the needs of her body until her bladder was empty, what felt like half an eternity later. She slumped down, totally spent. “Holy shit …”

Severus chuckled, then he caught her swollen lips, and while he kissed her hungrily, he slipped his fingers out of her and gave her folds a gentle swipe goodbye – for now. “I knew this would be fun,” he ascertained with a smug grin.

And she burst into a giggle.

Chapter Text

The week before the end-of-year exams was a different kind of exhausting. The students bombarded her with the normally almost unheard of big five – why, how, what, when, where –, they were unusually attentive, borderline anxious even, and the bell announcing the end of class had suddenly lost its effect on them – they just kept asking and fretting away.

Hermione closed her eyes when the last of her fourth years had finally left the classroom to scurry down for lunch, and let her head fall back, rubbing her aching neck. 

A kingdom for a little tryst with Severus … 

But they both had classes until five o'clock, he because he was teaching a major subject, she because she'd been so foolish to offer some rehearsal classes before the exams.

Really, as if it was her problem that her students normally used the class to take a nap!

Oh, well … 

She sorted her papers and set the tables and chairs straight with a flick of her wand before she left the classroom as well – only to spot Severus a little way down the hall, scowling at everybody who dared to look at him. 

When he got aware of her, though, the scowl gave way for a wicked little grin, his head nodding at a door close to him, prompting her body to release a delicious bout of excitement.

Thank God for this man!

She bit her lip, glancing up and down the corridor, but the students were all gone by now and so she hurried to him, stepping through the door he was holding open for her without taking her eyes off his.

“A supply closet?” she giggled when the door clicked shut and several glowing balls rose from the tip of his wand to bath them in a warm shimmer of light.

“Do you prefer being interrupted by over-zealous students?”

She barely managed to whisper “No” before his lips were on hers, positively ravaging her mouth. 

Hermione moaned, stumbling backwards until her back hit a wall, and fumbled for her wand to silently ward and lock the door lest some over-zealous caretaker interrupted them. But her wand almost slipped her when Severus found his way underneath her blouse and eagerly rubbed her breasts through the fabric of her bra.

“How did you know I need you?” she breathed, arching her neck for his lips.

He faltered. “I didn't,” he then rasped.

A warm trickle bubbled down her stomach when the meaning of his words sunk into her brain. So she wasn't the only one of them feeling needy today … 

She combed her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back until she was able to kiss him again, hungrily and maybe a tad bit too desperate. 

He moaned throatily, pulling back and leaning his forehead against hers, panting, “Please tell me you have to piss …”

She huffed a laugh while her heart skipped a beat and her cheeks grew hot; talking about it so openly still felt a bit odd. And oddly exciting. She cast down her eyes as if to hide the spark of arousal that hit her core. “I do,” she whispered. Quite urgently, in fact. She'd planned to stop by the loo before she went down for lunch. Well, seemed like she'd get the former but would have to skip the latter. No big loss … 

“Thank fuck,” Severus moaned, then he kissed her again while fumbling to open his trousers and free his cock.

“What have the students done to you, darling?” she smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Don't ask. Dunderheads, all of them …” It was a growl prompting the fine hairs on her arms to stand on end.

“Aww, poor man,” she grinned. “That deserves a treat. So, do you want it with my knickers on or off?” she murmured, gathering up her skirt. 

“Off. I want to feel you. I need … to feel you … Hermione.” Her name rolled off his tongue like a plea for salvation and her inner muscles twitched in response. 

“You will,” she whispered, shimmying out of her knickers and kicking them away.

The next moment, Severus grasped her bum with both hands and pressed his hard-on between her legs. They gasped in unison. 

God, she needed this. Him. His hard length pressing against her wet folds, his strangled breath at her ear, his scent in her nose, his firm fingers digging into her bum and his almost silent “Please, Hermione …” like the fragile touch of a summer breeze in her hair. 

She slung her arms around his neck and stilled, concentrating on letting go. But although her bladder was throbbing already and although it wouldn't be the first time she was pissing in his presence or even on him, she needed what felt like an eternity until the first droplets trickled from her urethra.

Severus inhaled sharply when it happened, when the first splash of her hot piss met his cock. And she could positively feel him vibrate from the need to move, to thrust between her legs and into the warm wetness she was creating, but he held back. He curled his fingers into the soft flesh of her bum, his head hidden against her neck, and held back until she'd finally managed to let it flow freely.

“Okay,” she whispered and received a soft whimper as an answer before he began to move his hips, rubbing himself against her quim, panting and moaning and shuddering from her piss showering his cock and probably his trousers, soaking through the fabric and wetting his legs as it was wetting hers. 

“So good,” he mumbled, “you feel so good, so … so hot and …” He ended in a hitching intake of breath that wrought a small sob from her throat. 

Really, how was it possible that this was so soft and so hot at the same fucking time?! She was salivating down there, Severus' cock sheathed between her inner folds, pressing and sliding against her entrance and her urethra, while she was pushing down to strengthen her stream, giving him as strong a sensation as possible while she herself was mesmerised by the tickling rivulets streaming down her legs and into her shoes, the wetness building up between their bellies and the sweet release she was growing more and more addicted to. 

And thinking about the possibility that someone was passing by this supply room just now, while she was relieving herself on Severus, wetting both of them and showering the floor, was only giving her another kick. 

As was the sound he made deep in his throat when he came, stiffening all of a sudden, pressing himself even harder against her before he began to shudder and bit into her neck as if he were a vampire searching for blood. She could feel his cum build up between her cheeks until it was too much and slid down her legs, following the trails of her piss.

When he came down from his high, trembling and shifting his feet to not lose his balance, her stream tapered off. Hermione kissed his neck and pulled his head up, trailing her lips across his chin and cheek until she found his lips. He returned her kiss languidly, still a bit dazed from his climax. “Are you all right?” she mumbled eventually.

“Yes,” he panted, “thank you.”

“It was my pleasure,” she grinned.

He moaned again, just as if he had a hard time believing that this was happening and that she was enjoying this as much as he did. 

At least that thought was crossing her mind right now. She wouldn't ever have dreamt of him being into this peculiar kink, of them being able to share this pleasure she hadn't even been aware she could feel. 

His next kiss distracted her, though. He had obviously noticed that she hadn't come yet since he replaced his softening cock with his adept fingers. “Fancy a shower as well?” he asked when she gave a little yelp at his touch. 

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered, grasping his shoulders just as tightly as he'd grasped her bum mere minutes ago. 

Severus pulled back his middle and reached down between them, probably angling himself to hit her just right. And while she was squirming in anticipation, she was also relieved to notice that he as well needed a moment until he could let go.

And when he did, it happened with a nearly silent gasp that hit her like a physical touch. 

She untangled her fingers from his shoulder and reached down herself, correcting his angle until his hot stream met first her folds, and when she spread them, her clit right on. She whined, biting down hard on her lip when her legs began trembling. Ugh, this felt so good, so bloody, bloody perfect …

Holy shit, why does this feel so bloody good?

And coming from this alone … She wanted that again. Another orgasm like she had the other day.

She rocked her hips against his stream, there was nothing she could do about it, and when he conquered her mouth again, when his piss trickled down her legs like her own had minutes ago, when Severus muttered a small “Fuck!” and had to steady himself again to keep them both upright, she felt like she might explode any second.

“More,” she whispered frantically, “more, more!”

But instead of getting harder, his stream slowly tapered off. 

She mewled in disappointment. 

“I'm sorry,” Severus whispered.

Hermione rubbed her wet thighs against each other, desperately seeking some friction that wasn't her fingers on her clit; she wasn't sure if she could bear any finger on that over-sensitive spot right now. “Please tell me you're hard again,” she whispered, mimicking his initial plea.

“I am, almost, you're just so hot, oh God …” His breath brushed her cheek and she rubbed her nose against his before she kissed him again, letting go of herself to grope for his cock and help him get fully hard again. 

Severus gasped in shock as she found him. 

“I need you! Inside me, Severus. I need you to … to come in me. To fill me, do you understand?”

His answer was a throaty groan and a twitch of his cock in her hand. Then he grasped her legs and with a squelching sound, Hermione lifted her right foot from the ground and guided Severus into her soaked entrance.

She gave a soft cry when he slid into her, and when he lifted her other leg as well, she crossed them behind him, clinging to his neck while he began pounding into her. 

Each thrust wrought a soft cry from her when his wiry hair rubbed against her clit, the need building up inside her like a vice tightening around her core, and Severus' grunts only seemed to cheer her on. 

Until there was a shake on the door.

Severus flinched violently and she slipped a bit from his hip when he pulled his hand up to muffle her cries while he stilled abruptly.

Hermione moaned in frustration. Whoever was on the other side of the door, they couldn't hear them! She'd warded the fucking door! And she needed to fucking come already!

She began rocking against Severus as much as she could and softly bit down on his finger until he drew his hand away. “It's fine,” she panted, “I warded the door, they – can't – hear – us.”

“Thank fuck,” he whispered again and finally, finally resumed where he'd stopped.

The next shake made her yelp from adrenaline flooding her system, yet another thrill she hadn't seen coming but she was beyond caring at the moment. Severus' cock against her sensitive flesh, the cooling of their mingled piss on her heated skin, his grunts, the scent of fresh sweat mixed with the distinct smell of piss, the sloshing of her toes in her soaked shoes – everything was building the lust back up inside her and she heard herself moan as loudly as never before until the last moan turned into a prolonged whine when a final thrust finally pushed her over the edge. 

For a moment, white noise filled Hermione's ears and she hovered in a state of bliss, holding her breath, her eyes squeezed shut.

Then it all came rushing back to her and she almost began crying from the abundance of sensations rocking her body. She clung to Severus, her whimpers muffled against his neck, and felt him come again, this time deeply buried in her, and holy shit, did she love the feeling of his cum spreading in her! The warm mix of lust and triumph and completion and bonding. It was spiralling her high and higher up her peak even though they were in a bloody supply closet, only stealing a break between classes. Her legs were beginning to cramp and her arms were going numb from clinging to Severus and both of them were soaked in piss and yet …

Bloody perfect.

How was this even possible?!

Well, whatever it was, she almost collapsed when Severus tried to put her back down on her own feet eventually. “Fuck,” she whispered, still panting, and only forgave him for chuckling because he kept her from falling into the puddle surrounding them. 

“You all right?” he asked in a deep voice.

“I guess so.”

“Good. Because I think we have another two or three minutes to get out of here before Argus comes back with someone to open that door for him.”

“Bugger …” 

But since Severus was right, she fumbled for her wand and together they began casting charms and spells to cleanse themselves, the supply room and their clothes, freshen up the air, Accio her knickers and remove the physical traces of their little tryst as good as possible before they checked if the hall outside was clear (which it was). Her legs still a bit wobbly, they sneaked away before anybody noticed them. 

“Best lunch break ever,” she mumbled before she reached up to kiss Severus goodbye.

He smirked smugly, like a promise for tonight.

She sighed, watching him leave. This would be a long afternoon … 

Chapter Text

Crossing the castle in a calm and unobtrusive manner was harder than expected with a bladder as full as Honeydukes during Christmas sale.

And she had been so reckless to fetch herself another coffee right before her last exam had begun. 

Stupid mistake, stupid, stupid mistake … 

But she had plans. And her plans required a full bladder. 

Plus she loved it. The stings of her need that felt like arousal, the thrill of almost losing control in front of a whole class of fifth-years, her mind wandering to what she would do with Severus later – she had soaked through her knickers without leaking even once.

Part of her was convinced, though, that something would punish her for this little game she was playing like a gambler on withdrawal. Minerva wanting to talk about some administrative bit, Peeves, students getting into a fight about nothing, Peeves, Sybill telling her about her latest prediction, or bloody Peeves!

But no. She reached her destination without any obstacle and – most importantly – without a leak. But there was a thin layer of sweat covering her forehead when she threw the door shut behind her and a particular violent sting of her bladder forced her to cross her legs against the need to let go. She whined softly and slumped against the door, twitching her wand to ward it.

When she looked up, she met Severus' eyes. He was sitting at his desk, a mischievous grin tugging at his mouth. “Any … urgent matter, Professor Granger?” he drawled.

Heat flooded her cheeks but not from embarrassment. She was far beyond embarrassment already and so she didn't hesitate to clamp her hand between her legs to stifle a desperate spurt of piss that was trying to escape her strung-up muscles. Her skin pebbled from the cool dungeon air and the delicious sensation. “Probably …” she mumbled and worried her lip until she felt halfway back in control. 

“My, my … If only there was anything I could do to help you …” He leaned back in his chair, his grin widening into a smirk, and put his left elbow on the armrest, idly rubbing his fingers against each other.

“Maybe you can,” she piped back, “Do you happen to know where I can find the nearest … place of relief?”

“As it happens … I do.” Without taking his eyes off her, he pushed his chair back with a creak.

Hermione huffed a laugh. Ugh, she loved it when he was following her script. And although she was a bit wobbly on her legs when she pushed off the door, she passed the rows of empty chairs and tables with at least as much dignity as she'd crossed the whole bloody castle.

Without a single fucking leak! 

There was a tinge of desperation lingering in the air, though, and she wondered if it was hers or if it was the students', a testimony of their struggling through Severus' exams.

Anyway … Reaching him, she gathered up her skirt and straddled Severus, looking down at him and feeling like she was suddenly partaking in foreplay that entirely took place between their eyes alone.

But another bout of need caused by her now exposed position put an end to that. She hissed, squeezing his eyes shut and seeking support on Severus' shoulders.

“Mhh, so desperate already?” he hummed.

“Yes,” she sighed, “I'm so, so desperate, I can't …” Her voice faded, silenced by the effort to not leak. And when she rubbed herself against the growing bulge in Severus' trousers, she elicited a soft moan from him.

His hands on her hips stilled her, though, and when she blinked, his eyes seemed to have darkened considerably. He held her gaze while he sneaked a hand underneath her skirt and drew his finger across her knickers. Her breath hitched and he smirked when he withdrew his hand and once again rubbed his fingers against each other, finding them damp. “Did you leak?”

“No,” she breathed.

He clicked his tongue. “So you have been fantasising about this all while your students were brooding over their exams?”

“Yes,” she whined, pressing her crotch harder against Severus. She needed some bloody friction to -

“Fuck!”

A spurt of piss wet her knickers and probably the first layer of Severus' trousers as well but she suspected that it hadn't been enough for him to feel it. 

She, however, felt something – his cock twitch underneath her. 

He exhaled slowly, his eyes hooded. “That's it,” he murmured, “losing control … Do you enjoy it?”

Hermione nodded, squirming on his lap. “Yes. It feels so good …” Her voice was barely more than a whisper and she briefly wondered if she was hurting him with her fingers clawing into his shoulders but the thought disappeared as quickly as it had come. She needed to pee! And every single second longer that she forbade herself to let go was both pure agony and pure bliss at once. 

“Hold it,” he suddenly ordered.

She gasped. “I-I can't …”

“You can. Ten more seconds.”

She whimpered, pressing down hard against the seam of his fly, trying to angle it just right.

“Seven,” he counted, “six, five -”

Hermione cried out when another spurt leaked from her urethra.

“Two, one …”

She held her breath, waiting for him to give her his go.

But he didn't. 

He smirked when she blinked. 

“Severus, please …” She was close to crying, her body trembling from the effort to not – let – go!

Severus reached up and traced his finger down her cheek. “You want my permission?”

She nodded fervently.

“Mhh.”

“Please, please, please …”

Severus caught her face and made her look him in the eye. There was at least as much lust reflecting in his as there had to be agony in hers and maybe, maybe this wasn't a challenge just for her. Maybe he was forbidding himself his release just as much as he was forbidding her hers. 

Or maybe, he was just playing games.

“No.”

She whined, a tear actually trailing down her face now. 

Severus pulled her down to kiss her, briefly and passionately. “Wait for the moment you lose control,” he said in a low hum, “and savour it.”

Hermione wailed softly, rocking her body back and forth, her heart thumping wildly against her ribs. And although she felt like she couldn't take this a single second longer, said second just ticked away and she was still holding what felt like several gallons of piss in her aching bladder. 

Was this how Severus had felt right before he'd wet himself for the first time? 

But no. He'd said that he'd occluded so hard that he hadn't felt his need until his bladder had just given in. 

Oh god, how she wished she could occlude!

And then again … 

No. She wanted this. She wanted the need, the spurts, the desperation. Her thumping heart and the sweat blossoming all over her face. Severus' laboured breathing and his rock-hard cock against her salivating quim, sheathed in several layers of damp fabric. She wanted all of this.

And most of all, she wanted the moment her body forced her to give up.

The moment her muscles relaxed on their own accord.

The moment she lost control and turned into a whimpering mass of trembling woman, slumping against Severus because she just had no strength anymore to keep herself upright. 

And it felt exactly as glorious as Severus had said. 

The second her bliss-tinged agony turned into pure bliss wrought a sob of relief from her throat. It was so intense that she needed several seconds until she noticed her hot piss flooding everything underneath her.

This time, Severus did feel it. And he answered her shower with a throaty moan and bucking hips, his arms slung around her chest, his face buried in her hair. He was mumbling something but she couldn't understand him. And even if she had been able to understand him, she wasn't sure she'd have been able to register his words. Her whole being was so focussed on what was happening between her legs, that everything else just floated by. 

The first sensation penetrating this nebulous state of relief was Severus' gasp when he came. She knew this gasp, she would recognise it between thousands, and it would always soak into her brain just as her piss was soaking through their clothes. 

Only when Severus relaxed, she became aware of the rivulets streaming down the chair. It wasn't even a dribble, it was literal rivulets and she still wasn't done emptying her bladder. She experimentally tried to stop her flow or at least slow it down, but no chance. 

“It feels so good,” she whispered close to Severus' ear, “Oh god …”

He hummed in response, hugging her closer to his chest and holding her while she was going through one of the most overwhelming experiences post-war. 

When the rivulets finally became dribbles and eventually stopped completely, she was completely limp at Severus' shoulder.

“You all right?” he asked.

“Guess so,” she mumbled and slowly sat up. 

A serious expression was edged onto Severus' face. “Are you in pain?” 

“No. Why?”

“Holding your urine until your body absolutely can't take it anymore can cause damage to your bladder. You might need a potion later.”

“Oh. Okay.” She felt fine now. More than that, to be honest. Absolutely relaxed and at ease, a bit sleepy – and a bit uncomfortable in her soaked clothes. 

Apparently, Severus felt the same for he reached for his wand and let her mess disappear. 

Hermione clicked her tongue. “This would only be half as exciting if we'd have to clean up afterwards.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Discovering new perks of being a witch?”

“Oh, absolutely!”

“Mhh. And did this witch have an orgasm?” he probed further.

She pursed her lips. “No. I don't think my body would have been able to climax.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Is it now?”

She sat back on his lap. “I don't know.” She frowned, trying to get a feel for how her body was coping with what she'd just done. She was still wet and there was a soft hum of arousal lingering in her crotch. She looked back at Severus who was watching her expectantly. “No other way than trying,” she concluded and leaned forwards to kiss him.

He moaned softly, his hands roaming across her back and eventually gripping her bum to pull her closer. At her soft yelp, he ended the kiss. “Turn around and take your knickers off.”

“What are you planning?” she asked but didn't wait for his answer before she got up. She had to support herself on his desk because her legs had gone mostly numb and Severus helped her shimmy out of her knickers before he pulled her back onto his lap so that her back was against his chest. 

“Put your feet against the edge of the desk,” he ordered, “and spread your legs.”

She did as he told her, her breath already quickening. She liked where this was heading. And when he sneaked a hand around her waist and down between her legs, she gasped in excitement. “Mhh, yes,” she mumbled. 

And could literally feel Severus smirk against her neck. “You like this?” he teased while he was slowly circling her clit.

“Yes.” Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned her head back on his shoulder, bracing herself harder against his desk and wrapping her fingers around the armrests of his chair. 

She inhaled sharply when he dipped two fingers into her and curled them against that sensitive spot that always made her feel like she needed to pee. 

She'd never relished that feeling as much as she did now. 

“Good?”

“Perfect!” she reassured him, squirming a bit against his hand. 

And then her world sunk in bliss again, making her forget the trembling of her strained muscles, completely trusting Severus to hold her and satiate another need of her that was building up like the low drum of a bass guitar, vibrating through every cell of her body. 

Severus' breathing puffed against her sweaty skin, slowly accelerating, but in this position, she couldn't feel if he was getting hard again. She liked to imagine he did, liked to believe that she was able to turn him on all over again by just sitting on his lap and offering him her dripping wet core. 

Soon her gasping became moans, then soft yelps whenever he hit that spot inside of her. “Oh fuck,” she mumbled at one point.

“What is it?”

“I-I … I think I need to pee again.”

“No, you don't,” he mumbled back but didn't elaborate on that. 

Hermione, however, was too high from the climax which was ticking closer with every twitch of her inner muscles to probe further. She only knew that she felt as if she needed to piss, urgently! And that she couldn't care less. She'd just pissed all over his lap, he wouldn't mind whatever her body decided to do next. 

And so she let go again. Gave up any resistance against whatever would happen and let herself fall head-first into a climax that her body wasn't able to ride out as fervently as it wanted to but that was mind-blowing all the same.

Probably because she indeed started pissing again and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

At least it felt like pissing.

At least there was a sloshing sound and a guttural moan from Severus in response, dragging her orgasm out for a few seconds longer.

Her feet threatened to slip from the desk when she slumped again but somehow Severus managed to lean back even further and brace his own feet against the edge so that she could relax on him without risking to just melt to the ground. 

“You are amazing,” he said in a raspy voice and when he withdrew his hand from between her legs, she blinked. 

Just in time to see him lick his fingers.

She gasped.

And he eyed her as good as he could from this angle. 

“Did you … just taste my piss?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Would you mind?”

“I …” She faltered. Would she? “No … I guess …” She'd just never thought about it. And she wasn't keen on doing it herself, neither with her own piss nor with his. But if he liked it … 

“Good,” he drawled. “But I did not, in fact, taste your piss. You didn't piss, you squirted.”

“Did I?”

He hummed in confirmation. “And it tastes divine …”

“Huh …” Apparently, her body wasn't done surprising her yet. 

Silence descended, weaving them into a cosy cocoon for a couple of minutes while Severus idly circled his fingers on her belly. Then he asked, “So, did I wear you out so much that I need to carry you into my quarters or will you be able to walk on your own?”

She huffed. “I honestly don't know.” She wriggled her feet. “Maybe I'll manage …”

He kissed her temple. “Good.”

“Just … five more minutes, yeah?” She was just too comfy to get up already. 

And since Severus didn't object he was apparently able to stay like this for a little while longer.

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Severus hadn't told her what he was doing. 

The summer hols had begun and Minerva had asked Severus if he, as deputy, could stay at Hogwarts in her stead this year since she had some business to attend to. And since Hermione had no major plans for the summer either, she'd decided to stay as well. 

It was quiet in the castle, eerily so – and exciting. Apart from Argus Filch and Hagrid, there was no one else here and even Hagrid would leave soon to visit Madame Maxime. She felt strangely free and a bit giddy thinking about all the things they could do.

And where they could do them.

But today they were in the lab, Severus brewing some potions to stock up the infirmary, and she in an armchair reading. She'd offered him to help but he'd declined. And because she was really interested in her book and Severus hadn't told her what he was doing it took her quite some time to notice. 

His first instances of laboured breathing went completely over her head. 

His discreet squirming did as well. 

In fact, it was the beginning twinges of her own bladder about an hour later that made her surface from her reading haze and when she looked up blinking, she found him bracing his hands against his lab table. “What's wrong, darling?” she asked.

“Nothing.” He straightened back up and returned to his potion, Skele-Gro if she wasn't mistaken.

Hermione glanced at the clock. Half past four. And as far as she remembered, he hadn't been to the bathroom since getting up at around eight this morning. She clicked her tongue. “You need the loo, don't you?” The corners of her mouth were twitching.

He was shaking his head no just when his body forced him to clench his legs – and hadn't he been busy stirring the potion while he was trickling some ground seashells into it, he would probably have grabbed his cock instead. 

She grinned, folding her book shut. “No need to deny it. You're so desperate that it probably is a matter of minutes until you start leaking.”

He shot her an annoyed glance. “I won't leak.”

“You sure? You drank quite a lot of coffee this morning.” 

She watched him clench his teeth, his jaw muscles bulging. 

“And a good amount of water.” 

His lips thinned while he was stirring the Skele-Gro like mad. 

“And working with potions and liquids aaaall this time …” she piped.

“Stop it!” he hissed, the stirring rod clinking against the cauldron when he needed to grab himself. 

Hermione chuckled, slightly squirming in her chair, both from her need and her arousal. “Why should I? Isn't this exactly what you were planning? Why didn't you tell me, by the way?”

He huffed. “Having you watch me, squirming in that chair of yours, dripping wet from arousal and anticipation, is distracting, even for me.”

She pursed her lips and cocked her head until she could glance past the table leg hiding his crotch from her view. His visibly bulged crotch. “I don't think it is my arousal that is the problem …”

He curled his lip but he had no choice – if he wanted to finish the potion without ruining it in the last stage of brewing, he had to let go of his cock. “Bloody hell …” he mumbled, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead.

Hermione hummed softly. “Wouldn't it be the best – delicious – feeling to let go now, darling?”

A strangled sound escaped his tightly closed lips. His hand was trembling when he reached for the rod. 

“Well, don't let my presence stop you,” she cooed, “I would love a demonstration of how you discovered this particular kink of yours …”

“I bet you would,” he snarled but it was all bark no bite; in fact, his eyes were glinting like she'd only ever seen them glint when he was tremendously enjoying himself.

She bit her lip. Damn, this was hot … Watching him fight his own need, his cock probably as hard as a broom both because his bladder was crying for release and because he was turned on like hell, caused her fanny to throb frantically. “Maybe I should come and help you then,” she mused and she didn't know what it was, her proposal itself or the soft trembling of her voice, but it elicited a soft gasp from Severus, his face contorted in an agonised mask.

She got up and sauntered to him, putting her hands on his back, feeling his shoulder blades work underneath her palms before she slowly slid them downwards. Severus stiffened but when she reached around him and tightly grabbed his cock through the fabric of his trousers, he shuddered. “Does this feel good?” she breathed close to his ear.

He harrumphed but she felt the tiny thrusts against her hand that he couldn't completely suppress. 

Hermione slowly sneaked to his left side, one hand still firmly pressing against the hard bulge in his trousers, the other one kneading his buttock. 

“Stop … distracting me,” he mumbled.

“No.” She moved her hand against his cock, causing his legs to almost give way underneath him.

“Fuck …” Bracing himself against the table, he lowered his head between his arms, exhaling a trembling breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck …”

“Just let go, my love.”

For some seconds he was just breathing, then he shook his head. “No. First the potion.” Taking a deep breath, he straightened back up and focussed on the Skele-Gro, a crease of determination edged between his eyebrows.

“Are you occluding?” she inquired.

“Hell yes,” he huffed, “I won't start this stuff all over again.”

“Well, then …” She motioned to remove her hand from his crotch, her lips pursed, but Severus grabbed her arm.

“Don't.” He didn't look at her, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. 

This time it was her shuddering from his sight. God, she was so doomed … “Fine.”

And so Severus proceeded to complete the potion while she was languidly massaging his cock, trying to keep her own arousal to herself when he needed to lean his hip against the tabletop to not lose his balance. Her pleasuring him seemed to break through his Occlumency – if he even tried to distance himself from that. He was panting softly, his face switching from deep concentration to utter lust within seconds, moving his lips in words too strong to keep to himself and too weak to say out loud. 

Hermione was worrying her lip while she watched him. Gods, she wanted to rip those clothes off him and have him piss on her or pound into her, she had a hard time deciding. Maybe first the former and the then latter. Yes, that sounded about perfect, even her fanny was agreeing enthusiastically. Her face was burning, her heart thumping wildly and she whimpered involuntarily when her bladder gave a sharp twinge of need, causing her to cross her legs. 

“For fuck's sake,” Severus breathed, noticing her desperation from the corner of his eye.

“How much longer is the potion going to take?”

“Two minutes.”

“Fuck.”

He uttered a strangled laugh – but stopped it immediately, groaning. And a second later, Hermione felt why. He had leaked, dampness was spreading across her palm. 

“I win,” she grinned.

“Minx.”

By the time he pushed the potion off the fire, a pearl of sweat was running down his temple and the lab felt like a sauna although it probably wasn't. It probably was just her need and his adding to both their arousal and the excruciating desperation they were harbouring and nourishing as if there was a pot of gold waiting for them at the end of it. 

Well … It was gold if you squinted … 

“I'm done,” he panted, “I made it. I'm done …”

“Mhh, yes, you are,” she hummed, taking his left hand from the edge of the table so she was able to slip in front of him. She reached her free hand up and brushed his hair from his face, catching his eyes. “And now … drop your Occlumency and let go, my love.” She leaned closer. “Get that release you deserve …” Then she kissed him and took her hand from his cock. 

Severus shuddered violently, moaning against her lips when the flood he'd been holding finally broke free. Hermione slung her arms around his chest to keep him upright and it was only seconds until she heard the splattering of his piss on the floor. She urged her knee between his legs, inhaling sharply at the sensation of his hot piss soaking through her trousers, and carefully nudged his crotch.

Severus yelped, briefly biting down on her lip, but then he took up her offer and rubbed himself against her thigh, his hot breath brushing her cheek before he lowered his head onto her shoulder, grunting and panting towards a climax he'd waited eight bloody hours for. 

Hermione closed her eyes, the edge of the table pressing into her back, and tangled her hand into his hair when she as well lost control over her bladder. Feeling his piss running down her leg, hearing it pour onto the floor, being witness to his giving in to a need larger than him … It was just too much. “Ahh, I-I cannot hold it anymore,” she whimpered when the first droplets trickling from her urethra grew into a spurt and then into a constant stream.

“Fuck,” he whispered, followed by a hitching breath that rushed down her spine like a hot ice cube. He shifted his leg until he was able to urge his knee against her middle just as she was urging hers against his and their mutual rubbing against each other, tangled limbs and desperate moans, probably was one of the strangest intercourses Hermione had ever had … 

… but it was also one of the best. 

She curled her nails into Severus' scalp when she tumbled over the edge moaning and whining, her feet slightly skidding on the wet floor. 

But Severus' arms on each of her sides stabilised her, a tower of strength when her body was trembling and twitching through wave after wave of toe-curling lust. Only when she came down from her high did he slightly increase his pressure on her thigh and eventually stiffened himself before he shuddered through a mighty orgasm that seemed to never end. He went from holding his breath to exhaling raggedly to sucking in some air, his fingernails scratching across the tiled surface of the lab table, whimpering as if he were in pain and not bouncing off the pillars of lust like a pinball. He was panting violently when his high was slowly tapering off, his head still on her shoulder. 

“Are you all right?” she mumbled eventually, combing her fingers through his hair. 

“Ask me again later,” he huffed. And with a second's delay, he added, “I'm not even done pissing …”

“Well, then …” She smiled when he raised his head, looking at her questioningly. 

“God, I love you,” he mumbled and kissed her hungrily, moaning when his piss began streaming down her leg anew. 

Hermione returned his moan, sadly too spent to come yet again but enjoying the sensation nonetheless. “I love you too,” she breathed when he briefly broke their kiss, his eyes tightly closed, lost in the relief of finally being able to let go completely. 

When he was done at last, he leaned his forehead against hers. “I don't deserve you …”

She smiled wistfully. “Yes, you do.” Groping for his wand, she kissed him again and vanished the mess they'd made with a tiny twitch and a silent Evanesco. Then she aimed at the armchair and turned it into a couch big enough for him to lie down on it. Since he was still bracing himself against the table, she assumed he'd need it. “Come,” she cooed and led him over, sitting down first and guiding his head into her lap. 

“I have potions to brew …” he protested without any emphasis.

“Sure you do,” she replied, “but you also have a holiday to savour so shut up, will you?”

He harrumphed but kept his eyes closed while she began drawing her fingers through his slightly greasy hair, relishing his weight on her legs and the sight of his totally relaxed and positively exhausted face. Maybe he would slumber away a bit, just as she had the other day in his classroom, lying on him like a crashed pancake. And maybe she would wake him up later with her hand in his trousers, rubbing him off again.

Yes, that sounded about perfect. Her fanny agreed.

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It was all because of Lavender and her hen do and Hermione didn't even know why she'd been invited in the first place. Lavender had never been that fond of her, really, but the fact that she was marrying Ron after all might have had a say in her decision to send her an invitation. 

And Hermione had become too spiteful to not accept it. 

Yes, she probably would have a miserable evening, stuck between a bunch of giggling women – but so would Lavender having her fiancé's ex around. 

Tit for tat, Lav-Lav, tit for tat … 

The evening began in the Leaky Caldron where they tossed down some shots, enhancing the giggles and squeals to a maximum, then they crashed Diagon Alley, informing everyone who wanted to know (and even more who didn't) that Lavender Brown would marry Ronald Weasley.

It was absolutely awful. 

But!

Somehow they did end up in a sex shop in Knockturn Alley, the whole bunch of them, and while the others were holding up dildos and vibrators, urging Lavender to give a sign when one of them matched Ron's equipment, Hermione found her interest piqued by a strap-on. Her head a bit fuzzy from the booze, she arched her eyebrows and skimmed the description of the toy on the back of the package. 

'Treat yourself (and your partner) to the sensation of having a penis! Authentic sensory experience due to a magical link connecting the toy not only to your body but to your neural system as well!'

Connection to the body? She cocked her head, her lips pursed while she read on, trying to find out how much of a bodily connection this thing exactly created, when a member of staff, a young woman with short blonde hair and curious eyes, came to her. 

“Any questions, dear?”

Hermione blushed fiercely. “No, um … well … I …”

She raised her eyebrows. “Spit it out, I'm as silent as a grave regarding anything spoken in here.”

Hermione gnawed on her lip, casting a quick glance at her giggling companions but it seemed like Lavender had finally pointed at a dildo (much larger than what Hermione remembered Ron to be equipped with although he had been everything but tiny), and gathered her infamous Gryffindor courage. “It says here that the … toy creates a bodily connection. What exactly is meant by that?”

“Well, what do you want it to mean?”

Her blush deepened, she could feel it. “Will I um … be able to … um … ” She grimaced. What the hell was she even doing here? “Never mind, I'm fine.” She smiled non-committally and put the strap-on back, motioning to return to the group of women who seemed a lot more tipsy than she was. 

But the blonde woman stopped her. “The only thing that differs this strap-on from having a natural penis is ejaculation. Apart from that, you can do everything with this thing that a man can do with his penis – even peeing standing up!” She jiggled her eyebrows.

“Oh …” she mumbled faintly, feeling dizzy not only from the booze but from the amount of awkwardness she was experiencing right now as well. 

“So … Are you interested?”

Hermione gulped. Fuck, fuck, fuck … “I um … y-yes, I … think so …”

And that was how all of this happened. 

Well, this and more booze. So much booze in fact that she staggered out of the fireplace long after midnight, only barely catching herself on the armchair standing in front of it and clenching her eyes shut against the lamps that were igniting.

“Oops …” she mumbled, giggling as if she'd picked that up from Lavender and her friends – who, by the way, introduced her to their group in the course of the evening. 

She wasn't sure if that was a good thing, though … 

Anyway, she stilled, listening if she'd woke up Severus but his quarters remained quiet. 

Lucky me … 

Brushing some strands of hair from her face, she got the shrunk bag from the sex shop out of her pocket and tapped it with her wand. “En-Engorgio!” It swelled and swelled and - “Stop it, you!” And interestingly, it did. “Good bag.”

She grinned, biting her lip while she got the strap-on out. It looked like a pretty normal dildo apart from the black straps that … How were those supposed to work?

She shook the package for a manual but found none. 

Well … She had to try it then, didn't she?

Giggling some more, Hermione shimmied out of her little black dress, leaving her only clad in her bra, black thigh highs, her heels and her knickers which were the next piece of garment she got rid of, though. 

“Well, back to us two,” she mumbled sorting the straps of her newest acquisition while the cool air of the empty office caused her naked skin to pebble. 

“Oh!” she exclaimed when she finally got it. “Silly me.” She took the straps and – yelped when she almost lost her balance. These heels were a safety hazard! 

But leaning against the edge of Severus' desk did the trick. 

She jiggled into the straps, positioning everything where it was supposed to be and when she was finally done, the straps disappeared and she felt the magic connecting the toy to her body. “Holy shit …” she mumbled, looking down at herself, and burst into a fit of laughter when she rocked her hips and the penis bobbed.

“What are you doing?”

Hermione whirled around, spotting Severus in the doorway leading to his private quarters. He was wearing a black bathrobe and eyed her incredulously.

“Look at this!” she exclaimed, “I'm having a penis!” Hermione circled her hips, causing the strap-on to spin like a propeller. And while she was having the time of her life, Severus was pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Are you drunk, Hermione?”

“Yes! I'm com-” She hiccupped. “… completely pished, actually – and you can be too! I can pish with this thing, Sev'rus!”

He slowly drew his hand down his face, leaving it covering his mouth while he scrutinised her. “That's … well. Maybe we should return to that subject tomorrow and go to bed now.”

“Nononono! I don't wanna go to bed yet! Let's try this thing, yes? It feels intr- … inter- … lovely. It feels lovely!”

He snorted and came closer. “Does it now?”

“Yes!” she sighed, leaning back against the desk again. “It's heavy and looong and …” She looked up at him. “D'you still fin' me attractive, Sev'rus?”

He stopped right in front of her, softly stroking a strand of hair from her heated face. “I will always find you attractive, Hermione.”

“Good,” she smiled, leaning into his touch. Then she got serious again. “But keep your hands off my penis unless you plan to pleasure me!”

Severus chuckled, his deep voice vibrating through her body, adding a new layer of dizziness to what she was experiencing anyway. “As you wish …” he then drawled and got down on his knees.

He! Got down! ON HIS KNEES!

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, clenching her hands around the edge of his desk while he stroked up her stocking-clad legs. “What'ch'ya gonna do?”

“Pleasuring you,” he hummed and put his hand around the strap-on. “Hmm, it's a good one, it feels very real.”

“Y-Yes,” she stammered, distracted by the foreign feeling of not only having a penis but having it touched as well, “'twas pretty expensive … ah!” She wrenched her eyes open only to see Severus' mouth around what felt too real to be a fucking toy! “Holy shit!” she moaned again and saw him smirk, casting her a dark glance. 

After that, she didn't see that much anymore because … Well, she'd already been a bit dizzy to begin with and the toe-curling blowjob Severus was giving her didn't help matters. 

With each lick of his tongue, the office seemed to quiver, with each soft suckle she mewled pathetically, and when he circled his tongue around the tip, her inner walls began twitching like mad. “Ugh, yes,” she mumbled, “I'm … I'm … fuck, Severus …” She took one hand from his desk and tangled it in his hair, just like he did when she was helping him to the same experience. She loved it when he did that and hoped he would love it too.

And considering his guttural moan he apparently did. 

Hermione let her head fall back, panting hard through this alien experience that she hadn't expected to be a part of her day when she'd said goodbye to Severus earlier that night. That she'd never even considered until she'd seen the strap-on in the sex shop! 

His hand on the back of her thigh was gripping her harder when she began squirming, each of her exhales a tiny yelp. Hermione forced her eyes open, looking back down on what that amazing man was doing and his red lips stretched around what virtually was her cock now was the final straw for her. 

She came hard, almost slipping from the edge of the desk, curling her hand into his scalp and eliciting a groan from him that probably was more from pain than from pleasure. But she couldn't help it. Her lust was riding her like a rodeo rider was riding a horse and she needed several seconds until she got back in control of her body and managed to loosen her grip. 

“Oh my god …” she moaned when she was slowly coming down from her high twitching and trembling. 

Severus let go of the strap-on and sank back on his heels, his eyes glinting. “Pleasure enough, milady?” 

She huffed. “I guess I finally understand what you like about this …”

“Pleasure and education …”

Hermione laughed huskily. “Thank you,” she then mumbled and leaned down to kiss him.

Severus grabbed her head and held it in place while he deepened the kiss, positively plundering her mouth. When he eventually let her go, he looked up at her and said, “Didn't you promise me some pleasure as well?”

Had she? “Oh!” she exclaimed when she finally remembered what he meant and grinned wickedly. “So you do want to be just as pished as me …” She giggled. “I knew you'd like this thing!”

“We'll see …” he retorted and opened his bathrobe to expose his own rock-hard cock lying heavily between his bent and slightly spread legs. 

“Fuck,” she whispered involuntarily as that sight shot into her crotch like a lightning bolt, causing the strap-on to twitch. 

Severus moaned and leaned back on his hand, drawing out his sparsely-haired chest to her, his eyes trained on the sex toy.

Hermione gripped it, aiming the tip of her cock straight at Severus' belly, focussing on letting go. That she needed to go anyway was helping, that she'd just come did not. It took her almost a minute to relax her muscles enough for the first drops to trickle out of her urethra – and into the sex toy. She gasped at the strange sensation of her piss having a much longer way out than normal, biting her lip when seeing said drops leaking out of the tip caused a fresh wave of arousal to wash through her body. 

She moaned when the trickle grew to a stream that was strong enough to actually hit Severus – and he echoed it instantly. His stomach was rising and falling in rapid succession and his right hand was gripping his member when Hermione's stream had reached its full force, causing her piss to leak down his torso and between his legs. 

She aimed it so it hit his cock and his hand pumping it, then she tore her eyes off it and looked up at his face. Which was contorted in the most beautiful display of agony, focussed on chasing his climax, vulnerable and open. 

And just as for her, tearing his eyes away from her own body and looking up at the sex toy she was wearing was what gave him the last kick to come and he did so with a hitch of his breath and a strangled moan, stiffening when rope after rope of creamy-white cum was erupting from the tip of his cock and painting her stocking-clad feet and the straps of her heels. “Fuck,” he breathed, pumping himself again once, twice, and finally slumping down a bit.

Hermione whimpered softly. She felt the thrumming need of lust build up inside her again already, fuelled by the tipsy sensation of having had a shot or two too much, and when she was done emptying her bladder, she curled her own hand around the strap-on, she just couldn't help it, and began stroking up and down her length, her legs trembling from the delicious sensations that motion was giving her.

“Insatiable, we are,” Severus murmured while he watched her, still breathing heavily from his own orgasm and yet his spent cock twitched at what she was doing.

“I-I … I can't, I just need to … I …” she stammered, interrupted by intense waves of lust when she circled her finger around the tip of the sex toy, whining pathetically when she came again only seconds later. It wasn't as huge a climax as her first orgasm but it softly pulsed through her body, pebbling her skin and making her shiver.

“Beautiful,” she heard Severus murmur when she came down again.

She smiled exhaustedly. 

He sat up. “So, are you now agreeable with going to bed or do you still need another round?”

“No,” she mumbled, giving him her wand when he reached out for it, “Bed sounds perfect.” And after Severus had cleaned up their mutual mess, he got up and kissed her again, maybe because his legs had gone numb and he needed a minute to be able to walk again. 

But then he helped her out of her remaining clothes and the strap-on and led her into the bedroom, urging her to drink a glass of water and fetching a hangover potion for the next morning. 

“I love you,” she mumbled half-asleep when he finally climbed into bed beside her. But she didn't manage to stay awake long enough to hear his answer.

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It was the first day after the summer break, the first day of getting back to teaching, the first day of having to nudge the minute hand on the clock a bit further every now and then to not miss the end of the lesson. 

But she'd got unreliable. The students kept groaning at her for forgetting it again and again, disrupting her explanations and pointing outside where the sun was already setting. 

Gods, she needed the loo. 

She sat down at her desk, contemplating whether she could go there unnoticed, but the students kept commanding her back to the clock to nudge the hand. So she hurried there, did her duty and hurried back to the desk, raising her voice to cover up what she was trying to do. But just as she wanted to let go, she had to get back to the clock and nudge the hand. 

The desk wouldn't work. 

Looking around, she spotted the cabinet next to the blackboard. 

After nudging the minute hand once again, she headed there and climbed into the cabinet, closing the doors behind her – holding them tightly closed lest somebody would come and get her yet again – and … 

… was finally able to let go.

Only to find herself waking up with a start and a muffled “Shit!” on her lips because she was not in a cupboard and – sadly – not on a loo either, and yet she had let go. 

In Severus' bed.

Who was now looking down at her, a malicious glint in his eyes, while she struggled to stop peeing. “Good morning, boozer.”

During the about five seconds she needed to get her bearings, she felt heat creep up her face and an awful headache dig its claws into the back of her neck. “Ow,” she mumbled. And, “I'm sorry, that I …” She faltered, shutting her mouth against a hollow feeling swelling in her stomach. 

Ugh, fuck … Alcohol didn't agree with her, why did she always forget that?

She cracked an eye open when Severus tipped something cool against her hand. “Drink this.”

She didn't even question what it was, she just took the vial and emptied it. Taking potions Severus gave her was always a bloody good idea, and this one didn't disappoint either. The growing uproar of her body quietened within seconds, leaving her with a blissful and highly appreciated peace.

And a bursting bladder.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, “and sorry about the mess I made. I'm just …”

“Still too drunk?” he volunteered when she broke off.

“No, unfortunately, I'm not. But getting way too used to peeing my pants lately.”

He hummed in understanding. “Well, don't let me stop you.”

She blinked at him. “You sure?” She wasn't that keen on getting up and going to the bathroom, but something about this situation made her feel awkward again. Probably that this wasn't a sexual situation. Yet. But to be honest, she didn't feel much like making it one either. 

Severus twitched his eyebrows. “I don't mind you peeing on me at other times, I don't mind now. Or do you prefer to get up and use the bathroom?”

“No,” she replied meekly. It was so comfortable here, lying snuggled up to Severus in his glorious temperature-adapting bed. She would never succeed in lying back down so comfortably when she got up now. Plus, she was awfully tired.

“Well …” he simply said and arched an eyebrow. 

Hermione sighed softly and bit her lip, but then she closed her eyes and resumed where waking up had interrupted her. 

She gasped softly when her piss began to flow again, flooding her thigh and Severus' as well because her leg lay nestled between his. It prompted him to release the same kind of sigh, draw her closer and press a gentle kiss to the top of her head. 

Hermione's breathing quickened when softly thrumming arousal stretched its tendrils through her body. She just couldn't help it; the act of peeing was so connected with sex now that she sometimes even was aroused after simply using the loo. And relieving herself in bed while she was snuggled up to Severus only amplified that effect. 

But now that the strain of having to hold her pee was leaving her body, her tiredness got even worse. She was almost unable to keep her eyes open.

“Feel better?” he asked when her stream tapered off. 

“Mh, yes,” she mumbled.

“Then go back to sleep. The hangover potion makes you tired.” She felt him extend his hand above her head, and shortly after, the soaked bed was dry again.

She exhaled deeply and let herself drift back to sleep.

When she woke up the next time, it wasn't because she failed to control her bladder but because she felt the soft touch of a finger on her cheek, and knowing whose finger it was, she smiled before she opened her eyes. “Morning,” she mumbled.

“Rather afternoon, but that's splitting hairs.”

She chuckled. “It's afternoon already? Really?”

“Early afternoon,” he conceded, “but yes, you would have missed lunch in the Great Hall.”

“Huh. Pretty potent, that potion you gave me.”

“It's not my potion's fault when you rove about until three o'clock in the morning and then refuse to go to bed for another hour.”

“We haven't been busy in the office for a full hour!”

“Now you're splitting hairs.”

“Always,” she grinned and stretched up to kiss him, happy to notice Severus' interest in diving deeper into what she'd been too tired for earlier. He slipped his hand into her hair, holding her head in place while his tongue began exploring her mouth, meeting her own and luring it to follow his. By the time he ended the kiss, she was panting.

He leaned his forehead against hers. “This shiny new toy of yours …” he began in a low baritone that made her vibrate like a tuning fork. 

“I know,” she mewled, “I shouldn't have bought it. I was tipsy and -”

He silenced her with another quick kiss. “Stop your whinging. I was just wondering if you only bought it because you wanted to piss on me like a man or if you also intend to use it as it is meant to be used.” His eyes were bouncing back and forth between hers and the slight twitch of his cock against her stomach gave that moment an interesting tinge.

Hermione swallowed. “What do you mean, as it is meant to be used?”

He only arched an eyebrow.

And when the realisation dawned on her, she took a sharp breath. “You want me to -” She interrupted herself, unsure of how she should phrase this.

“Bugger me, yes,” Severus relieved her of finding the right words. But the tiny twitch around his eyes gave him away; he wasn't as nonchalant about this topic as he tried to make it out to be. 

“Um … well, sure, why not? I'd like to try it. But I have never done that.”

“I assumed as much.” He cast his eyes down, maybe looking at her lips, before he leaned in and kissed her again. “Good thing then that I have,” he breathed and effectively distracted her from what he'd just said with another amazing snog.

But she wouldn't be Hermione Granger if she didn't pick her thoughts back up where she'd left them the second Severus let go of her. “You already had anal sex?”

He sighed. “Yes.”

“With a man or …”

He met her gaze, a hint of spite reflecting in his. “With a man, yes,” he stated, “although you're not the only one owning a sex toy or two.”

She clicked her tongue and bit her lip, not really trying to hide her grin. “Interesting … What else would I find going through your drawers?”

“Nothing I would tell you about without an oath of secrecy.”

She barked a small laugh. “Oh, so pissing with me in all kinds of positions and locations is fine but you draw the line at sex toys?”

His answer was a nonverbal one, consisting of a sexy smirk and a shrug of his eyebrows. 

Hermione huffed and sat up to straddle him. “Fine,” she concluded, “I'll earn your trust. So, do you want me to use our new sex toy now, or do you need some time to get ready?”

“I'm always ready.” He pulled her down for another kiss, letting her feel how ready exactly he was both with his mouth and with his hard cock pressing against her buttock. Which he gave a little slap before he said, “Go and put that dildo of yours back on!”

“Aye, aye, sir,” she giggled and got out of bed to get the strap-on from the office. Just like her clothes and shoes that he had left scattered on and around the armchair, the sex toy was lying on the cushion. She pursed her lips while she untangled the straps, and although she had a much easier time figuring out how she had to put it on now, she felt decidedly more self-aware today than she'd felt last night.

Being drunk has some perks after all …

But taking a deep breath, she gave herself a mental kick and just did it. They had done kinkier things than that already.

Not that she'd been particularly brave about those … 

Her face felt warm when she hesitantly returned to the bedroom, awkwardly trying to cover what thanks to the embedded magic looked like a shockingly realistic penis on her otherwise female body. 

“Do I need to get you drunk again first?” Severus teased, his head propped into his hand and his eyes hungrily roving across her naked body.

“Maybe …”

He huffed. “But you do remember that I have not been drunk when I gave you a blowjob last night, don't you? I have a perfect recollection of how this strap-on looks on you – and I rather like it.”

She exhaled slowly and let her hands sink. “I'm not even sure why I am so awkward about it today. Whether it is because it looks disturbingly realistic and not like a toy at all, or because I … rather like it as well.” Her cheeks grew warmer.

“Do you feel too uncomfortable to go on?” he asked, seriousness returning to his features.

“No. I'm sure I can let it go as soon as we begin. But I'm nervous.” She finally let go of the lintel and crawled onto the bed, sitting back on her legs, the toy coming to rest between her thighs; she forbade herself to cover it again and focused on Severus' face. “I don't want to hurt you.”

“You won't hurt me,” he said, and after a moment's hesitation, he added, “I'm used to doing this.”

Hermione cocked her head, thinking about his confession. “Do you think you'd ever brought this up if I hadn't bought the strap-on?”

“At some point …” 

She smiled. “Good.” Then she bent down and kissed him again, pulling the thin cover aside that he was hiding his perfect body under. 

But he grabbed her face and caught her eyes. “Would you? Bring a fantasy of yours up?”

Hermione returned his gaze, his warm fingers pressing into her cheeks. “I did, last night.” Granted, it had been a brand-new fantasy, born the moment she'd laid eyes on the strap-on, but a fantasy nonetheless. “Next time, I'll try it sober.”

“Good,” he mimicked her and pulled her back down for another kiss. 

He parted his legs, and Hermione slipped between them, a position so unfamiliar and exciting that her inner walls began twitching instantly. She moaned against Severus' lips, then she let them go and trailed hers down his chin, neck and torso, giving his nipple a hungry lick and savoured his reaction to it, his slightly arching his back against her mouth. 

“Hermione …” he breathed.

“Yes?” she teased, brushing her hair over one shoulder.

“I'm done with foreplay,” he stated. And what he didn't say was written all over his face: I need you now.

She gulped, hit by his openness and the hint of vulnerability that he surely tried to control, but that was still obvious from the way he looked at her and the way he lay underneath her. His legs spread wide, his rock-hard cock resting on his belly, painting traces of precum onto his skin, his eyes even more hooded than they normally were during sex. 

It was a position she felt so comfortable being in because it had been hers so many times before that it felt natural to her. Not that she'd never ridden Ron or Severus, but she liked being underneath her partners, feeling their weight while they thrust into her, pinned down and safe. 

Being on the other side of this experience felt surprisingly exciting as well, though. Like a spark bouncing around in her belly, igniting little fires of lust everywhere it hit. “Okay,” she whispered back and reached for her wand to lube herself and Severus up. 

“More,” he said when she wanted to put it away again.

And so she added more lube.

When he was finally content and let her put her wand away, he pulled her back down. With a husky voice he said, “Rule number one for having anal sex: If you think you have enough lube, you don't have enough lube.”

“I'll keep that in mind.” She kissed him again while she let her strap-on rub between Severus' folds, wrestling a guttural moan from him. 

“Please, Hermione,” he mumbled.

“Okay, okay,” she replied, her nervousness kicking back in. “You sure I don't need to prepare you somehow?”

“No. Just … take it slowly. Don't force it.”

She nodded, taking a deep breath, and focused on what was happening between Severus' legs. She took the slippery strap-on and positioned its tip against his anus, carefully applying the slightest bit of pressure, just enough to not slip away again. 

Then she looked up at Severus, who had squeezed his eyes shut and was now exhaling slowly. She could feel his tight ring of muscles relax, and the tip of the toy slipped through. 

Hermione gasped, both from surprise and from the unfamiliar feeling of having what felt like a part of her body that was not her fingers slip into another body. 

Severus blinked - and smirked, that smug little bastard. With his next exhale, he relaxed even further and Hermione slipped another inch into the hot tightness of his arse. It was blatantly obvious that he was not doing this for the first time, not even for the first time lately. He'd not been exaggerating when he'd said he was used to doing this. 

So, when she was almost fully sheathed in him, Hermione took his hands that were roving over her waist and boobs and pinned them into the mattress beside his head. “Tell me, my love, how exactly are you doing this when I'm not here to assist you? Do you use one hand to shove a dildo up your arse and the other to wank your drooling cock?”

He huffed while he used his legs to urge her closer, shoving her even deeper into him. Then he let go, and Hermione slowly slipped out of him, almost completely, before she caught herself and carefully pushed back in.

“No,” he eventually said, “I tend to affix my dildo to the bedpost and get on my knees to fuck myself with it.”

The images her mind came up with from hearing his words alone caused her to moan loudly. “On your knees?” she repeated faintly, briefly faltering in her gentle thrusts. 

“On my knees,” he confirmed, openly relishing in the fact that he could still rattle her with his words alone, even if she was topping him. “And I don't wank myself,” he then added delicately, enunciating every single syllable, “I prefer coming untouched.”

“Oh, fuck,” she breathed, her fanny twitching and salivating like mad. 

But it was not only his words that were spiralling her up her peak of arousal; fucking him just felt amazing. She'd always wondered how having sex felt as a man, if being sheathed into another body and squeezed by inner muscles really felt as good as they always made it out to be, and well … What was she supposed to say? It did!

Seeing Severus being comfortable with what she was doing, she dared slightly speed up her thrusts, only stopping briefly when he groped for his wand to reapply more lube. The tool clattered to the ground when he missed the nightstand, being distracted by her moving again. 

“Ugh, this feels so good,” she mumbled, thrusting into him, “Why does this feel so good?”

Severus pulled her down to kiss her, tiny sounds emitting from his throat that added to her growing spark of lust still bouncing around in her body. Soon they were both moaning and keening, louder than she remembered hearing him ever before – or herself, for that matter – and then she suddenly came, the culminating sensations catapulting her over an edge she didn't see coming all that fast. She felt a rush of her juices leak down the inside of her legs and faltered, rocked by the intensity of her orgasm before she almost collapsed onto Severus.

Who met her clouded gaze with a soft click of his tongue. “We'll have to work on that,” he informed her with a straight face, “It is frowned upon when the penetrating partner comes first.”

She huffed a laugh. “'m sorry, I'll be doing better next time.” Before he could tease her any further, though, she began moving again, still feeling a bit oversensitive from her climax, but it worked. Severus was soon completely wrapped up in his own arousal again, and since her mind wasn't all that lust-clouded anymore, she could observe him. 

He was unironically beautiful when he was aroused. His face lost most of its edges when his cheeks were flushed and his forehead was twisted in a positively agonised frown for once and not in an annoyed one. His black eyelashes suddenly seemed much more prominent than normal, as was the soft curve of his upper lip. And when he blinked and she couldn't be sure if it were pearls of sweat or tears leaking down his temple, she took a hitching breath and thanked whoever was accountable for this that she was allowed to be with this gift of a man. 

“I love you,” she couldn't stop herself from saying, reaching out her hand to brush a strand of hair from his face.

Severus grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. “Please, harder,” he then mumbled and arched his back when she complied. 

His rock-hard cock lolled from one side to the other while she thrust into him, downright compelling her to touch it. But she didn't want to rob Severus of his untouched orgasm and bit her lip instead. 

Fuck, this was … Ugh! Really, if it took him just a couple of minutes more to come, she would probably be ready to follow him again. 

But he shuddered underneath her, turning his head as if to bury it in his shoulder. 

“Look at me,” Hermione begged and grimaced when he complied, blinking and whimpering so softly she almost missed it. “You're beautiful when you come, I want to see it.” 

And two thrusts later, she got to see it.

Severus cried out as his climax hit him, squeezing his eyes shut when spurt after spurt of creamy semen spilt over his stomach and up his chest. His muscles tightened around her, he clawed his hands into the bedsheet and held his breath until the heaviest waves of his orgasm were calming down. Then he blearily looked at her panting. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, which was just his way of saying Thank you.

“You're welcome,” she quipped and let herself slip out of him before she bent down and began licking his cum from his stomach. 

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled and she moaned, savouring the tangy bitter taste of him.

She slowly crawled up the length of his body and was eventually greeted by his swollen mouth, readily letting herself be involved in another hungry, albeit more languid kiss. 

“You're ready to come again, aren't you?” he concluded when she finally let go of him.

Hermione nodded, casting her eyes down. She just couldn't help it, this man made her feel as if she was fourteen and overwhelmed by hormones all over again. 

But luckily, he was a lot more skilled in pleasuring her than her fourteen-year-old self had been and so she yelped when his fingers found her soaking cunt behind the strap-on. He slipped two of them into her and his thumb underneath the toy until he was able to fuck her and circle her clit at the same time. 

“Squirt again for me,” he said in a deep voice, massaging her G-spot until she felt like she was about to burst with piss and an intense need to come. 

Her arms buckled when it happened and while she buried her face in his neck, she didn't stop whatever was shooting out of her, may it be squirt or piss, she didn't care and Severus certainly didn't care either. He moaned in her ear, and when her climax waned, she just let herself fall flush onto him. “You're killing me,” she mumbled.

He snorted. “And I thought I was the older one of us …”

“Doesn't matter.”

He kissed her temple. “What about us both not dying and instead repeating this on occasion?”

“Yes, please.”

He chuckled, then he urged her to dismount him so he could vanish their mess with her wand; only attempting to bend down to retrieve his wand from the floor would probably cause her to topple out of the bed because her muscles clearly wouldn't help her to prevent that. 

But just as she had no difficulty using his wand, he had none using hers. And after he'd helped her out of the strap-on as well, she cuddled back up to him and sighed contentedly. “Can we sleep some more before we get up?” she asked drowsily.

“Of course. I just need the bathroom first.”

“No! Don't you dare leave me now!”

He half sighed, half huffed, cocking an eyebrow when she met his gaze.

“I don't mind you peeing on me at other times, I don't mind now,” she repeated what he'd said to her earlier that day, and he clicked his tongue.

“Touché,” he said and let go. 

Chapter Text

It was a few days later when Severus announced at breakfast, “We'll have to go and check the classrooms today.”

She faltered, a buttered toast short before her mouth. “Check the classrooms for what?”

“Residual magic.”

Honestly, that this had never occurred to her before made her blush. Because it was so obvious, wasn't it? Children were learning here, they made mistakes – and not every mistake would just vanish. She'd just never been at Hogwarts over the summer and thus never been responsible for taking care of that problem. “Sounds … um … sensible,” she mumbled and proceeded to eat her toast. 

Severus smirked. “I love watching you put one and one together.”

Her blush deepened, she could feel the heat pulse into her cheeks, not because of what he'd said but how he'd said it. The low baritone of his voice made her body hum as if it was tuning itself to him, seeking harmony and friction. 

Her eyes fluttered shut for a second, causing him to chuckle in that same tone of voice. “A Sickle for your thoughts …”

She bit her lip. “We won't leave your chambers today if I tell you about my thoughts …”

His eyebrows twitched. “That would be indeed a pity. Given the castle is … completely deserted …”

Hermione gulped. “What about the paintings and ghosts?”

“They retreat over summer when nothing is happening in the castle.”

“And Peeves?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, the toast in her hand hanging askew.

“He's with the ghosts somewhere in the North Tower.” His eyes were glinting.

“That is … indeed convenient.” And because her mouth was suddenly very dry, she put her toast down and reached for her tea.

Severus chuckled again, straightening out his Daily Prophet. “You should put on your latest accessory before we leave. I'm sure we will find an opportunity or two to entertain ourselves with it.”

I bet we will, she thought and poured them both some more tea.

Finding clothes she could fit the strap-on in, though, was not as easy as she'd expected. 

It was a bit flexible, so although it virtually was a permanently hard penis, she could carefully bend it down to fold it into her trousers. But it was also a sensitive kind of sex toy so she was very aware of the tightness of this setup.

Putting on a skirt, though, she would be walking around with an uncomfortably obvious tent. Not that anybody but Severus and her would see it, but it was distracting, and since they did have some work to do as well … 

Severus chuckled watching her try on different clothes. “Just use a charm and widen your trousers,” he then suggested. 

Hermione hummed, pursing her lips. The tightness had felt kind of … alluring … 

So she switched back to her shorts, got everything back in place, and bit her lip when she zipped up her fly. “This will do,” she mumbled, shifting her hips a bit to test it and oh boy, the friction was delicious.

“I like the way you think,” Severus said and enclosed her in his arms, pressing her back against his chest and turning around until she could see him and herself in the mirror as his hand travelled down to grab her bulge. 

She moaned, tempted to let him keep going, but she caught herself and batted his hand away. “Business before pleasure!”

He groaned. “I stand corrected.”

She snickered and turned around in his arms, pushing herself on tiptoes to kiss him. “It's only fair if I'm not the only one leaving your chambers with a hard-on, isn't it?” she teased and disentangled herself from him before she got a move on. The sooner they began, the sooner they could return to more entertaining subjects.

They began in the dungeons, worked through the ground floor and the first floor, and were halfway through the second when the morning tea first made itself felt. While Severus went through the classrooms on the right side of the corridor, she examined the ones on the left side and so far, she'd found three minor accumulations of residual magic, small vortexes that she'd cancelled and that had disappeared with a pop. 

But slowly she began having a hard time focussing on magic. Well, a harder time than she already had walking around with that sensitive bulge in her shorts. Every now and then she allowed herself a firm stroke or two when Severus couldn't see her, biting down hard on her lip to stop herself from moaning. 

And judging by the bulge he was carrying around whenever they met on the corridor, he probably did the same. 

She smirked at him, he cocked an eyebrow and they went into the next classrooms. 

But reaching the third floor, no squirming and no stroking helped for long enough to enable her to keep going so Hermione – after finding her classroom clean – sneaked across the hall and crossed her legs while she watched Severus getting rid of a pretty huge vortex in the Charms classroom. It'd lodged itself into the corner of the room that was normally hidden by a huge mirror and a chest of drawers that Filius used to teach the students the Alohomora charm. The vortex gave a sharp hiss when Severus succeeded in cancelling it and she was just about to call attention to herself when she had the pleasure of watching his hand sneak to his crotch and give himself a quick massage culminating in a stifled moan. He even put his free hand against the wall to stabilise himself, just as he had when she'd watched him piss in the forest about two months ago. 

The memory of that day wrestled a tiny gasp from her throat.

And Severus whirled around. 

“Busted,” she grinned. But before he could react, another urgent twitch of her bladder caused her to clench her legs. 

His mouth curved into a smirk. “Do you require my … assistance?” 

Hermione froze. Assistance? That hadn't exactly been why she'd come here but thinking about it … “Yes,” she purred, suppressing a shudder, “I think I need you to show me how this whole ordeal works.” She gestured at her crotch. 

“I see.” He jerked his head, motioning for her to come over to him before he stepped out of the corner the vortex had been hiding and adjusted the huge mirror.

Oh God … He would allow her to watch him while he was holding her strap-on. Only thinking about it made her legs weak enough to need some support on the tables she was passing by. 

His eyes were a bit hooded when she reached him, squirming against the need to let go, and their lips met without them missing a beat. Severus pulled her closer, causing her bulge and his bulge to collide, eliciting gasps and moans from them both. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, “I waited for this since we left my chambers …”

“I know.” Me too. But since she'd insisted on them getting some work done before returning to more pleasurable matters, she had no right to complain. 

His hands cupped her arse, causing some more of that unbelievably delicious friction they'd both craved for more than an hour now. Hermione clung to his shoulders, her bladder momentarily distracted, and sucked at the soft skin on his neck while he grunted close to her ear. Gods, this felt so good! She wanted more, wanted to dive head-first into the sweetest sensations of urgency and need and his guttural, downright animalistic sounds that were causing her fanny to salivate in response but -

“Ah! Fuck!” A spurt rushed from the tip of her strap-on, instantly painting a dark spot on her turquoise shorts. 

“That bad?” Severus rasped, a teasing undertone in his voice. 

She nodded, her lower lip clenched between her teeth.

“Well, then …” He turned her around until he was back behind her and after brushing her hair over her shoulder, his arms were sneaking around her waist just as they had down in his bedroom earlier this morning. “First, you have to open your fly,” he explained in a husky voice and even if she hadn't been able to see his face in the mirror, she would have been aware of the state he was in; there was a slight tremble in his voice that she only was privy to hear when he was massively turned on.

She found herself reaching up to grasp his shoulders. “Severus, please …” she mumbled. She couldn't hold on for much longer.

He smirked at her in the mirror. “Patience,” he purred, completely in his element with teasing and challenging her. 

She whimpered – and decided to rub her arse against his bulge to pay him back. She really needed to go!

Severus gasped, stumbling slightly. “Minx,” he muttered and used his wand to move one of the tables closer until he could lean against it.

Hermione hissed, clenching her legs. “I-I can't …”

“Mmh, so needy,” he mumbled at the skin of her neck, pulling her against him. 

She let go of his shoulders and grasped his thighs instead, curling her nails into the fabric of his trousers.  It was sheer force of will that kept her piss where it was but she wasn't sure of how much longer her will would save her.

But then his hand thankfully reached into her shorts and freed the strap-on. “Next, you carefully pull it out like this …” She could see his gaze in the mirror, trained on the sex toy he was holding that looked nothing like a sex toy but like a real penis. A really hard penis that was beginning to leak little droplets of piss. “So delicious,” he breathed and she gave his cock another rub with her arse. “Fuck …” He squeezed his eyes shut, his breath hitching in the back of his throat. 

“Mmmh, Severus, please … please …” she whined, her heart fluttering against her ribs.

“And then …” he panted, “you let go.”

“Thank Gooood!” she whispered when his words worked like a charm, causing her muscles to relax at once. The single droplets were replaced by a violent stream that was splattering against the surface of the mirror. She relaxed slightly into his arms, her legs wobbling from the relief of finally being allowed to let go. And she needed several seconds until she was able to open her eyes and watch Severus.

He was rapt with the sight, his hand holding her while she was basking in the sweet sensation of relief. His gaze kept twitching up and down between her face and the strap-on and she could hear his panting breaths, could feel them ghost across her heated skin. 

“You're so beautiful,” he whispered, carefully moving his hand across the length of her as if he was unable to stop himself from wanking even though it wasn't his cock he was holding. He dipped his pinky into her flow and moaned. “I want to fuck you so badly …”

She laughed huskily. “And I want you to fuck me, just … let me finish this first, okay?”

He mumbled his acquiescence against her neck, followed by another gasp and his free hand pressing into her lower belly.

Which caused her still-strong flow to grow even stronger for a moment and her piss splattered higher up the mirror. Severus slid his hand down to the tip of her cock and let her piss flow through his fingers, his eyes fluttering closed.

The sight alone made her legs almost buckle underneath her weight. Fuck, why was this so hot?! She slightly thrust into his hand, unable to stop herself, and reckoned that her shorts would have another wet spot until he would rip them from her body. “S-Severus,” she moaned, gasping when his grip around her tightened. 

It felt like ages until the last drops of piss fell from the tip of her strap-on, the floor covered in a pool of liquid, and the air surrounding them suffused with the heady smell of her. For some seconds they stood, immersed in the ecstasy of what had just happened, then their eyes met in the mirror and Severus pushed up to whirl her around like he were a predator and she his prey.

Hermione gasped when the edge of the table suddenly pressed against her bottom, then she caught herself and helped Severus take off her trousers. “I need you,” she mumbled.

“I want you,” he growled back and when she was finally naked, he brutally tore his own fly open and released his rock-hard cock with a mewl of relief. 

Hermione skidded further up the table and opened her legs for him, not bothering to take off the strap-on. It only covered her clit and her urethra, her soaking entrance was free and the way Severus' eyes were glued to the sex toy, she assumed that he preferred her wearing it while he took her. 

“Fuck, you're so hot,” he breathed, impatiently coating himself with her juices, and then he finally, finally thrust into her.

“Ahh!” Hermione exclaimed, both because she'd needed this so badly and because it hurt a tiny bit, just enough to turn into lust mere seconds later. “Take me,” she mumbled, grasping his neck and pulling him down into a needy kiss. 

Severus grunted and did as he was told. The table scraped across the floor, so hard was he thrusting into her, wrestling cry after cry from her throat. 

And because she assumed that he wouldn't need long to come, Hermione reached between them and began wanking her strap-on.

“Sweet Salazar,” Severus whined when he became aware of her doing, faltering momentarily, maybe to stop himself from coming on the spot. “You're killing me,” he panted, then he kissed her again, drinking her moans like an aphrodisiac and paying like with like. 

And despite his desperation, despite his urgency, and his vehemence, it was Hermione who came first. Severus thrusting into her, underlying their moaning and panting with the intoxicating slapping of their colliding bodies, plus the delicious sensations of wanking herself pushed her over the edge and she came undone with a shuddering cry, her nails biting into Severus' arms and her fanny throbbing around his swollen cock, massaging him to his own climax.

She saw him stiffen above her, his feet sliding a bit on the wet floor, then she felt him spill himself into her. Hermione gasped, reaching up to brush a strand of sweaty hair from his face while he was riding the waves of his orgasm. “Beautiful,” she echoed what he'd said about her earlier, causing him to blink lazily. She smiled when he met her eyes. 

Then Severus slumped, supporting himself on the table left and right from her arms. His head hanging low, he was catching his breath until his softening cock slipped out of her. “Fuck,” he then mumbled.

“What is it, love?”

He shook his head and a second later she understood: a soft but growing hiss and splattering filled the acoustic void their climaxes had left and he moaned again from his relief that probably equalled her own from about ten minutes ago. 

Hermione sat up, unable to stop herself from watching him piss. His trousers, slipped down while they'd been immersed in themselves and now pooled around his ankles, were soaked already and his cock, glistening from her juices, moved like an unleashed hose until she reached for it.

Severus looked up, still looking totally shattered from what they had done and what she was doing just now. And just like him she let her hand glide to his tip and let his hot piss flow over her hands. She bit her lip, then she leaned in and kissed him until he was finished. 

“I love you,” he breathed and although it wasn't the first time she heard him say those words, it was still a rare occurrence, causing her heart to skip a beat.

“I love you too.”

He leaned his forehead against hers for some seconds of bliss, then he straightened back up. “And I love that you bought this thing.” He nodded towards the strap-on while he reached for his wand to clean up the mess they'd made.

She grinned. “I'm pretty happy about my purchase as well. I just wish I could -” She pursed her lips.

Severus arched an eyebrow. “You just wish you could … what?”

Oh boy … She reluctantly met his eyes. Then she remembered their little chat the other day, her promise to voice her desires just as he had, and gulped down her awkwardness. “I just wish I could … spill myself into you as well when I fuck you. It just … feels amazing, you know?” Although his cum was seeping out of her now and soiling the tabletop. She blushed thinking about the student that would use this table soon and hoped that she would be able to meet Filius' eye without dying from shame when the little professor returned after the summer hols.

“You can,” Severus' voice tore her from her moment of trepidation.

“Oh, no, the strap-on can't ejaculate.”

“I know,” he said, “but you can piss with it.” 

He said it so matter-of-factly that her brain needed some seconds to understand what he had said. “You mean …”

He shrugged. “Think about it.”

Hermione gulped while he bent down to pull up his now once again clean and dry trousers. “Have you ever done that before?” she dared ask, albeit with a second's delay.

“No. But I would if you want to try it.” Then he held out her entangled knickers and shorts to her, dangling from his finger.

“Oh, okay …” She took her clothes and slid from the table. Bending down to put them back on, she pondered whether that was something she would like to try or not … 

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There was a lake in the Forbidden Forest. Not one with a soft bank and reed and a bed that slowly led into deeper waters, but more like a huge tub with a stone-littered edge and a tiny waterfall, surrounded by mossy grass. The water seemed black from the trees growing close by, swallowing most of the sunlight, and the whole place emitted an eerie silence and tranquillity. 

It was beautiful. 

And Hermione had not known that this place existed. 

“Wow.”

Severus smirked. “I presumed you would like it.”

“It's amazing! And there is nothing in the water that's waiting to bite off my toes?”

“Nothing. As long as you are fine with some curious fish exploring your legs …”

“If they don't bite I don't mind.”

“Nothing in there bites.”

“Perfect.” She let her bag plummet to the ground where she was and plucked the sweaty dress from her overheated body. During the last days, summer had stepped it up a notch and blessed them with temperatures beyond reason. Even the dungeons were too hot to exist. She longed for cooling and so she wiggled out of the restricting fabric, ran off, and -

“Hermione, wait!”

- jumped straight into the lake.

She was caught off-guard by two things.

First: the water was ice cold!

Well, probably not ice cold, but being as overheated as she was, it certainly felt ice cold.

Second: the water was deep. 

Hermione had tucked up her legs, expecting to meet the ground with the force she'd jumped in, but no. She didn't even feel the ground when she extended her legs now to push herself back up, so she had to swim. 

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed when her head burst through the surface. She was shuddering from the cold.

Only to be met by Severus' dark rumbling laughter. “I tried to warn you.”

“Life's too short for warnings,” she mumbled and because he'd crouched down at the edge of the lake, she snatched his arm and pulled him into the water.

Severus spluttered when he surfaced beside her, brushing the water from his face, and scowled at her. “You could at least have let me take off my shoes!”

“You had your chance but you chose to snicker at me instead.”

“Well, now the lake has shoes.”

She burst into a laugh. “Oops! Well, good thing we have wands.”

He lapsed into silence for a second. “The lake has a wand.”

And Hermione laughed even louder. “Mine is in my bag, wait.” She motioned to climb out of the water but Severus pulled her back.

“That can wait,” he mumbled and covered her mouth with his, pinning her against a boulder. 

Hermione gasped, slinging her arms around his neck. “So needy?” she whispered.

He hummed.

Hermione sighed, from both sensations, his hum vibrating in her lips and his body pressing against hers. And she knew where he was coming from. It had been too long, being close to him. But it simply was too hot. Too hot to have sex, too hot to only touch in too many spots at once. Even with cooling charms, she'd always swatted him away when he'd tried to get close to her. But here, underneath the trees and in this heavenly lake with its deliciously cool water, she was all in for a little adventure. 

Only taking off Severus' clothes proved to be more difficult than she'd expected. He accidentally pulled her under water twice and yet his trousers hadn't moved considerably. “Fuck it,” he muttered and returned to her, grasping the stone right and left of her head. 

Hermione felt his rock-hard cock poke against her thigh right before she felt the rough fabric surrounding it. Well, sometimes you have to limit yourself to uncovering the important parts. 

She still chuckled when he was plundering her mouth again, and threaded her hand down between their bodies to guide him between her folds. 

Severus hissed when he slid into her. “Fuck, you're so hot …”

“And you cold.” A delicious shiver coursed through her body but sadly, the blissful chilliness of Severus' cock subsided quickly. 

He blinked languidly, meeting her gaze from hooded eyes, drops of water running down his face. “I missed you,” he breathed.

“I missed you too.” She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly and his lips were as hot as hers felt. In fact, with the cold water surrounding them, her whole face felt like it was on fire and she longed to dive under but -

Severus began to thrust into her and she put her legs tighter around his hips, clinging to his neck. The water was sloshing around them and with every thrust, he drove not only himself but also cool liquid into her tunnel and everything about this felt so good that Hermione found herself uttering a small cry every time his body met hers. 

God, it really has been too long … 

“Ah, fuck!” Severus mumbled soon, so close to her ear that she felt his breath on her neck, “I can't … I-I …”

“Yes,” she breathed back, “ah! Me too!” Her inner walls were twitching around him and now she tightened them on purpose, wringing a strangled sound from his throat that made her grin and moan and gingerly bite his shoulder.

But her grin vanished from her face when the heightened friction and his bumping against the sensitive spot inside her summoned more and more heat and desire and a coiling sensation of need between her legs, causing her to curl her fingers into his skin. 

And when Severus stiffened and stilled, when she could once again feel him spurting into her, feel the heat spread and hear his ragged breathing, she followed him over the edge, sinking her teeth deeper into his shoulder and curling her toes around cool water. 

A minute or two later, he slipped out of her and disentangled himself enough from her grip to be able to look into her eyes. “You all right?”

She nodded, smiling blearily. “Better than.” He kissed her again and when he eventually leaned his forehead against hers, she said, “I think I want to try it.”

“Try what?”

“What we talked about the other day … you know.”

He pulled his head back only to let her see his arched eyebrow. “Really? Still too shy to be blunt?”

Hermione took a deep breath, mustering her courage. “I want to fill you with my piss,” she then said and the good thing was, her face was already burning so she probably couldn't visibly blush any further. 

“We're getting there,” he assessed with a smirk and leaned in for another kiss. 

Hermione moaned against his lips. Gods, she was so horny for this man … And after almost a week without any sex besides some hand jobs with enough distance from each other, she felt ready to eat him alive. “Now?” she panted when she let go of him. 

Severus rumbled a laugh. “Insatiable, are you?”

Hermione nodded vigorously. “I missed you. I want you. I need you.”

A glimpse of raw emotions flitted across his face. “You shall have me,” he rasped and when he pressed closer against her, she moaned a tiny sob into his mouth. 

Then he suddenly broke away from her and motioned to get out of the water. “But first, I need my shoes and my wand back. And we need the strap-on …”

Hermione bit her lip, a bout of excitement tickling through her stomach when she watched him. Water was pouring from his trousers and his now flaccid member was still hanging free while he was searching her bag for her wand. When he'd found it, he dried his clothes and finally took them off before he summoned his shoes and his wand from the lake. 

Hermione looked around when everything shot out of the water behind her. “Thank God for magic,” she ascertained. 

Severus returned to the edge of the lake, once again crouching down in front of her. “Are you sure you want to do it here?”

She took a deep breath. “Yes. As long as you are fine with it and nothing here is going to disturb us …” She could very well do without a Centaur finding her buried to the hilt in Severus' arse.

“I am and since I got my wand back, I can see to some privacy.”

“Well, then …” She smirked, her fanny clenching again only from thinking about what they were planning to do. And judging by the state of his cock, half-hard with a tendency to excitement, Severus was feeling similar. She reached up and gently pulled him down until she was able to kiss him. “Get … the strap-on,” she whispered. And while he did, Hermione pushed out of the water and snatched her wand from his hand to dry herself and get the shrunk blanket from her bag to spread it on the mossy ground. 

After Severus had caught their currently favourite toy from the air – and no, she hadn't forgotten about the toys he'd been hinting at the other day, still hoping he would eventually let her in on what his secret drawer was hiding – he sneaked up behind her and looped his arms around her waist, his arousal pressing against her bum. “I love seeing you naked,” he mumbled and nibbled at her earlobe.

“Well, you got a lot of that lately,” she sighed, leaning back against him. When they were in his quarters, she couldn't be bothered to wear more than a pair of knickers at the moment.

“I did. And it was pure agony. Watching you, naked and delicious, perfect boobs and hard nipples, and not being allowed to touch you …”

She grinned. “Not my fault that you're emitting heat like a bloody open fire.” Even now she began sweating again although her body was still a bit cool from being in the lake for a while. And the dense canopy of leaves above them swallowed so much sunlight that it was slightly cooler here than closer to the castle as well; cool enough at least to not feel like she was being shoved into an oven. But they still would need a cooling charm soon.

“And I thought you'd love it when I … heat you up,” he purred, his hands on her bum parting her cheeks so he could rub his hard length between them. 

Hermione moaned and tangled her fingers in his damp hair, scratching her nails across his scalp and feeling him shudder. “Severus,” she whispered, angling her head when he began sucking on her neck, marking her with a lovebite.

“Fuck,” he breathed another minute or so later and stopped his motions, “Do you like that?”

“Yes.” She turned around to him. “I think I'll like everything you will do to me.”

“Don't tempt me,” he said, his eyes as dark as night, and kissed her hungrily. 

“Okay,” she piped, “then I will fuck you first.” She shoved him down onto the blanket and snatched the strap-on that he'd discarded earlier, stepping into the straps without any hassle at this point. Hermione gasped when the toy connected with her nervous system, a fresh bout of arousal shooting up her spine and down into her belly. “This never gets old,” she mumbled and followed Severus who'd laid down, eating her up with his eyes, his legs spread and his cock twitching in anticipation. 

He pointed his wand at the toy and himself, lubing them both up generously, then he motioned to put it away.

But she stopped him. “Cooling charm,” she ordered, “or you will have to treat me with a heatstroke later.”

He smirked. “That we don't want,” he rumbled and did as she'd said before he welcomed her above him. 

Hermione began with a good snog, her hands pressed into the soft ground left and right of his head and her penis rubbing between his cheeks now. Her heart danced with joy hearing the sounds she could make Severus utter, the sighs and moans and gasps. And the odd mewl, of course. 

When they'd begun having sex she'd thought he wasn't that much of a vocal man, being composed and almost aloof all the time. Still passionate, mind! But … guarded. Yes, that was the right word. He had been guarded. And learning now what kind of sex he preferred, she understood. 

But oh boy, was he gorgeous now! Open and vulnerable and full of emotions so timid she was afraid they would disappear the moment she tried to touch them.

“You're so beautiful, do you know that?” she whispered, watching him rapturously. 

He cast his eyes down, a soft blush creeping up his cheeks.

But before he could object, she kissed him again and positioned the tip of her strap-on against his tight hole, gently pressing against him to wait until he would let her in. 

Severus gasped and his forehead wrinkled when he breathed out slowly to relax. Hermione slipped a tiny bit into him and kept still, only her tongue dancing across his lips.

With his next exhale, she slipped further into him, pinching her eyes closed against the sensation of his tight heat closing around her. “Yes,” she mumbled, “that's it … so tight, so good …” 

Severus huffed. “Are you praising me?”

She blinked at him. “Would you mind if I did?”

“Don't know,” he mumbled and closed his legs around her to shove her further in, gasping from what probably was a mix of pleasure and pain. “Fuck …”

She tut-tutted at him. “So impatient …”

He smirked at her, pride reflecting in his eyes. “Well, I cannot wait to see if you will really do it.”

This time, Hermione huffed. “Just you wait …” she taunted and began thrusting into him gently so they could both get used to her filling his arse. 

And oh, could she get used to this! It hadn't even been that long since she'd buggered him first but she'd almost forgotten how amazing it felt to bury a part of her in him. Well, technically it wasn't a part of her, but it certainly felt like it and it felt good!

But Severus stopped her quickly. “Don't make me come yet,” he muttered, “I want you to … fill me first.”

She cocked an eyebrow, a motion that was coming naturally to her, now that she was topping him and having him at her mercy like this. “Do you now?” she cooed, stopping her every motion. “And what if I won't do it?”

“You will,” he assessed panting, “I can see how much you want it. How much you want to spill into me, to fill me like I'm always filling you.”

Hermione took a sharp breath. The way he said it alone made some hot bouts of lust shoot through her nether regions. So much so that she could feel her juices gush from her fanny. “Oh shit,” she mumbled, grimacing when Severus smirked. And because he deserved a taste of his own medicine, she snatched his hand and guided it between their bodies until he felt how wet he'd made her.

He pinched his eyes closed when his cock twitched on his belly, leaking a huge blob of precum. “Fuck …”

“I … I'm not sure if I even can … go now,” she mumbled, her pulse throbbing in her cheeks. 

Severus moaned, withdrawing his hand from her quim and smelling it. “Take your time,” he choked out with a shudder and Hermione mewled when he licked his glistening fingers clean. 

She couldn't watch him do that! She was only a hair's breadth away from coming as it was and watching him do that didn't - help - matters! 

So she closed her eyes, focussing on relaxing her pelvic floor. She could do this. Just pee, like she'd done in so many other strange situations before. Just let go, just … 

She held her breath when she felt the first shy droplets scurry into the strap-on. And when they left the tip, she released the air with a shuddering moan. “I-I …” she stuttered and bit her lip when she clenched her muscles in reflex. “Bugger …”

“Brilliant deduction,” Severus teased, smirking up at her. Apparently, he'd got a grip on himself while she was struggling to fulfil her deed.

“Oh, be still, you,” she shushed him and focussed back on her uncooperative body. 

And eventually, she got the hang of an act that shouldn't need any practice at all and was yet so linked to certain circumstances that she felt like an illiterate trying to read the newspaper. So, when the letter salad suddenly made sense, a bout of frenzied laughter fell from her mouth – and a surprised gasp from Severus'.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled, arching his back and digging his fingers into her hips.

“All right?” she mumbled, ready to stop immediately.

But he nodded, his eyes tightly closed. His cock was twitching and when he exhaled in a deep moan and shuddered again, she was convinced that he liked what he was experiencing. 

Hermione grinned, huffing softly while her piss flew freely now. Her bladder hadn't been that full, not full enough at least for her to feel the need to pee, but it was still a considerable amount of piss that was filling Severus' rectum, surrounding her strap-on with more heat, her own heat, and eventually bulging out his lower belly. “Wow,” she breathed when she noticed it.

Severus blinked, releasing a breath that suspiciously sounded like a suppressed sob. 

“Are you in good distress or bad distress, love?” she asked concerned.

He gulped. “The best,” he then choked out, panting frantically. 

“Perfect,” she purred. “Then it is okay when I try moving?”

He nodded again, hiding his eyes behind his arm, his free hand now grasping the blanket. 

Hermione bit her lip, slowly withdrawing from him. She was expecting some piss to gush out around the strap-on but no; Severus clenched his muscles so tightly around her, that everything she'd given him stayed where it was. 

And when she thrust back into him and saw his lower belly rise again, she couldn't help but touch the bulge. “So beautiful,” she mumbled, half out of her senses from the surreality and deliciousness of this moment. She had actually pissed into Severus arse. She had filled him up. She had given him so much of her that she could see it changing the appearance of his body. 

Fuck … 

She trembled from the significance of this moment. No, it was not cum she'd spilled into him, and yet … 

Gnawing on her lip like mad, she kept moving in and out of him, closing her eyes and being consumed by the sensation of his piss-filled rectum and the tightness of his anus, adamant to not lose a single drop. 

Severus' moans quickly became louder and more laboured and when she felt that he was close, she urged his arm aside. “I want to see your eyes when you come,” she breathed, “I want to see you climax with my piss filling your arse and -”

She couldn't end her sentence before Severus surrendered underneath her. With a guttural and unexpectedly loud moan, he came undone, big loads of cum covering his stomach and his chest. It was so much that Hermione gasped in surprise, watching Severus experience an orgasm so mighty that she wagered it was the best he'd ever had with her.

And he'd had some pretty good orgasms in the past!

But as far as she remembered, none of those had resulted in such a huge amount of cum, and none of those had lasted for so long. 

It was an elevating sight, knowing that she had done this to him, and with a last thrust into him, she toppled over the edge as well and the intensity of her orgasm made her hold her breath while her body - after coiling up more and more during the last ten minutes or so - was now suddenly giving in to a release that felt like she was momentarily hovering a hand's width above the ground. Her vision blacked out like she was about to faint but she didn't. She tried to inhale but she couldn't, tried to exhale but couldn't do that either. So she just gave in to the dizziness weaving her into a shuddering and convulsing net of lust that eventually guided her gently back down to earth when the moment - inevitably - ended.

Only to find her inner thighs covered in what she assumed was her juices. Oh boy … 

Severus slumped when he came back to his senses as well, instantly tightening his muscles around her again to stop the tiny leak of piss that was seeping out around the strap-on. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled, completely spent, glancing down at his chest. His eyebrows twitched. “Look at that …”

“Oh, you bet I did,” Hermione panted and couldn't help but dip her finger into his cum to taste him. “Mhh,” she mumbled, shuddering from a tiny aftershock of lust. Then she carefully slipped out of his arse and collapsed next to him. “Guess that is a new 'Yes, please' on our list?”

“You bet it is,” he mimicked her. “Do you still have plans with this or …” He pointed at his cum-covered belly.

“Nope, not today.”

He grunted, angling for his wand to clean him and her as well. Then he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss. “Thank you,” he said, “you were amazing.”

“As were you,” she retorted and kept his head in position to deepen the kiss.

“As much as I regret it,” he then sighed, “but I have to quickly disappear.”

Hermione groaned. “Why?”

He huffed a laugh. “What do you think? You virtually administered me an enema! Your piss has to get out again and at this point, it won't only be piss. So as long as you don't want to watch me poo …” He twitched his eyebrows at her and hobbled off, his backside clenched tightly.

“Right,” she mumbled blushing, sinking back onto the blanket.

Where she couldn't stop her mind from wandering. And it wandered to what Severus had to do now, hidden away behind some bushes.

Her fanny twitched.

“Holy shit …” she muttered, rubbing her burning face. Please, not yet another inappropriate kink! It'd been difficult enough to deal with the first one, she couldn't -

Then she froze. 

Wait a minute … 

“Hey!” she called after Severus, sitting up abruptly, “Is that another attempt of yours to test out my kinky waters without having to address it directly?”

He answered her with a dirty laugh. “Don't know. Is it?”

“Prick,” she muttered and hid her face behind her hands again.

Because yes. Yes, it was. 

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They stayed at the lake for the whole afternoon, going in and out of the water, slumbering on the blanket, cuddling for the first time in about a week in this blissful place of under thirty-five degrees. And while Hermione had avoided coming back to the moment earlier for the time being (and Severus hadn't addressed it again either), she eventually caught herself thinking about it when she was lying in Severus' arm about two hours later. 

Was that really something that … she would find exciting to see? Poo? Really?

Her cheeks grew hot and she closed her eyes, hoping that Severus wouldn't notice it. 

It was terrifying, the things she was learning about herself lately. Coming to terms with being aroused by piss had been hard enough but that? Was that something you could even come to terms with? 

“What are you thinking about?” Severus eventually asked.

She blinked up at him. “Can you hear the wheels turn again?”

He hummed, the lovely little crease between his eyebrows a sign of his worry. So he already knew what she was thinking about. He knew because he was thinking about the same. And it made him uneasy, her silence. 

Hermione reached out and stroked her finger across the crease. “Whatever you worry about, it is unnecessary.”

“Is it?”

She nodded. 

“But you are thinking about the situation earlier, aren't you?”

“Yes. But that has nothing to do with you. Or with … what you like.” She bit her lip. “You do like that, don't you?”

He gulped and strictly speaking, that was answer enough. But he was the braver one of them and so he added, “Yes.” 

Hermione exhaled slowly. 

“That doesn't mean that we have to do -”

“I know,” she cut in and smiled, “I know. You'd never do anything I'm uncomfortable with, I'd never doubt that.”

“Then what are you worrying your brain over?”

She pursed her lips, slowly circling his left nipple with her finger. “Well um … I wasn't exactly unaffected by … what you insinuated.”

He hummed again, this time in understanding. “I see.”

“Yeah? Feels like I'm back to square one, to be honest.” She sat up and felt uncomfortable being starkers around him for the first time in months. But since he was just as naked as she was, it didn't feel right to put her dress back on now so she slung her arms around her bent legs instead and put her chin on her knees.

He sat up behind her as well. Then he brushed her hair over her shoulder and placed the softest kiss on her skin. “You pissed in my arse about two hours ago, that's hardly square one,” he then said in so grave a voice that it took her brain three full seconds to understand what he'd been saying.

“Ha ha,” she mumbled blushing fiercely again.

He rumbled a laugh, then he breathed out a sigh. “Seriously, Hermione. Whether you're interested in trying a thing or two in that regard or not, I won't judge you. And I won't pressure you either. But if you say you weren't unaffected by what I said, then maybe it is worth talking about what you are afraid of.”

She cast a glance at him - and surprisingly found it rather easy to verbalise what was unsettling her the most. “I'm … afraid of what that says about me. That I like these things …”

He cocked his head. “I honestly don't know what it says about you. Or me, for that matter. And I don't care either. As should you. It is nobody's business but ours what we're doing when we are alone. And I certainly won't think anything about you liking something I like as well. I would just be glad that I was gifted with a partner who shares my kinks because that is nothing I ever expected to happen.”

She swallowed. “So you do understand what I am struggling with?”

“Of course.”

Hermione smiled at him – and quickly looked away when she felt a sting in the corners of her eyes. Holy shit, she wouldn't start crying over a bloody poo talk! 

“What else are you worried about?”

She huffed a little laugh. He was really adamant to talk this through now … Oh well, better get this over with. “The smell, first and foremost. While I might be … interested in the … act itself,” she stuttered through her reawakened embarrassment, “I'm not so sure about … the outcome.”

Oh, that insufferable git was suppressing a grin, she could see it! But instead of teasing her again with her inability to be blunt for once, he said, “Good thing we're able to do magic then.”

Hermione blinked. “Right.” She hadn't thought about that. Then she frowned. “Do you like the smell?”

Severus took a deep breath, tilting his head back. “I don't mind it. But it's always only been my own smell, so … And I've encountered worse smells in class. I might not be the right person to judge.”

“Mh.”

“Nothing wrong with a spell, though.”

She nodded pensively. “What exactly is it that you'd be interested in trying?” she then asked, avoiding looking him in the eye.

“Whatever you are interested in trying.”

“But I don't know what I'm interested in trying!” Or if I'm interested at all, she added silently because if she was honest for only one second, she knew she was bloody well interested, she just didn't want to be. 

Severus sighed, a hint of annoyance turning up on his face. “Well, then consider this: I will disappear into the bushes again now because our little experiment earlier kind of roiled my guts. If watching me having a shit is something you're interested in trying, then feel free to follow me. If not, stay here and I'll be back in a minute.” He got up and sauntered away, completely unbothered by showing her his perfect arse.

Hermione huffed, pursing her lips when her heart began beating faster. She rubbed her forehead as if she could rub away the embarrassment that apparently surrounded everything regarding body fluids and … other body stuff for her. She wished she could be as indifferent about the things her body reacted to as he was. She wished she could just … let go and see what happened. But embarrassment and the intense feeling of this being absolutely wrong were towering up inside her and she didn't know how to handle that. Didn't mean she couldn't understand Severus' annoyance with her antics, though; she was a grown woman and should be bloody able to own up to what turned her on. 

Especially with a partner like him! With him, she could be sure that he wouldn't look at her strangely or take flight as soon as he could because he found her desires appalling. If she wanted to dive into this, to try it and see if this was really something that turned her on or if it was just the aura of doing something taboo that was exciting her, then he was her best opportunity. 

And his offer was one she should take up because she sure as hell wouldn't have the balls to address this topic again on her own.

She watched Severus leave the small clearing where they'd spread their blanket, worrying her lip like mad.

Her core throbbed.

Bloody hell … 

There was no mistaking about what her body thought about this whole thing. 

And yet it took her until Severus had almost completely disappeared between the trees before she abruptly shot up and hurried after him. 

When a branch cracked underneath her naked foot, he stopped and turned around. And when he spotted her, flushed face, worried lip and all, he smirked. Hermione took a hitching breath and carefully crept closer. 

Severus waited until she leaned against a tree about six or seven feet away from him. Then he turned his back to her and crouched down.

Her heart skipped a beat at that sight. Instantly, her fanny gave a twitch and Hermione crossed her legs, her gaze still lingering on Severus' scarred back while he was shifting to find a good stand. When he stilled, her eyes dropped to his posterior, though. His cheeks were gaping open but she couldn't see his anus from her point of view. She would have had to crouch down as well and she didn't dare. 

But this already was causing her breathing to turn into a slight pant. The anticipation of what he would do now, the indecency of her standing here, openly watching, and the thrill of being outdoors. What if someone caught them? She pressed her hands into the bark of the tree, glad that she had something to lean against. 

And then she saw him press down.

She could even hear him hold his breath while he was supporting the urges of his body and her inner walls began pulsing heavily. “Fuck,” she breathed, unsure whether he'd heard her. She itched to touch herself and at the same time, she stood frozen, unable to willingly move a single muscle.

Well, there probably were enough muscles in her body moving unwillingly already … 

She stared transfixed and felt like she were short of fainting when a slender, soft, brown turd emerged from Severus' arse. It slipped out unresistingly and dropped to the ground and her legs almost gave way underneath her. Taking a strangled breath and trying to ignore the wetness spreading in her crotch, she stared, waiting if there would be -

Yes.

She worried her lip again when the next turd was slipping from his anus and when Severus exhaled the breath he'd been holding, a pulse of lust shot down to where she was already leaking onto her legs, intensifying the tingling in her stomach. 

Then he pressed down again and more shit emerged, following gravity and curling into a pile on the mossy ground. When it eventually popped out with a tiny fart, Hermione flinched and her gaze darted back up to Severus' head. 

He stayed down for some seconds longer, then he straightened back up and -

Hesitated for two seconds before he looked around for her. As if he was afraid she would have left or would be disgusted or … She didn't know but there was a lot of distress mirrored on his face – and it all vanished when he met her eyes.

He exhaled in relief and when he turned around completely, she saw why he'd been hesitating: he was hard.

Hermione whimpered, rubbing her legs against each other and grimacing from the odd feeling of her juices leaking down her inner thighs far enough to make them feel uncomfortably icky. But she forgot about that sensation the moment Severus came to her. Finally able to let go of the tree behind her, she slung her arms around his neck and welcomed his fierce kiss. 

While he was devouring her, he lifted her left leg and clutched his cock to guide it home, gasping at how wet she was for him. 

“Severus,” she mumbled when he thrust into her and was rewarded with a low moan.

And although the bark was scratching her back when he fucked her against the tree, the only thing she could think about was what she'd just witnessed. When Severus let go of her lips, she glanced above his shoulder to the pile of shit he'd left on the forest ground, unbelievably aroused by the pure sight of it, unable to stifle the whine that escaped her throat. Maybe there was the tiniest hint of a smell wafting over to where they were but she couldn't care less. In fact, she only needed two more of his unrestrained thrusts to come, causing her fanny to release another wave of juices.

And while she shuddered in his arms, her body rocked from some intense convulsions, he stiffened and gasped his climax into her ear.

Panting Hermione closed her eyes, her cheek pressed against Severus' shoulder and his heart beating frantically against her chest. The smarting of the scratches on her back became more prominent, as were his fingers that were painfully digging into her thigh. But she couldn't bring herself to tell him. Maybe sex like this just had to hurt a bit.

When he eventually let her down again, he was reluctant to meet her eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she assured, “but the tree did.” She grimaced and uncomfortably moved her shoulder blades.

Severus turned her around a bit and clicked his tongue. “You'll need some Dittany when we're back in the castle. I'm sorry.”

“Never mind. It was worth it.”

“Was it now?” he teased, a hunch of cockiness returning to his features.

Oh, please, let it go! “Obviously,” she bit out, unable to stop her gaze from twitching back to the scene of crime. 

And although she caught herself quickly, Severus naturally noticed it. He caught her chin and made her look him in the eyes. “No judgement, not pressure,” he reminded her seriously and kissed her again. 

Then she slung her arms around his torso and hid her blazing face at his chest, relishing this little moment of comfort. Of him putting a hand on her head and kissing her crown while he was just holding her, filthy and covered in her own lust and his as she was. It was exactly what she needed after this unmistakable outcome of another encounter with the abyss of her libido: a moment to feel that he still loved her and wasn't disgusted by her apparent preferences. 

When she let go of him, he looked at her, a tad bit troubled, and so she grasped his face and tilted it down until she could kiss him on the forehead. “Thank you,” she said, and then it was him seeking comfort in her embrace. It was only then she realised that this must have been a first time for him as it had been for her, and crouching down to poo in front of someone, even if said someone was her, surely wasn't something a man like Severus Snape did easily.

So she welcomed him in her arms and when he buried his face in the crook of her neck, he was careful to not touch the scratches on her back – in vain, but that was fine. He needed this just as much as she did and the pain didn't matter to her. She would hold him and hug him even if it meant going up in flames. 

“I love you,” she whispered when he exhaled deeply, so deeply that it felt like he was breathing out the weight of the world.

“I love you too,” he whispered back. 

And when they were finally ready to return to their blanket, they jumped back into the cool water to get clean again instead of using a spell because … Well, she didn't feel like undoing what they'd done with something as quick and harsh as a spell. As filthy as it might have been, they'd done this together and it'd felt too good to be just wrong.

When Severus surfaced beside her, their eyes met. And when she smiled, he smiled back. Maybe, she thought, this kink was something she would come to terms with after all.

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The last days of summer break had come and when Minerva returned to the castle, Severus left a sleepy Hermione in his quarters to update their boss on what had happened during the last two months.

Well … some of what had happened at least.

She snuggled deeper into his bed, inhaling his heady scent and drawing the thin sheet they used as a blanket tighter around her because, without Severus' heat beside her, it was getting a bit cold being naked under such a thin sheet. Hard to believe that the last heatwave had been only about a week ago … 

But about half an hour after Severus had left, Hermione had to leave her warm nest anyway, nature was calling. Putting on a large T-shirt, she padded into the bathroom - 

- and pursed her lips when she was standing in front of the loo.

Since the little scene in the Forbidden Forest, they hadn't talked about what had happened there again. Not because she regretted it or didn't want to try anything like that ever again but because … She exhaled in a huff, grimacing when her belly cramped a bit. It had been a shockingly intimate moment, both watching Severus poo and the moment they'd shared afterwards. So far, nothing they'd ever done sexually had made her feel so vulnerable and exposed. It hadn't been a bad experience by any means, but she'd just needed a few days to deal with the intensity of emotions it had caused. 

Now, however, that moment and all it had unleashed seemed to be long enough ago that she was ready to … Well, experiment a bit. 

Heat pulsed up her cheeks while she was standing in front of the loo, contemplating if she should really do it. But as always lately, her core gave an interested twitch, outing her reluctant brain as the real culprit in her conflict. 

So she turned around and fetched her wand before returning to the bathroom. And when she was approaching the loo now, the pressure in her abdomen was considerably stronger already. Gnawing on her lip, she tightened her arsehole, surprised by how fast her heart was thumping all of a sudden. Somewhere between her making a decision and returning here with her wand, this had turned sexual and she hadn't deemed that possible.

But a few months ago, she hadn't deemed it possible to come from peeing her pants either, so what did she know anyway?

Drawing out this moment of need for as long as possible, Hermione rubbed her legs against each other and eventually began circling her clit. Mh, that felt nice, the mix of her struggling hole and her pleasuring herself at the same time. 

But eventually, it got too much to bear and she hurried to sit down on the loo – the wrong way around. 

Facing the open lid, her posterior was sticking out over the rim of the seat and this position was her bowl's undoing. With surprising might, her load forced its way out, giving Hermione a jolt of arousal she hadn't seen coming. 

“Fuck,” she mumbled, biting her lip when her former elicited lust clashed with the relief of emptying her bowls after holding on for a number of minutes too long.

But her high didn't last long.

“Oh God,” she muttered when the stench she'd been afraid of spread in the room. 

She covered her mouth and nose before she got up to look at what her body had produced. And yes, the turd was as huge as it had felt, light brown and soft - and it stank horribly!

She tried to uncover her nose again but no. Absolutely out of the question!

Nothing wrong with a spell. That's what Severus had said when she'd mentioned this aspect of the whole ordeal to him the other day. And so she grabbed her wand and cast said spell that would dampen the sensitivity of her nose until she could still smell her poo but wasn't overwhelmed by disgust anymore. “A cheer for magic,” she mumbled and put the wand away to return to her earlier plan. 

Sitting back down on the toilet, the right way around this time, she scrutinised the pile she'd left on the bathroom floor. The act in itself, pooing in front of the toilet instead of into it, woke a fluttering inside her relieved belly. It felt filthy and depraved and that seemed to be just the kind of exciting her libido was looking for lately. 

Squirming on the toilet because the familiar feeling of nothingness underneath her private parts amplified her urge to let go and empty her bladder, Hermione leaned forward and reached out a finger. Letting it hover above the turd that had landed in an almost perfect half-circle, she hesitated. She could feel the warmth brush against her fingertip. How gross … 

And exciting. 

At least as far as her fanny was concerned. Her inner muscles twitched rhythmically and then something dripped into the loo that wasn't pee. 

“Oh God … What am I doing here?” she mumbled.

But then she pushed her bout of shame aside and touched her shit. 

Hermione took a sharp breath when her finger sunk into the soft warm stuff her body had deemed rubbish. Why did it feel … good? Granted, knowing what it was still got her hackles up, but when she managed to ignore that, it felt good and even the dampened smell didn't bother her that much anymore. 

She withdrew her finger and scrutinised the soiled tip. Then she reached around her body and rubbed that finger against her dirty hole. Her breathing quickened from how good it felt. The position was a bit awkward but still … 

Anal sex had never been something she'd been particularly interested in. Not because she'd had a bad experience or because she had any prejudice against it; she'd just read that women were less likely to enjoy it than men and since neither Ron nor Severus had ever suggested it, she'd never bothered to try it out herself. 

But this … 

Well, maybe she was one of those lucky women who did enjoy anal sex.

She arched her back when she carefully poked her finger through the tight muscles of her anus, pulling a face when she realised she could do with some lube. But it was the finger of her right hand that was soiled and she really didn't want to get shit on her wand. 

Pursing her lips, she reached for her dripping fanny and scooped up some of her juices with her middle finger to spread it on her arsehole. And when she tried to push in then, it slipped in unresistingly.

“Oh …” she uttered.

It felt … strange? But not bad. 

Grimacing slightly, Hermione began slowly fucking herself, her eyes fastened back onto the turd that lay at her feet. Her vagina tightened and while she'd used her free hand to stabilise herself on the toilet seat so far, she now used it to fondle her clit.

“Mh, fuck!”

Her face contorted from an odd mix of sensations at first, she soon felt that her lust was winning. She braced her naked feet against the tiled floor and found herself supporting her own fucking by slightly rocking her hips against her finger. Her cheeks were throbbing and it was easy to ignore the slight twinge her arms were giving from the awkward position as she was spiralling herself higher and higher up her lust, propelling towards her climax. 

She was almost there when her left foot slipped on the smooth floor.

And shot directly into the turd.

Hermione froze, staring at her toes buried in her own shit. 

Um … 

She warily moved them. 

And the mushy warm stuff still felt not half-bad. 

Her face burning even hotter now, she began moving again and it didn't take her long to push herself over the edge. She came with a cry, although this probably was one of the most uncomfortable orgasms she'd ever had. It was still far from the worst and so she slumped back against the toilet lid, panting through the aftershocks of her high, only slightly wincing when her bladder eventually gave in. 

Pulling her finger from her arse felt as strange and good as the whole anal thing had so far and when she was done peeing, she got up to wash her hands and clean everything up magically afterwards, the floor, herself and above all the air. She cancelled the spell on her nose and sniffed but no, all evidence of her doing was gone. 

Alas, when she left the bathroom after flushing the toilet, she was met by a smirking Severus who was leaning against the back of the couch, his arms folded across his chest. “Having some fun?” he teased.

Hermione stopped short. “D-Don't know what -”

He tut-tutted at her, standing back up and sauntering over until he was standing right in front of her. “No need to deny it. I heard you. And I know your post-orgasmic blush.” He ran a finger down her heated cheek. “You're most beautiful when you're flushed like that,” he whispered and tipped her head up so he could kiss her.

She moaned against his lips, simply because it felt so amazing being kissed by this man. However embarrassed she might be, she would never turn down a kiss from Severus. 

And when he noticed her giving in, when she blindly put away her wand and grasped his cloak, he manoeuvred her around until she found her back pressed against the doorframe while he kissed her with such abandon that her recently satisfied libido began stirring again. 

“Tell me,” Severus rasped between kisses, “what did you do in there that gave you this beautiful blush?” He pressed his body against hers and when her naked knee slipped between his legs, she could feel his hard bulge.

Her answering gasp escaped her not entirely voluntarily. 

“I um …” she tried to string some coherent words together.

“Yes?”

“I just needed the loo,” she finally managed to press out and was a bit proud of herself because being turned on like this while trying to open at least some of the buttons on Severus' clothes and focussing on his questions, all at the same time, was an awful lot to expect. 

“But?” he prompted her when she lost herself in more buttons.

Hermione glanced up at him, stilling her every movement. “But I didn't use the loo,” she breathed and could feel his cock twitch in his trousers.

Severus moaned, closing his eyes as if to picture what she'd said. “You did not?”

She shook her head. “No. I … I sat down the wrong way around and …”

He blinked. “And?”

Hermione bit her lip, slightly distracted by her tightening core. “And pooed on the floor.”

“Fuck,” he breathed, looking as if he had to stop himself from coming right then and there. 

She whimpered softly, realising how much she missed his skin against hers and some friction to relieve her tension. “Severus, I … I want you to do again what you did in the Forest.”

“I'm afraid you need to be a bit more specific,” he replied hoarsely, “I've done a number of things in the Forest.”

She cast her eyes down. “I want you to … rub your cock between my cheeks.” She could still feel what she'd done to her arse mere minutes ago and vividly remembered how it had felt when Severus had rubbed his length against her hole. She wanted that again, this time in earnest. 

“And you shall get it,” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss her again before he turned her around.

Hermione groaned when she leaned her blazing cheek against the cool wood of the doorframe, closing her fingers tightly around it as well. She heard Severus open his fly behind her and blinked, gazing into the bathroom, training her eyes on the spot where her turd had been lying. A tingle shot down her spine and some of her juices seeped out of her when Severus lubed her and himself up. 

He shoved up her T-shirt and spread her cheeks. “Such a perfect arse,” he mumbled, squeezing them tentatively. And then his cock was between them and Hermione took a sharp breath. 

“Severus, oh God …” she muttered because this was exactly what she needed right now. Feeling his velvety length rub against her sensitive hole right after she -

“What else have you done?” his voice against her ear tore her out of her reverie.

“I – touched – it,” she answered with each of his thrusts.

“And did you like it?” he inquired further, seeking support against the doorframe himself.

“Y-Yes,” she whimpered, spreading her legs a bit more so that the tip of his cock would rub against her labia as well, crowning the delicious sensations on her backside with some more deliciousness on her front. 

“What else?” he gasped.

“I … I fingered my arsehole.” More heat flooded her cheeks, even though she'd deemed that impossible.

Severus shuddered and let out a low moan. “Did you now?” he whispered and failed spectacularly in giving his words a teasing sound. In fact, he sounded like he was about to faint.

“I did,” she confirmed, “and it felt good …”

Severus stilled, cursing under his breath and giving her a hiss when Hermione giggled. When he had himself back under control, he began moving again. “So you fucked that perfect arse of yours.”

“Yes,” she smirked, finding something more than only lust in this situation. 

He hummed against her ear. “I would love to fuck your tight hole as well …”

She bit her lip, tightening her grip around the doorframe. “Then do it,” she whispered. 

And Severus didn't need to be told twice. He backed away from her enough to be able to slide his finger between her cheeks and Hermione gave a soft cry when he circled her tight hole. God, this was so much better than what she'd managed! She didn't know if he had a better technique or if it was just the intimacy of having someone else touch this most private part of her body, but it caused said body to sing with joy and when he dipped his finger inside her, she shuddered as well. 

“So responsive,” he mumbled, “we should have tried this much sooner.”

Hermione tried to answer but she felt unable to form sentences when Severus began finger-fucking her back end in earnest. His cock was still between her legs and rubbing against her inner thigh and because her clit cried for a touch, she reached down and began rubbing herself, meeting the tip of his cock on purpose. 

“You're so tight, so hot, so – ah!” Severus uttered behind her, speeding up his moves. 

“Come on my arse!” she pleaded.

“I will, fuck! I will …” he panted and she closed her eyes, bracing herself for the release that was rushing towards her.

And when it crashed into her, she almost buckled. Had Severus not slung his free arm around her waist she probably would have ended up on her knees. But so she was able to ride out her high in his tight embrace and with his finger higher up her arse than she'd managed herself, grasping the doorframe as if it was a bloody lifeline. 

“Do you manage?” he asked when she eventually stilled.

“Mh-hm,” she mumbled, shifting her weight back onto her trembling legs.

Severus pulled his finger out of her and began rubbing himself against her again, his breathing quickly returning to where it had been right before she'd come. And when he eventually withdrew from between her cheeks she smiled, anticipating the sensation of his cum on her arse.

And he didn't disappoint. 

He came with a low grunt, painting her posterior and her lower back with his cum while his short fingernails scratched across the wood underneath them. Hermione gave an appreciative hum, glancing over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of his orgasm face.

Because the truth was, she knew his post-orgasmic blush just as well as he knew hers and so far, she hadn't found anything more beautiful than seeing him come. There was a certain thrill to witnessing this composed and often enough aloof man let go and lose his composure and it always ended too soon.

But when he caught her watching, he gave her a wicked smile. “My cum looks good on your arse,” he informed her.

“Your cum looks good everywhere on my body.”

“True,” he smirked and reached out to rub it into her skin. “So you won't forget you're mine anytime soon.”

Hermione straightened back up, groaning from the stiffness in her back, and turned around to him. “I could never forget to whom I belong.” She pulled his head down to kiss him, careful to not let her T-shirt touch the dampness on her back. She would keep that, at least for a while. 

Severus put his hands on her hips when she broke the kiss. “So, you're still interested in your newest kink?” he asked, leaning back against his side of the doorframe.

“I am. I just … needed some time.”

He hummed. “I assumed as much. And you really want to try anal sex?”

“Yes.”

He arched his eyebrows. “Guess I'll have some preparing to do then …”

And she was both, curious and apprehensive of what exactly he meant with that.

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It was at the Welcoming Feast, when Hermione was just taking a sip of her wine, that Severus leaned in and whispered, “I … want to lick your arse tonight.” In as straight a voice that she first didn't even get what he'd said – and then choked on her wine.

Oh – my – God!

And that bugger had the audacity to chuckle to himself and return to his stew while she dissolved in a coughing fit and needed Aurora to clap her back! 

“I'm fine, thanks!” she eventually said coarsely, her face burning with what probably was a fierce blush, and gave the Astronomy teacher a strained smile before returning to the culprit. “What the hell?!” she mouthed but she only got a smugly cocked eyebrow in response. 

For the rest of the evening, her mind went hog-wild with the idea he'd planted into it, her stomach tingling and her fanny clenching in turn. Did he really mean what she thought he'd meant? Did he really plan to -

And did she want him to?

She was clearing her sore throat again when Minerva declared the Feast closed and sent the students to their dormitories, and Hermione felt a bit weak-kneed when she stood up to follow Severus down to his quarters. 

At least that was what she'd planned to do but when she turned to the dungeon corridor, he stopped her. “Let's stay at yours tonight. I will have first-years knock on my door all night long.”

She gave him a chastising look. “Shouldn't you be there for them then? You are their Head of House, you know?”

“Exactly. I am their Head of House, not their Dad! They will cope. We have Prefects for a reason. Besides … I wouldn't be able to deduct points from them for actually believing I was there to console them because Slytherin hasn't earned any points yet. So I'd have to give them detention and you cannot want that. It would ruin our whole next week.” 

She huffed. But before she had any chance to object, he tugged at her hand and lured her up the Marble Staircase. “You're impossible!” she still chided him.

“That's what you love about me.”

To that, she couldn't object even if she wanted to.

And when he whirled her around, pinned her against her door and attacked her mouth, every thought of objecting dissolved. Mhh … He probably was right, the first-years would cope. “Severus …”

He hummed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Then he looked at her. “So … What do you think about my earlier suggestion?”

“Oh, that was a suggestion? I thought you were trying to kill me.”

He smirked. “Not yet. I'll keep that for later.”

“Git,” she grinned and bit her lip, contemplating what he'd offered her to do. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Have I ever been unsure about anything I offered to do?”

“I guess not …” 

“Well …” He shrugged his eyebrows, then he let her go and began unbuttoning his cloak. 

And because that was a sight that almost passed as foreplay for her, she stayed where she was, eating him up with her eyes and enjoying the excitement that began cursing through her body. Gods, she loved that man … And she wanted him!

When the urge to touch him got too strong, she slipped out of her shoes and tip-toed to him. “Okay,” she whispered, nipping at his lips, “just let me take a quick shower, all right?”

“That won't be necessary. There is a charm for that purpose.”

She blinked. “Really?” 

He nodded. “Wizards, witches and everyone in between have always been utterly horny and utterly impatient.”

“Okay, yeah, that figures,” she mumbled, experiencing both right now, the horniness and the impatience.

Severus brushed his thumb along her cheek. “But – just so you know – I neither require the charm nor a shower. There's nothing about your body that isn't desirable to me.”

She gulped, completely unprepared for such a confession. “O-Okay,” she stammered, her face blazing hot again. 

He released her from the intensity of his words and eyes by kissing her, gently and yet hungry, until she virtually melted into his arms. And there he held her, combing his fingers through her hair and letting her sense the desire he felt for her. God, she already missed the lazy mornings as of late, waking up in his arms and staying in bed until noon, sometimes longer. 

Well, that's a first … Being sad about the holidays ending … 

But Severus had a gift for taking her mind off of things like that. And this time, he accomplished it by gently steering her towards her bed. 

Her breathing quickened while she fumbled with his buttoned shirt and when she finally succeeded and shoved it down his shoulders, she bit her lip and met his eyes, a jittery sensation rolling down her back. 

Severus held her gaze while he undressed her, piece by piece until she stood before him only wearing her knickers. “Relax,” he rumbled, “and lie down.” 

She exhaled slowly and did as she'd been told. Her bed smelled weird, being unused for more than two months at this point, cool against her naked back and unfamiliar soft. She'd never realised how soft her mattress was. Probably the reason why Severus preferred sleeping down in the dungeons inst-

Oh!

His parting her legs and pulling down her knickers tore her from her musings. His knees popped when he kneeled down in front of her bed and then his nose met her clit. “Mhh!” she sighed, absent-mindedly tangling her fingers in his hair. She put her feet up on the mattress and let her knees fall to the side, opening herself fully for him, and grinned when her mind went blank. Severus' tongue on her folds, between her folds and in her channel just had that effect on her. And that he never failed to give her clit a soft nudge or two with his gorgeous nose was also helping tremendously. 

Only after some minutes of making her shiver and moan did he pull her body a bit further down so that her arse hung slightly over the edge. “So,” he asked in a dark voice and looked up at her, his face glistening from her juices, “shall I proceed?”

“Yes,” she breathed, elated from her being horny as fuck and willing to let him lead the way to her climax.

“And do you want me to use the charm?”

Hermione grimaced, biting down on her lip. “Yes,” she eventually mumbled. This whole thing made her nervous enough as it was. Severus being not only on eye-level with her arse but letting him lick that very thing as well was just … Well, there probably weren't that many more intimate things you could do. And she didn't want to be afraid of … um … accidentally farting in his face, to put it frankly. Let alone other unwelcome things that part of her body could decide to do.

Luckily, Severus didn't comment on her decision. He just fetched his wand and warned her, “This feels a bit tingly inside.”

Which was true. Actually, it tingled so much that she uttered a cry of surprise but it was gone as quick as it had come and when Severus returned to her wet folds the next moment, her whole train of thoughts dissipated again. 

Hermione closed her eyes, relaxing into the amazing feelings Severus' tongue was able to give her. 

And took a sharp breath when he first strayed down to her perineum. 

Not because it was the first time he did that; he'd explored those areas in the past already now and then. No, it was the toaster effect. She'd expected it to happen, had waited for it to happen – and when it finally did, she was startled. 

She felt his soft huff against her sensitive skin and bit her lip when more heat flooded her face. Then she exhaled slowly, relaxed again. 

And when he parted her cheeks and let his tongue stray even further down this time, she did not flinch. But she held her breath, focussing on how it felt, having him lick along her anus. It was … a bit weird? But not bad. Just … unfamiliar, probably. 

“All right?” he asked.

“Mh-hm.” She needed more data to make a final decision. 

And she needed to get her mind off the fact that he … was just licking her arse. Like … literally! 

Luckily, Severus had a talent for taking her mind off of things and so all of her coherent thoughts vanished when he gently prodded the tip of his tongue against her hole. “Oh fuck!” she hissed before she could stop herself. 

He rumbled a dark laugh. “Was that a go on or a stop this right now?”

“Go on! Go on …” she assured him.

“Well, then …” He emerged from between her legs and grabbed a pillow. “Lift your back,” he ordered and stuffed it underneath her arse, then he returned to his mission in earnest.

And when she said earnest, she meant earnest!

His tongue outright attacked her hole in all the best ways. He licked and prodded and slipped through her tight muscle ring, introducing her to a whole range of sensations she hadn't known she could feel. Having his finger up her arse had been good, having his tongue on the same spot was amazing!

“Severus!” she yelped, moving her lower body to meet his tongue whenever he shoved it back into her, “Gods, yes!” She couldn't stop her muscles from convulsing around him, just as she couldn't stop her fanny from twitching. Her fingers pulled on his hair, causing him to groan, probably not only from pleasure but since he didn't complain she assumed it wasn't too bad. 

And when he eventually gave her anus a last lick with the full flat of his tongue before he returned to her sensitive folds and her clit, she cried out, hovering on the edge of her climax for blissful seconds before he tipped her over.

She came with his mouth closed around her vulva and his tongue buried into her, literally sucking up everything her body was able to give him, and feeling his sounds of pleasure vibrate against her core, drew out her high for some seconds longer. 

She slumped exhausted when it was over, breathing heavily. “Holy shit …” 

Severus pulled the pillow out from under her and guided her feet down to the floor, before he bent over her lower body, his cheek rubbing against her curls. “I take it you enjoyed it?”

“Oh, stop this fishing for compliments!” she mock-chided, “You very well know you did amazing!” 

He smirked at her when she raised her head to glance down at him. 

“And your face is a testament to that,” she added chuckling. It was flushed red and covered in her lust. Hermione sat up and brushed a bit of her juices from his cheeks before she pulled him up to kiss him. Her own smell and taste on him was nothing new to her and she'd come to like it. “Thank you,” she eventually whispered and gave him a peck on his nose. 

Which he wrinkled in response. “It was my pleasure.”

“Was it? Or do you want me to … return the favour?” She cocked an eyebrow.

He smiled. “Another time. Now I'm in the mood for something different …”

“Tell me!”

He straightened up, combing his fingers through her sweaty hair. “You don't happen to need a wee, don't you?”

She grinned. “As it happens, I think I do …” It had been a while since she'd last gone and now that her arousal faded, she felt her bladder twinge. 

“Perfect,” Severus mumbled and got up only to take off his trousers and pants. The latter had a huge wet spot on the front and he gave a soft sigh when his hard cock sprang free. Before she could ask him how he preferred it, he kneeled back down in front of her, meeting her eyes, his cheeks still flushed.

Hermione skidded closer to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wider before she reached down and parted her still-wet folds. 

Severus gave a throaty sound when he looked down at her exposed fanny, obviously not the slightest bit desensitised by the fact that he'd been on eye-level with that part of her body for the last twenty minutes or so. “You're so beautiful,” he whispered, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. 

“As are you,” she responded, her gaze fastened on his face. The frown that was reserved for moments like this. The traces of her juices. The soft tinge of his normally sallow cheeks. The way his lower lip moved under his heavy breathing. Just … perfect. 

Then she focused on letting go and gave a small sigh when she succeeded. The first trickling quickly grew into a stream that met his chest and trailed down into his lap.

Severus moaned and leaned his head back, letting his cock twitch two, three times before he reached down and began wanking himself. 

Hermione's eyes darted down to his swollen member, mewling softly at this delicious sight. Gods, how was it even possible that she was horny again already?!

His rubbing got faster and just when her stream was about to taper off, he took a sharp breath and stiffened, the first shots of cum emitting from his tip before he dissolved in a convulsing shudder and hovered through the remaining eruptions of his climax. 

“Just beautiful,” she repeated so softly he probably didn't even hear her. 

When Severus blinked out of his haze, one hand supporting himself on the floor behind him, she smiled. “That,” he stated, “was exactly what I needed today.”

“Anytime,” she grinned. Then she frowned. “Well … Not literally. But anytime I need the loo.”

He huffed and sat back up. 

Hermione snatched her wand to clean up the whole mess they'd made, still musing. “Is there a charm for that as well?”

“For what?” He grimaced when he came back to his feet and sat down next to her.

“A spell to make someone need to pee.”

“I honestly don't know. Why do you ask?”

“Because … Well, if you'd taken a bit longer I would have been finished too early. I just thought …”

He cocked an eyebrow. 

“Never mind. Would probably turn out to be a medical charm and medical means usually aren't that … comfortable.”

“Probably. I can look into it but not now. I'm knackered.”

“Aww,” she grinned and caressed his cheek, “have I worn you out so much?”

“You always do.” But he didn't really seem to mind for he leaned in to kiss her and turned it into a promise for more – tomorrow. 

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She woke in the middle of the night with a bodily need she didn't quite associate with that time of night. Or with the night in general. Groaning softly, she tried to untangle herself from Severus’ hug but he only pulled her tighter. 

Chuckling, she said, “Severus, you have to let me go, I need the loo!” And quite urgently at that.

“Do it here,” he mumbled.

Oh, boy … She couldn’t stop the heat from creeping up her cheeks. Well, at least he didn’t see it. “That’s not …” She stopped. “I don’t have to pee, Severus.” Well, not only … 

“So?” he said, sounding decidedly more awake now. 

Hermione bit her lip when her pulse shot up and she clenched her muscles against the urge her body reminded her of again. “I … I don’t know.” What if she was getting ill? This was not her usual time to need the loo! 

“Are you scared of something or do you not want to do this?”

She exhaled slowly, trying to figure out what it was. Did she want to do this? Did she want this to be the first time she … involved Severus in her bowel movements? He’d let her watch him poo and she’d enjoyed it quite a bit. Yes, this would take it a step further but … She was not inherently averse to trying this. And the thought of relieving herself in the bed, with Severus pressed against her as close as he was … It was exciting. That certain thrum of filthy and depraved she’d come to enjoy so much lately was stirring in her crotch again, strong enough for her to even notice it through the mounting pain in her stomach.

“I um … I’m afraid of …” She grimaced. “You see, this is not a normal time for me to need the loo. I’m afraid I might get -”

“You’re not getting ill,” he interrupted her, “it’s just the charm.”

She stilled. “The charm?”

“The charm I used on you earlier tonight. It pushes the faeces further up your bowels and when it wanes …”

“Everything slides back down,” she concluded.

“Exactly. It doesn’t change the texture, though.”

“Oh.” It was both, a sound of understanding and pain but it turned into a moan when Severus’ fingers stretched further down her belly, rubbing her carefully. “And um … you would really like that?”

He shifted behind her until she could feel his hard cock against her buttock. “I would.”

Holy shit … She pinched her eyes closed, feeling slightly betrayed by her convulsing fanny and yet unable to withstand this whole situation’s allure. “Okay,” she breathed. 

She got a moan in response. A moan that sounded as if it had been suppressed for quite a while now. “May I -” Severus mumbled and aligned his cock with her creak.

“Y-Yes.”

He was breathing hot down her neck when he parted her cheeks and slipped a bit between them. Hermione could feel his cock twitch and felt her fanny respond the same way. Well, our bodies obviously speak the same language … 

Then he stilled and only his breathing against her skin remained as did her own natural resistance against what she planned to do. 

But just as her inner resistance to wet a bed, this block of her body dissolved as well when her bowels decided they couldn’t take the load pent up inside her any longer. 

Fuck! This would be massive!

And for a moment she thought about telling Severus to allow him to decide again but then she realised, she wouldn’t make it to the loo anyway and so she clawed her hand into the soon-to-be-soiled sheets and hoped he wouldn’t mind. 

“Ahh!” she moaned when she felt her anus open up to the log that was pushing its way out of her. It indeed felt the same as always, soft but formed, and the relief felt so good that she moaned again, burying her face in her pillow.

Soon her shit was met by resistance, though, and piled back up against her arse. Severus gasped throatily, pressing himself harder against her. “Oh fuck, Hermione,” he whimpered.

“Wh-at?” she whispered back, hoping he didn’t regret this because she couldn’t stop! She couldn’t stop the shit from sliding further out of her and she couldn’t stop her body from reacting aroused to the feeling of the warm, soft stuff filling her creak and squidging up her arse towards her lower back.

“This is so hot, I-I … I need to move, please …”

“Yes,” she mumbled, more than one type of relief causing some wetness to come both to her eyes and her quim. 

And then Severus indeed moved. Rubbing his hard cock against her creak and into her shit, spreading it even further over her backside, and oh God! Why did this feel so amazing?!

The stench of her faeces welled up from under the blanket and Hermione heard Severus inhaling it deeply. It made him shudder with an intense bout of arousal, his cock twitched again. 

She, however, reached for her wand and silently cast the spell to dampen her nose’s perception again. Nothing wrong with using a spell, she reminded herself and put her tool away again before she relaxed into the feeling of her mushy poo being smudged against her skin by Severus’ cock. It was like … like the other day when he’d caught her leaving the loo but better. It was dirty and hot and depraved and everything she always thought she could never enjoy but here she was and her fanny spoke another language than her mind. Her fanny was salivating like Fang when Hagrid filled his bowl and fluttering like a butterfly against her hand.

“Wait, wait, wait!” she mumbled then.

“What?”

“I-I’m not done …”

“Merlin …” he breathed, panting from the strength it took him to still behind her.

And when Hermione pushed down to release some more shit from her arse, he even whimpered. 

She smirked, remembering quite vividly how much this had turned her on when she’d watched him and so she made a show of pushing a bit harder and moaning a bit louder than strictly necessary, savouring what she could do to him with that alone.

When the second turd met his cock, his fingers bit into her skin and he jerked his hips forward. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered, panting against her neck. “Are you … can I …?”

“Yes,” she whispered back and raised a hand to tangle it in his hair while Severus gave in to his need to thrust into the mess she’d made. With only a tinge of the smell wafting around her nose, she could almost forget that it was shit he was spreading all over her posterior and up her lower back. But she didn’t want to. Yes, she could tell herself it was something as innocent as a paste but that instantly took the edge off the thrill she’d decided to accept as a part of her. 

And so she arched into Severus’ thrusts, meeting him halfway, and took as deep breaths as he did, trying to unite the smell she’d learned to deem disgusting with the amazing sensations this kind of play gave her. With her mounting arousal and the needy grunting of a very hard Severus behind her. With her carnal and maybe animalistic side that relished the loosening of her usually tight reigns. 

She urged Severus’ fingers on her belly further down her body until he understood what she wanted him to do. Hermione yelped when he found her clit and began circling it with abandon. “Severus, oh God, yes!” she cried, half out of her mind from all the sensations her body was trying to cope with, tightening her muscles when she felt her climax rushing up on her and -

“Ahhhnnngh!”

Her grip on his hair tightened, probably enough to cause him pain, but Severus didn’t seem to mind for when she stiffened for a second before her body fell into the bucking and shuddering that accompanied every good orgasm, he stilled too, and judging by his hitching breath and trembling moan, he found completion as well. 

It was only two seconds later that she felt his cum hot on her inner thigh.

They both slumped down panting when their climaxes waned. Hermione let go of his hair, mumbling “Sorry,” before taking her hand down.

“’s fine,” he replied, utterly spent as it seemed.

She chuckled. “And I thought you’d be up to seconds…”

“Mh?” he inquired groggily, pressing his lips against her shoulder.

“I um … need to pee as well.”

She felt him grin. “As it happens, I do too. But I’ll need a moment until I can let go I think.”

“Me too.” She sighed, slightly moving her sticky back against him. “That was … interesting.”

He huffed. “Judging by how hard you came it was more than interesting.”

Her face grew hot again. “Yeah, well …” She hesitated to turn around to him – until she concluded that her bed was completely soiled anyway and that they would vanish all of it as soon as they were done fulfilling their bodily needs. So she shimmied out of his embrace enough to be able to roll onto her back. As soon as she stilled she was attacked by some eager lips, making good for every kiss they hadn’t been able to share during their play. 

“I love you,” he said in a dark voice when he finally let go of her.

“Love you too.” She kissed him again, trying to ignore the slight discomfort that was slowly creeping up on her from her backside. “Severus?”

“Mh?”

“Earlier tonight, when you … you know.”

“Mh?”

She bit her lip, thankful for him to pass over her reluctance to say it out loud. “You said you would have done that without the charm as well.”

“I did.”

She pursed her lips. “Does that mean you … like tasting my … poo as well?”

“No,” he said and she could hear the smirk in his voice, “I do have some dirty kinks but I neither want to have your pee nor your poo in my mouth.”

“Oh, good!” Because she didn’t think she’d be comfortable with that. “But what if … Well, with what you’ve been doing …”

He softly clicked his tongue. “I’m still not sure if I find your shyness annoying or endearing.”

“Oh, shush! I’m working on it, okay? I come from a-a very clean and … private house, everything about this was hush-hush at home. I’m not used to using those words.”

He hummed again, kissing her temple. “I see where your dirty longings come from …”

“… Probably.” She wrinkled her nose, slightly unwilling to accept that her parents’ tendency to speak no more about those bodily things than necessary was the source of … this. “Anyway. With what you’ve been doing earlier, aren’t you risking to … get some poo in your mouth when you’re not using the charm?”

“Usually no. I might have a quite talented tongue, but it isn’t long enough to go in that deep.”

“Oh …” She squirmed a little, both from the remaining embarrassment about their topic and from her full bladder. “Well, then …”

“Do you have any more questions?” he teased and kissed her again.

“No. Not now, anyway …” 

“Good. Because I really need to go and we should aspire to get some hours of sleep as well lest the dunderheads will do what they like with us tomorrow and I don’t want to have to explain to Minerva why we’re tired out after two months of not having to work.” He mumbled all of this against her temple, causing her to sigh from the deep rumble of his voice vibrating in her body.

“Right,” she mumbled when he stopped and skidded closer to him, grimacing from the feeling of her skin sticking to her earlier mess. Ugh, she was so glad they had magic … 

Severus positioned his hand over her mound and in turn, Hermione cupped his shit-coated cock with hers. They both sighed when they let go – and then again when the hot piss flowed over their hands. Turning her face to him, Severus caught her lips with his and devoured her. 

It felt so good, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning into his mouth. 

He smirked. “Are you, by chance, up to seconds?”

“I-I … guess so …”

“Well, then …” He began circling her clit when her stream tapered off and she arched into his touch immediately.

“Mh, Severus,” she murmured against his lips, spreading her legs a bit wider for him, astounded by her own newly awakened arousal. 

He answered by sliding two fingers into her slick tunnel, eliciting a surprised yelp from her lips. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he mumbled, “I wish I could fuck you as you deserve.” He used his fingers instead, thrusting them in and out of her with as much force that she could hear the squelching sounds even from under the blanket, nudging her G-spot every time he slid into her. 

“Mh, yes, ugh,” she muttered with every thrust, feeling something build up inside of her, tension and need and lust and longing, and soon, he pushed her over the edge again, causing her to fall freely into another delicious climax. 

A climax that once again caused a lot of fluid to gush from her fanny and shower Severus’ hand. He moaned with gusto, rubbing it against her folds and kissing her mouth again as if it were her mound. “We need to repeat this soon,” he decided when she relaxed beside him, “and then I want my mouth down there.”

“Okay,” she mumbled, too spent to object against anything. 

He rumbled a dark laugh. “Do you think you’ll manage to clean us up before you fall asleep? I don’t know where my wand is.”

“Um … sure.” She groped for her wand on her nightstand, too lazy to lean in. Luckily, she still had one clean hand left and after pushing something over the edge (an empty glass by the sound of it), she got a hold of the tool. A second later, all the stickiness and wetness on their bodies and the mattress vanished. “Ugh, thank God for magic!”

He huffed a tired laugh, then he pulled her close again. “Thank God for you.”

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It was Saturday afternoon after their first – and surprisingly exhausting – week back to teaching. Hermione had fallen asleep on the couch in Severus’ quarters and when she blinked awake, she was alone. But there was a faint background noise that told her where he was: the lab.

Well, even without the familiar sounds of him brewing potions she should have been able to guess that. Severus spent every free minute in the lab. Really, she felt honoured that minutes with her didn’t count as free anymore. 

Yawning groggily, she got up and crossed first the living room, then his office. Since she wasn’t wearing shoes, her approaching the lab was absolutely silent, though, and probably the reason why she became privy to another, not that familiar sound mixing into the others: a low muffled rumbling.

She stopped short, biting her lip. Did Severus just fart?

And not just a usual fart but a huge one! Never would he have let that one rip knowing that she could hear it!

Not that they were particularly touchy in that regard; they’ve done dirtier things with each other at this point. But flatulence didn’t seem to be a problem they were prone to and so they’d only witnessed the odd sleepy poot.

At least as far as she remembered. She couldn’t be made responsible for things her body did when she was asleep!

But Severus had never said anything hinting at that so she was probably fine. 

She was torn from her musings by another rumbling sound on the other side of the leant door. It was followed by a tiny sigh. 

Poor man … 

Her spontaneity didn’t seem to agree with him. When they’d got up around noon, she’d Apparated to Glasgow, hit by a sudden craving for Indian takeaway. It had been delicious, as always, and Severus had enjoyed it as well, a fact she’d been rather surprised by if she was honest. He wasn’t a good or enthusiastic eater. He ate whatever was available whenever his stomach demanded it – and then he went back to what he had been doing before, completely indifferent to whether he’d liked what he’d eaten or not. 

It was a pity that one of the rare occurrences of him enjoying a meal was followed by this.

But maybe … she could turn this experience around?

Pursing her lips, Hermione sneaked closer, cast the charm to slightly dampen the sensitivity of her nose (weaker than she had so far, she wanted to get used to the whole experience of her kink), and waited for the next time Severus released some gas from his probably bloated and unsettled stomach.

She grimaced when it happened; it was a long and low rumble of what sounded like hot farts leaving his backside. Oh boy … 

Putting on a casual expression, she stepped into the lab, off-handedly remarking, “Lunch’s vexing you, love?”

Severus positively flinched and laying his startled eyes on her, he tensed up. “Hermione …” 

She went to him and with a soft “Hey” she leaned up and kissed him. It was only meant as a peck but sensing his stressed demeanour, she extended it until he relaxed a bit against her. 

He cleared his throat when she sank back down and returned his eyes to his potion. “I thought you were still asleep.”

“I know.” She reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, noticing him tense up even more. But he could do nothing to hide the grumbling in his belly. “You do know that I don’t mind, right?”

He huffed. “I did not but I assume I should have guessed.” 

“Yes, you should have.” She smiled.

“I will still brew a potion to address that problem as soon as I’m done here.”

She pursed her lips. “Well, you can do that, of course …” she said and stepped behind him, looping her arms around his torso and beginning to rub his indeed bloated belly. Severus took a sharp breath. “Or we … solve it another way?”

He exhaled shakily, stopping his doing to seek support on the tiled surface of his lab table. “I … Are you sure?”

“Have I ever been unsure about anything I offered to you?” she echoed his words from about a week ago.

He held his breath, his body fully tensed up. Even his abdominal wall was as hard as stone.

“Just let go, Severus,” she murmured, continuing to circle her flat palm over his belly, “it’s fine.”

And so he did. He slumped a bit when he released his breath and an enormous fart that bubbled against her crotch and wafted up warm between their bodies. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

He huffed, glancing at her over his shoulder. “Does this turn you on?”

“Not particularly,” she admitted, “but it doesn’t turn me off either. And it inspires me …”

Giving his potion a last stir, Severus pushed the cauldron off the fire and turned around to her. “Does it now?”

She smirked up at him. “Yes.”

“And what exactly does my strained digestion inspire you to?”

Catching her lip between her teeth, she let it slowly slip out again before she said, “I would love to bend you over this table and fuck you until you feel better.”

He gulped, apparently surprised by her proposal. Then a smirk curved his lips. “Miss Granger … It seems like you should take a nap more regularly, it helps loosen your tongue.”

She chuckled. “I guess that’s on the week we had and not on my nap. And on my cycle. I’m horny like a rabbit on steroids. Just thinking about what I want to do with you …” She moaned delicately and rubbed herself against his front, searching and finding his growing bulge.

And it bothered her not a single bit that another bubbling fart escaped the very arse she planned to fuck at that exact moment. It ended in an almost adorable squeak.

“So … are you interested?”

Severus grimaced and grasped her hips. “I am …”

“But?”

He blinked. “I cannot use the charm. Not unless I take a potion that settles my stomach first because if I use it now all of this -” He circled his finger over his bloated belly. “- will be stuck in me for several more hours and -”

She put a finger on his lips. “You misunderstood me, Severus. I don’t want you to use the charm. Rather I want to be the potion that settles your stomach.”

He blinked. “I see …” he then said hoarsely.

Hermione grinned. “Well?”

His eyes jumped back and forth between hers for some seconds, then he nodded. “Get the strap-on.”

And that was exactly what she did. 

She left a trail of clothes on her way into the bedroom and after she’d put on her strap-on, she paused. Severus was a bit taller than she so she would probably have difficulty meeting him at the right height. Unless … 

She turned to her part of his wardrobe and fetched the high heels she’d worn to Lavender’s hen do. And because her thigh highs were still tucked into them, she put those on as well. All in then, she thought and switched her white cotton bra for her black lace bra, regarding herself in the mirror with a satisfied nod, angling her head when she scrutinised the slightly bobbing strap-on. She was getting more and more used to seeing herself with a penis. Huh … 

Throwing her dressing gown on, she returned to the lab, stopping at the door and reaching a hand up the frame to give Severus the show he deserved for allowing her to fuck him under these circumstances. 

He gulped again when he spotted first the bra, then her strap-on peeking out between the folds of her dressing gown, and eventually her stockings and the heels she’d put on. His mouth opened a bit but he said nothing.

“Did I succeed in making you speechless?” she purred.

“I … guess you did,” he mumbled, grimacing when another rumble from inside his belly disrupted their moment. “This will be a mess …”

“Good.”

He snorted. 

“Well, why are you still clothed? I thought you would be waiting for me, starkers and adorning the floor with precum …”

He arched an eyebrow. “I like this time of your cycle,” he said in a dark voice and when she approached him, he pulled her close and kissed her hungrily, reaching down to pump her cock. “Can’t wait to sink this into my dirty hole, can you?” he muttered, eliciting a gasp from her. 

“Never,” she breathed, rubbing his bulge in turn before she fumbled to open his trousers and push them over his hips together with his briefs. Severus hissed when his cock met hers and couldn’t stop himself from thrusting forwards, three, four times, all the while trying to get himself out of his clothes. 

When they’d finally succeeded, Hermione put a hand on his chest. “Turn around,” she whispered, stealing a last kiss from his lips. 

With a smirk, he complied. He even leaned over the table voluntarily, exposing his perfectly round backside to her. 

Hermione bit her lip, half-heartedly stifling a moan, and stroked her palms down his pale bumcheeks. She grinned when a hissing fart escaped him the moment she parted them. 

Severus moaned. 

“Feels good?” she cooed.

“Ugh, yes …”

She hummed. “You think you can keep them in for a few minutes?”

He glanced at her. “What are you planning to do?”

She grinned. “Returning a favour.”

He arched his eyebrow but nodded. “Don’t go too deep.”

“I won’t.” She took her wand from the pocket of her dressing gown and because she was feeling warm already, she took it off and threw it aside carelessly. “Scourgify!” she mumbled, pointing the tip at Severus backside. Then she put the tool away and crouched down until she was face to face with his puckered anus. Taking a deep breath, she leaned in and licked across the skin surrounding it, for the first time attempting something like this. It was surprisingly unspectacular, tasting like every other part of his skin she’d had the pleasure to taste so far. It was just slightly more hairy, but not too much to bother her. 

And the low moans coming from Severus encouraged her to go on, circling the tip of her tongue over his tightly closed hole and cupping his balls with her hand, carefully rolling them around. He took a hissing breath, slightly arching into her touch and her tongue. “Fuck …” he breathed, straightening his legs to not lose his balance. 

She grinned, softly prodding his entrance, not with the intention to slip her tongue through the tight muscle but to indulge him a bit.

He rewarded her with an intense shudder.

“Stop,” he then gasped and she obeyed and stood back up. 

“Enjoyed yourself?” she asked, stroking her hands up his back when he relaxed and released some more gas, bubbling sharply against the wetness she’d left on him.

“Very much so.”

Hermione cocked her head and peeked onto the floor underneath him. Now there were some drops of precum glistening in the soft light. “I see,” she grinned and fetched her wand again. “Still in?” she checked up with him.

“If you’re still in, I’m still in,” he retorted and cast a hooded glance at her.

“I cannot wait,” she mumbled and lubed Severus and her strap-on up generously, the growing thrum of arousal peaking from the familiar feel of the cool lube on the toy that more and more felt like it was a part of her body every time she wore it. “Relax,” she said when she was done and positioned the tip of her cock against Severus’ anus. 

He exhaled deeply, the kind of exhale she connected with these situations so much that the sound alone made her stomach tickle, and her tip slipped into him.

“All right?” she inquired, “Enough lube?”

He hummed in agreement, completely focussed on taking her in fully. Hermione held still while he was softly rocking his hips against her, slowly inching himself onto her cock.

“Mhh, so good,” she mumbled, slowly caressing his lower back and his arse, still amazed by how gorgeous it felt to have his tight hot hole surround and squeeze her. 

Until another burning fart forced its way out, rattling against the strap-on and causing a delicious jolt of lust to shoot through Hermione. “Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed, totally unprepared for that sensation.

Severus chuckled. “Turned on by my farts after all?”

“Surprisingly, I am,” she huffed and slipped further into him, moaning from the tightness surrounding her. “Ahhh, yes …”

It took Severus about a minute or two to relax enough to take her in fully. And when her crotch met his backside, he breathed a sigh of relief. “Fuck …” 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just … a lot. This will get messy soon.” He widened his legs a bit, bringing his hips down lower until they were perfectly positioned for Hermione.

“Well, that's what we're here for. Don't hold back, love.”

He nodded and put his forehead on his arms, relaxing into everything that was happening in his body, the strap-on buried in his arse, the pressure of his unsettled stomach, and the mixing of what she assumed were very different sensations, namely his strong arousal in contrast to the pain his bowels were probably causing him. 

So she took it slowly, letting herself slip out of him before she carefully pushed back in. She moaned, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Gods, this man felt so good around her … 

When she slipped out next, more gas came loose, helping her to another round of tickling ripples around the tip of her cock, prompting a moan from them both. “Is it just the relief that feels good, love?”

“No,” he mumbled, “Go on.”

So she did, watching mesmerised as her cock disappeared into Severus’ arse, the deceptively real-looking and feeling skin wrinkling against his entrance. Her fanny was once again leaking her arousal down her legs and the anticipation of what Severus had announced would happen only amplified that. There was absolutely no sense in denying it anymore, she was completely and utterly turned on by watching him poo, so much so that even thinking about it made her heart beat so hard and fast that she felt the need to hold on to Severus’ arse. 

Maybe the thought of having her watch him poo was just as arousing for Severus because his moans grew louder and deeper and when Hermione looked up she saw that he was pressing his fingers so hard against the surface of the table that his nails stood out white. Then he groaned, more from pain probably than lust. “Herm-mione, I …” His voice faded into a suppressed gasp and when she pulled out of him this time, she did so completely and bit down on her lip when Severus pushed down fiercely. 

She took a sharp breath when a stream of mushy poo erupted from his stretched hole. It pattered to the ground between them, splattering onto her feet and his calves, mixed with more gas that popped out of him and sprinkled her belly with little dots of poo. 

It was a sight that almost made her come then and there. 

And for the first time, the putrid smell was exactly what she wanted. It didn’t disgust her, on the contrary! It supported what she was experiencing and she took a deep breath, relishing the rapid twitching of her fanny.

The stream tapered off with a tiny mewl from Severus, followed by a weak, “Oh God, bloody hell …”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Feel better, love?”

“Immensely,” he mumbled back, sounding outright exhausted. “Are you all right?”

“I’m bloody perfect,” she reassured him, “I almost came watching you.”

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Ready for me to go on?”

“Yes.” It was merely a breath.

And so she stepped back closer, lubing them both up again before parting his soiled cheeks and pressing back into his shit-caked hole. It was easier than the first time round with him still being stretched and more relaxed now that he’d been able to relieve some of the pressure in his guts. But it still felt as amazing as before, maybe even more so. His poo was smeared across her strap-on and small amounts of it leaked out around it when she withdrew, dripping down into the pile underneath them, specks of it sticking to her pubic hair as well. “Ugh, you’re so hot,” she mumbled, grasping his hips harder to pull him back onto her.

Severus uttered a trembling moan and even motioned to meet her halfway before he pushed down when she withdrew the next time, causing more poo to bulge out around her cock. Hermione whimpered, turned on beyond belief. He gasped when she slipped out of him completely, clearing the way for another bout of mushy poo. He was panting when it subsided, his head still resting on his crossed arms. She could see his skin pebble from how good it had to feel to get rid of what was knotting his bowels.

Following an instinct, Hermione leaned down and kissed his lower back, circling her tongue over his soft skin and trailing it up until she met his first scars. They were old, white, and soft, but he hadn't told her yet where they were stemming from. She'd never asked him either. Since he'd never shown any reluctance to let her see them, she assumed that he didn't think of them most of the time and it felt unnecessary to remind him just to satisfy her curiosity. Still, she sometimes felt the need to soothe the wounds that had caused them, and so she caressed them with kisses and gentle licks until she got the impression that Severus was ready to take her in again.

And indeed did he meet her first thrust with a moan and every following as well, pushing himself up on his forearms and letting his head hang low between his shoulder blades, creating a cavity with his body that amplified his sounds of pleasure, making her skin pebble as well from how intense he sounded.

Just when she thought she would make him come any second, Severus stopped her again. “Ugh, fuck, wait!” He shuddered violently when she pulled out and needed a second to regain his composure until he was able to push down again, releasing another voluminous stream of mushy poo that left him shuddering and groaning, his legs wobbling alarmingly.

Hermione whined watching him, she couldn’t stop herself. Everything about this was depraved and filthy, from the way the shit was leaking down Severus’ balls and dripping to the ground, forming a growing heap slash puddle of poo that couldn’t decide if it wanted to be diarrhoea or not, over his cock that was leaking so much precum that she wondered if it really was precum or rather piss, to her own trembling legs that had a hard time supporting her on her heels with all the lust that was pent up in her, waiting for that one sensation that would finally push her to release. 

It was wrong, it was good, it was exactly what she wanted. What she needed!

Severus ended his release with a groggy moan and another soft “Fuck!”, to which he added, “Fuck, fuck, fuck …”

“Everything all right?” 

He nodded. “Yes, no, it’s … fuck.”

She grinned, caressing his lower back. “I know what you mean …”

He huffed. “I almost came … from pooing.”

“Well,” she quipped, “I almost came from you pooing as well, so …”

He rumbled a dark laugh and looked around at her. “What have I done to deserve you?” he said, in one of the softest voices she'd ever heard him use. 

Hermione smiled. “Ditto.”

“Love you,” he breathed.

“Love you too.” But her twitching fanny interrupted this moment of tenderness they were sharing over a heap of shit. “Ready to come for real?”

“Hell yes.”

This time, Hermione didn’t take it that slow anymore. As far as she could tell, Severus should be pretty empty by now and their previous plays had given her an inkling of how he liked this the most: harder and faster than she’d dared to move so far. But she was adamant to make good for it.

Grasping his hips, she pounded back into him, carefully listening to the sounds he was making and all of them gave her the green light. So she let herself fall into her lust that was rapidly building back up, joining Severus in his moans and whines and soft cries of bliss, and if she was holding back, then only because he deserved to be the one to come first after that amount of vulnerability he shared with her today.

And he did.

Come first. 

With a guttural cry and bucking hips, his legs almost gave way underneath his weight and the intensity of his climax. Hermione mewled watching him, then she angled her head and watched his cum erupting from his swollen cock, ropes of creamy white on the grey lab floor, and followed him with her next thrust.

Her fingers pierced into his skin because she was met with the same problems as Severus had been: keeping herself on her feet while her body spasmed through her orgasm. Eventually, she collapsed onto him, her high heels slipping a bit on the soiled floor. They both stilled, panting hard, her cock still buried to the hilt in his arse.

And then a shy but strengthening splatter quenched the silence. 

“Are you peeing?” she mumbled.

He hummed in the affirmative. “’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Just thought my body was doing something I’m not aware of …”

Severus huffed. “Was it that good?”

“No, better.” She struggled to stand back up and because she was not only depraved beyond measure but also unabashed as fuck, she watched him empty his bladder, his piss mingling with his shit and cum on the floor. “The holy trinity of body fluids,” she assessed and earned herself an amused look from Severus. 

“Care to join in?” he asked in a dark voice when his stream tapered off and he straightened back up, groaning from what had to be an aching back. 

Hermione pursed her lips and looked down at herself. It took her a moment, but then she managed to let go and a soft stream of piss was flowing from the tip of her hopelessly soiled strap-on. 

Severus moaned, his spent cock twitching from an aftershock of lust. Then he leaned down and kissed her, a kiss so good it made up for all the kisses they’d been unable to share during the last half hour or so. “Thank you,” he mumbled against her lips.

“I have to thank you!” All about him sharing this predicament with her was special and she wanted him to know that she appreciated his trust. She herself probably wouldn't have felt comfortable letting him witness such a moment yet.

He smiled, her message apparently received, and when she was done emptying her bladder, he took her wand from the table next to him and made all the mess they’d made disappear with a swift flick. 

“This never gets old,” Hermione huffed and slung her arms around his now once again flat belly. 

“Indeed.” He kissed her crown, holding her close for a while. Then he said, “Maybe we should get some takeaway again soon.”

A grin spread on Hermione's face. Mission accomplished.

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There was a special kind of ease in being comfortable around each other as she and Severus were, Hermione found later that evening when she was slouching on the couch, her back leaned against him and his arm casually draped over her shoulder. She hadn’t bothered getting properly dressed again, on the contrary. She’d taken off all the lingerie she’d utilised to make him speechless and only kept on her dressing gown. The smooth satin fabric was a favourite of hers to wear on naked skin and Severus didn’t seem to mind that easy access to her boobs either; his hand was idly caressing her nipple. 

He was similarly dressed, only that his dressing gown was of black terry cloth and yes, that it had to gape open between his bare legs as he was sitting on the couch right now was slightly distracting her from her lecture. 

Which was only a mediocre article in Arithmancy Today anyway. 

Giving up on grasping its content, she flung the journal on the table. “What were you brewing when I caught you in the lab earlier?”

“Caught?” he echoed and she could hear his arched eyebrow.

Ugh … Her ovulation turned that undertone into a nice little ripple of lust. “Yeah, well, you looked at me like a deer in the headlights, so …”

He pinched her nipple a bit harder than strictly necessary. 

And huffed when she moaned nonetheless. 

“I brewed a potion for you, actually,” he still answered her question.

Hermione looked around at him. “For me?”

He smirked at her. “I told you I would prepare something to help me … deflower your backdoor.” He enunciated the last words with that special timbre of his that he knew drove her crazy.

“Oh, fuck,” she mumbled, biting down on the inside of her lip. 

He rumbled a dark laugh. “Looking at you, I’m lucky that it wasn’t the only potion I brewed.”

“It was not?” she inquired, her curiosity peaking instantly.

“No.” He pursed his lips and finally decided to put his book away as well. “I also brewed a potion that enables me to stay hard and have several climaxes in a short time.”

She faltered, if only for a moment. “Potions like that exist?”

“Of course they do. As I said the other day, wizards, witches, and everyone in between have always been utterly horny and utterly impatient. Although those potions correlate more with the horny part than the charm that brought up this topic.”

Right … “Then tell me, Severus … Why did you only brew that potion now? We could have had so much fun with it already!”

Once again, he cocked his eyebrow and seeing it was even more sexy than hearing it. “I didn’t realise you were lacking fun …”

She hissed softly. “I was not! But you could have got -”

He put his finger on her lips to silence her. “I was absolutely satisfied with the fun I got. But the other night in your bed, I would have loved to fuck you back to sleep and so I decided to give it a try.”

“Who said you didn’t fuck me back to sleep?” she grinned and leaned in to kiss him. Granted, he’d used his fingers, but she’d slept exceptionally well afterwards. 

When their lips parted, Hermione panted slightly and whispered, “I want to test that potion. I want to pamper you, give you as many orgasms as humanly possible. I want to make you come so hard and so often that you beg me to stop.”

He exhaled slowly and briefly closed his eyes, and when Hermione glanced down at his crotch, she saw his dressing gown tenting slightly. 

“Mhh,” she assessed, “I take it you’re in?”

Instead of a verbal answer, he pulled her closer again and repeated their heated kiss. Hermione slung one leg over his and straddled him, her movements parting his dressing gown even wider than hers, and moaned in unison with him when his hard member met her swollen fanny. 

Holy shit … It’d been some time since she’d last been so wantonly needy for him, so desperate to feel him against her swollen folds, especially given the fact that they’d just had a pretty intense encounter about three hours ago! Not that she usually lacked desire for Severus, most certainly not! But right now, she was ready to devour him alive, and she didn’t know where that was coming from. Whether it really was her cycle or if he was slowly turning her into a nymphomaniac. But to be honest, she didn’t care. If the rest of her life consisted of fucking this man or having him fuck her senseless, she would be absolutely fine with it.

Anyway, she was rubbing herself against his hard length, coating it with her juices, snogging him as if her life depended on it, and moaning into his mouth. “How do you want me, love?” she eventually panted, “Like this? Rubbing yourself against me? Or do you want to make up for the other night when you couldn’t fuck me as you wanted to?”

He grimaced from a sudden jolt of lust, causing his cock to twitch. “Like this,” he muttered, “just like this, ugh, you’re so hot …” He tore open her dressing gown and freed her breasts, burying his face between them before he took one nipple in his mouth and massaged the other one with his thumb.

“Oh god!” she keened, throwing her head back, rocking on his lap. His cock was deliciously gliding along her clit with every single movement, and even though she’d promised to pamper him with orgasms today, she probably wouldn’t get through this without climaxing as well. 

She – just – needed – him!

And she needed to come so badly!

Curling her fingers into his shoulders, she focused on his tongue circling her nipple, on his increasing grunts, and the intensity of his bucking against her crotch. And because she knew him so well by now, she could almost perfectly guess the moment he rushed into his second orgasm of that day and urged his face back in time for her to be able to see him come. To see the agonised mask of pure lust twisting his features, to hear the telltale hitching of his breath, and to use that peak of prickling excitement she got out of this moment time and time again to follow him while he was spurting his high against her buttock.

Severus slumped back against the couch when he came down, his forehead covered in sweat and his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. 

Hermione smirked down at him, idly moving against his cock and spreading his semen around herself and him until she slowly felt it soften. “Well, that was a good start, I guess.”

He cracked an eye open. “I probably should’ve brewed a heart tonic as well …”

“Too late,” she teased and dismounted his lap. His cock lay spent and glistening between his legs, and looking at it, she knew exactly what she would do next. “Stay there! Don’t move! I’ll be back at once!” Then she hurried into the lab and fetched the two vials she found on the table. Since Severus hadn’t labelled them yet, she had no idea which was which. “Left or right?” she asked and held up the vials when she returned to him.

“Left,” he mumbled and took the vial. He uncorked it and clicked his tongue. “Wish me luck.”

“Luck for what?”

He took a swig and grimaced before he said, “Some people react to this potion with rather painful hard-ons, you never know what you’ll get.” His eyebrow arched, he looked down at his member.

Which began swelling again as if on cue.

“So?” Hermione inquired when it was back to its full glory.

He smirked. “No pain.”

She smirked back. “My, my, what a lucky man you are …” Then she went down on her knees and parted his legs enough for her to fit between them.

“I most certainly am,” Severus mumbled. “You want me to clean myself up first?”

“Nu-uh,” she cooed, “this is all mine.” Brushing her hair over her shoulder, she leaned in and took the tip of his juice and cum-covered cock into her mouth.

“Fuck!” he cursed, throwing his head back and tensing up his thighs under the gentle grip of her hands.

She grinned around him, beginning to lap their mingled juices from his velvety skin. Ugh, she’d totally forgotten how amazing he felt in her mouth. Their latest plays hadn’t exactly lent themselves to activities like this. So she made an effort to make good for what he missed out on all the more, taking him up as far as possible as soon as she’d cleaned him of their salty, musky mix. 

“Mh, Hermione,” he breathed and tangled a hand in her hair to gently guide her, when she began bobbing her head up and down his length, inhaling his delicious scent whenever her nose met his pubic hair, “you’re so hot, fuck!”

She moaned, knowing exactly how much he enjoyed the extra kick the vibrating of her voice gave him and was rewarded with some bitter drops of precum spreading on her tongue. 

“Oh god,” he hissed, unable to keep his hips from slightly thrusting into her mouth. 

She gagged in reflex, briefly stopping her efforts.

“’m sorry,” he gasped.

“It’s fine,” she assured him, blinking away some tears, and went back into it. 

And she could tell that Severus made an effort to keep still, not to move his hips, to completely let her set the pace. She thanked him by sucking on his member, eliciting a hitching whine from him, then she circled his crown with the tip of her tongue, making his thighs twitch repeatedly.

And when she took him into her mouth fully again, he shuddered underneath her, giving a trembling moan. “I’m gonna come,” he muttered, gripping her hair harder.

Good, she wanted to say, but she didn’t want to deny him the release he deserved, and so she doubled her efforts instead until he came undone and spurted down her throat.

It wasn’t as much as he usually produced, a testament to this being his third orgasm today. But that also enabled her to swallow it all down and not waste a single drop of it. Only a bit of saliva was running down her chin when she let go of him and sank back down on her heels contentedly. 

She chuckled when she saw him, slumped into the couch, just as much a crashed pancake as she’d been some weeks ago in his classroom. “Still in?” she piped and brushed the spit from her face. 

“Give me a second.”

“But only one,” she purred and pushed herself up on his knees to bend down and kiss him again. 

He held onto her face when she broke the kiss. “Admit it, you’re after my heritage and try to kill me without me noticing it.”

“What?!” She couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles.

Severus echoed it with his dark rumble and pulled her down onto him, slinging his arms around her half-naked body. “Just so you know,” he said then, “you don’t have to. Kill me, I mean. I’d give you the shirt off my back without blinking.”

She sighed. “I don’t want the shirt off your back, I want you. Always and only you.” She looked up and met his eyes. “I want all of my lasts to be with you.”

He gulped, and as always when something she said was giving him too many emotions to process at once, he leaned back in and kissed her in that special way, with that abundance of feels and the tiny hitching sigh, and his forehead pressed against hers when their lips had to part for them to take a breath. 

“What do you want to do next?” she whispered eventually.

Severus hummed, pondering. “I … want to eat you out. I want you to squirt into my mouth. I want to taste you. Fully.”

“But I want to make you come!”

“Oh, believe me, I will come.”

A grin spread on her face. “Well, then … Just let me quickly take a wee.” She left him with a last heated kiss and hurried into the bathroom. Usually, she wasn’t concerned about what exactly was squirting out of her vagina when Severus gave her G-spot his special attention, but his being keen on consuming her fully made her a tiny bit apprehensive. 

But the man could need a little break anyway, and when she saw her frizzy hair and her blazing cheeks in the mirror above the sink, she grinned like a schoolgirl and bit her lip. 

He ate her up with his eyes when Hermione returned and rounded the couch with swaying hips. His still-hard cock gave a twitch. “I see, you’re just as horny for me as I am for you,” she assessed and climbed back onto his lap.

“Must be something in the water,” he mumbled and began plundering her mouth, his hands roaming her back and gripping her buttocks. 

Hermione squeaked.

“Get off me,” he ordered in a dark voice, “and lean on the back, your arse up in the air and legs parted.”

“Yes, sir!” she said throatily and did as he’d told her. Her fanny was pulsing when Severus got behind her and began fondling her clit and her wet folds before he slid two fingers into her. “Ugh, yes!” she moaned, rocking slightly from his movements. She placed her forearms on the backrest and laced her fingers before lowering her head. This way, peeking through her breasts, she could watch Severus’ bobbing cock, causing her to bite her lip. Gods, he was so sexy … 

With one hand on her backside, Severus curled his fingers into the wall of her vagina and began tickling her sensitive spot, turning her to wax in his hands. 

“Mh, Severus!” she keened, her eyes fluttering closed and her toes curling. This felt so bloody good! 

“Such a responsive woman, you are,” he intoned, using his lowest baritone and sending shivers up and down her spine, “look at you! So perfect, so good for me …”

She whimpered, her arousal banking up inside her like a massive wave bearing the force of a tsunami. Her inner walls were dancing around Severus’ fingers, but since he ignored her clit she was missing that last impulse that would kick her over the edge. Instead, he let her hover in this state of high-strung lust, making her sing and eliciting some of the most intense moans from her throat she’d ever heard herself utter.

She was salivating so much down there that soon his every movement was coming with squelching sounds that were strangely arousing in their own way. And when Severus sighed and mumbled, “Fuck, your juices are running down my hand,” her body reacted with a violent shudder. 

“Severus, ahh, please,” she mumbled, cracking her eyes open to see him again. His cock was leaking pre-cum, it was dripping from his tip. Fuck!

Then he withdrew his fingers and sat down on the couch table, drawing her buttocks closer, his fingers leaving wet traces of her juices on her hips. “Come for me, love,” he growled, like a wild animal hunting for prey, and she cried when his hot tongue met her sopping folds.

Now he didn’t ignore her clit any longer. Now he was devoting his full attention to it, and Hermione’s legs were twitching and trembling so violently that she had trouble staying upright. All the sensitivity he’d created down there was now spiralling her up a peak with the force of a missile launch, and when her short, high-pitched moans broke off because her orgasm was taking her into its blissful arms, her vision went black for a moment.

She came back round to a Severus that was savouring her squirting juices like it was some kind of ambrosia, humming his moans into her folds, and to his cock producing some last exhausted drops of cum.

She was panting when her climax faded, and when Severus let go of her, she collapsed onto the couch, completely spent and satiated.

For now.

She smiled at him blearily. “So? Liked it?”

He huffed, brushing some drops of her wetness from his chin and his naked chest. “Loved it,” he replied and accompanied her on the couch, pulling her into his arms. “But if you make me come one more time, my cock might explode.”

She giggled into his chest. “That we do not want.” Then she leaned up and kissed him lazily. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” And after Severus had dragged a blanket over their knotted bodies, they slumbered away the rest of this Saturday evening. 

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It was about ten minutes until lunch break when Hermione slipped into the potions classroom, making eye contact with Severus and smiling mischievously. 

Yes, she was here to play.

And yes, she needed the loo.

Actually, she’d needed the loo for quite some time now, squirming all through her free period before lunch. And at this point, she didn't only need a wee anymore. 

Oh boy … 

She wasn't sure if he could glance into her mind even from the other side of the classroom but he definitely understood what she was up to.

And he grinned. 

Knew you would like this, love, she thought in his direction, carefully crossing her legs. Luckily, her doing was hidden by her cloak that she’d been clever enough to put on.

Right after she’d taken off her knickers. 

Being naked underneath her woollen skirt still felt so frivolous that her cheeks were tinted by a constant blush. Well, at least she assumed they were. They did feel warmer than normal. 

And some of the students turning around to her now, curious about what she was doing here, didn’t help matters either. 

Maybe she should have waited for a bit longer before coming here … 

But alone in her own classroom, the urgency of her needs had been so present in her perception that she’d already leaked a drop or two. The third coffee between lessons had probably been one too many … 

Well. It was what it was and she would manage the last … She peered at her wristwatch. Seven minutes. She would manage seven more minutes, yes.

Even though Severus was virtually disrobing her with his eyes alone. 

An act that made her blush even fiercer – and that was the beginning of a disaster. 

Because the thing was: Students were stupid. And they were stupid even six and a half minutes before the end of class. And Severus – normally a pro in detecting stupid students and stopping them from being stupid – was distracted due to his disrobing her with his eyes alone. And so one student – Michael Phillips, fourth-year Ravenclaw – had the unfortunate opportunity to do something extremely stupid for extremely curious reasons – the only reasons why Ravenclaws ever did extremely stupid things at all. At least she’d never witnessed any other kind of reason for any stupid thing a Ravenclaw had ever done, it had always been curiosity.

Anyway, Michael Phillips did something extremely stupid and threw something into his cauldron that he shouldn’t have thrown into it and this caused a number of things to happen.

First: The mixture in his cauldron bubbled up, producing a huge amount of gas that wasn’t of a particularly foul smell but still dangerous, as it seemed, because … 

Second: Severus whirled around and began cursing like a sailor right before … 

Third: The security measurements of the classroom got activated and the whole room was closed off. 

Windows and doors fell shut, even the door leading into the supply room, there was a loud hiss from every nook and cranny being hermetically closed, every fire went out and the normally bright white lighting in the classroom went a deep red.

Oh no … 

The next thing Hermione knew there was chaos everywhere. Students began screaming, a few of them hiding under their tables but most of them heading for the door.

Where she was standing.

“SILENCE!” Severus’ voice boomed through the room and because nobody dared disobey him of all people, the screaming broke off and was replaced by a nervous buzzing. “Everybody sit down!” he ordered, “You are not in any danger! Mr Phillips over there was just enough of a dunderhead to produce grecin gas. Can anybody here tell me what that means?”

Grecin gas? GRECIN GAS?

Hermione whimpered, biting down hard on the inside of her lip when her bladder and her bowels gave a painful jolt of need. 

“Grecin gas is a gas that is generally harmless but highly inflammable when it gets in contact with magic of any sort.”

“Exactly,” Severus confirmed the answer of a girl in the first row. “That answer would have been worth ten points for me but unfortunately, it was your classmate that got us into this situation in the first place, Miss Goldhorn, so you will certainly understand my reluctance to give any points to Ravenclaw right now.”

Although it had been a rhetorical statement, the girl mumbled a sullen, “Yes, sir.”

“So, the gas Mr Phillips was so prudent to produce will not harm anyone in here. But it did activate the security measurements of this classroom because we are still in a school for witchcraft and wizardry and cannot allow gas with this property to spread through the halls. So we will be trapped in here until the gas has dissolved and until then, any kind of magic will be suppressed in these four walls. So bottle your potion samples and take them to my desk before you tidy up your workplace and sit down quietly, avoiding doing anything remotely stupid anymore. Did I make myself clear?” 

“Yes, sir,” the class collectively answered and went to work.

Hermione watched him instruct Mr Phillips to empty his cauldron into one of the sinks lining the walls because, “You have completely ruined a perfectly fine potion by following this one intrusive thought of utter stupidity and you will receive the T you deserve for that lack of self-control! You will also write a twelve-foot-long essay on the risks and consequences of experimenting with potions in a room full of classmates and with a brain devoid of any necessary knowledge to do so! And naturally Ravenclaw will lose fifty points for the aforementioned lack of self-control, utter stupidity and lack of knowledge.” 

“Yes, sir.” The boy was almost crying and took the cauldron. 

And during all of this, Hermione was still standing frozen from the hell of a situation she’d got herself into.

Trapped. 

In a room with about twenty students. 

With both her bladder and her arsehole short of giving in to what had been building inside of her for hours!

Fuck. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck! 

FUCK!

Clenching her teeth (and every muscle she possessed down there) she pushed off the door and hurried to Severus. 

He shot her a glance. “I’m sorry about this. Stupid, all of them,” he mumbled.

“Not your fault,” she whispered back, “but I have a problem, Severus!”

“It is my fault and I assumed as much.” His gaze scanned the room before returning to her. “How urgent is it?”

“Pretty urgent. And by pretty I mean -”

“I know,” he cut in, grimacing, “Unfortunately I cannot do anything about this. The seal will only open when the gas has sufficiently dissolved and that will take about twenty minutes to half an hour.”

She could feel the colour draining from her face. “Fuck …”

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Sit down at my desk, maybe that helps.”

Hermione gulped. The pressure in her bladder and the cramping pain didn’t feel like there was anything that could help her besides letting all of that out but that was the one thing that was out of the question.

She couldn’t soil herself in front of a whole class of fourth-years!

She couldn’t even use magic to hide anything!

Okay, okay … easy … She would make it. Twenty minutes, that … She could do that. No need to cry, no need to fall into despair. 

Following Severus’ advice, she waddled to his desk and carefully sat down behind it. Hidden by the massive tabletop and the dimness of the red light, she was able to press her hand against her crotch without anybody noticing and yes, that did help.

A bit.

And the pressure of the hard seat against her buttock helped as well.

A bit. 

But not enough. She was still breaking into a sweat, she was still squirming to let out little farts to relieve at least a bit of pressure (always hidden by a tiny cough), and she still was worrying her lip, pulling off scraps of the tender skin until it hurt and she tasted blood. 

That was the point when her bladder released a spurt of piss that didn’t even really soak into her skirt because wool was not a very absorbent kind of fabric. Instead, it pooled on the chair.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, her eyes watering from the impending humiliation. But that her sight of all the students blurred didn’t change anything about her predicament. And her arse reminded her yet again that there was a massive load he wanted to get rid of – and that she’d stopped him from doing so for almost an hour already. 

This cannot be happening, this is not true, this … 

She flinched when Severus crouched down beside the chair. “How are you doing?” he asked in so low a voice that she had to fight down her urge to burst into tears.

“Not good,” she whispered, “I’m already leaking, Severus!”

“Fuck,” he breathed, scanning the room again as if he was looking for a place where she could relieve herself unnoticed.

But there was none. The only safe place this classroom would have had was the supply room and that had been sealed off as well because some ingredients were magical enough to make them all go up in flames. 

“What am I supposed to do?” she whispered, slightly doubling over when another cramp washed through her and the head of a turd poked hard against her clenched muscles.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled back, “I really don’t know …”

The end-of-class signal rang, causing Hermione to jump in her seat – and release another spurt of piss. “Fuck,” she hissed, closing her eyes in the pious hope that it wouldn’t start leaking down the chair. The class had gone so quiet after tidying up their workspaces that even the soft dripping of piss would have been audible, at least for the front row.

Not to mention the stench of her poo.

Softly rocking on the chair, she created a bit of friction against her clit, trying to delude her bladder into thinking it wasn't half as full as it actually was. Until Severus touching her balled fists tore her from the possible horrors playing out in her mind. “Whatever will happen, it will be all right. I will obliviate every single one of these dunderheads if necessary as soon as my wand works again, okay?”

She nodded, a tear leaking down her cheek. “Okay.” That wouldn’t stop her from humiliating herself in front of a class first but it was kind of comforting. 

At least until the turd pressing down on her anus poked its head through her clenched hole.

“Nononono,” she whispered frantically, searching for Severus’ eyes, “It’s coming out, Severus, it’s coming -”

“Sir!”

She folded her mouth shut, slightly leaning back to give more pressure against the shit planning to force its way out of her with might and main and hiding her blazing face behind her hands.

“What is it, Mr Hawks?” Severus snapped.

But Hermione didn’t hear what the boy said. Her whole focus was on the lower part of her body and the next, longer spurt of urine that was shooting from her urethra and pooling underneath her butt. 

No, no, no, please … 

What had she done? What had she even thought? Coming here full to the brim with piss and shit, planning to tease Severus with her presence alone, dragging their sex fantasies into their workspace! If Minerva heard about this … 

She whimpered again, once again clenching her muscles as hard as possible. She couldn’t let this happen. She couldn’t drag those children into their twisted fantasies, regardless of whether they could remedy it afterwards or not. This was wrong. This was perverse!

And this was doomed to fail. 

Had she thus far been able to at least stop the shit from sliding out of her any further, her buttock planted firmly against the wooden seat, her muscles now were just giving in. She couldn’t hold it anymore, she was losing this battle, she’d screwed up.

And when she met Severus’ eyes he knew exactly what was happening. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled and quickly took off his cloak to shove it underneath the chair, just when her bladder gave in and piss shot out of her, hissing loudly against her skirt until she pressed the fabric against her quim to muffle it. 

Now the liquid began pooling underneath her in earnest and only seconds later she could hear it flowing over the edges of the chair. Hadn’t Severus had the presence of mind to put his cloak underneath the chair, the steady flow would have been instantly noticed by everybody, not only the first rows. 

“I can’t stop it,” she breathed, “I can’t, I -”

“I know, it’s all right,” he whispered back and reached underneath the chair, maybe to turn his cloak so a dry part of it was up, preventing the dribbling onto the soaked fabric from becoming audible. 

And had it only been her bladder giving in now, all of this maybe could have turned out halfway fine. 

But it wasn’t only her bladder.

Granted, emptying that one did relieve some of the pressure on her guts but not enough to ward off the catastrophe that was her bowel movement. 

Hermione gasped, more tears leaking down her cheeks as the pliant turd got moving and carved its way through her trembling and twitching muscle ring. Her hands clamped around the armrests of the chair, she couldn’t do anything about the shit swelling between her cheeks and eventually pressing its way up her creak.

“It’s coming out, it’s coming out,” she mumbled, gulping down hitching breaths.

Breaths which soon carried the distinct stench of shit. 

“Oh God …” she whispered, once again hiding behind her hands.

How … How could this be real? How could this be happening?

“Everything will be all right,” Severus repeated, his voice hushed, and the way he sounded he had to force himself to not pull her close and console her. What had been hard for him at the beginning of their relationship had now become second nature for him. When he saw her in any distress, he pulled her close and held her for as long as she needed it.

But not in front of a class. 

It was no secret that they were a couple but not even this situation could get Severus carried away enough for a public display of affection. 

And it probably was for the better. The situation had to be strange to witness for the students as it was; Hermione sitting at Severus’ desk, visibly distressed and in tears, and him crouching beside her, invested enough that he’d even taken off his cloak. 

They were so screwed.

“Are you done?” he whispered after about a minute of her being completely absorbed in what was happening down there.

“I-I guess,” she mumbled. At least the immense pressure inside of her had waned. 

“All right,” he replied, “it’s not that bad, you can hardly smell -”

“Ew, Hollis! Did you fart?”

“What? NO! That's comin' from you idiot!”

“It wasn't me! I didn't -”

Severus groaned. “Bloody perfect,” he mumbled while the students got caught up in accusing each other of farting, completely oblivious to the possibility of the grown-ups in the front being behind the foul stench filling the classroom.

It was such a ridiculous situation that Hermione couldn’t stop herself from giggling.

Well, to be fair, it was a frenzied giggle, short of a full-blown meltdown, but it was a giggle and it relieved another kind of pressure she’d been under.

And after a couple of seconds, Severus rumbled a laugh as well, hiding his face from the students. Hermione shitting herself in front of them might be something they would be able to get away with, but Severus laughing?

Hardly … 

Luckily, the students didn’t have enough time to come to the conclusion that neither of them had farted before the red light finally turned white again and the doors unlocked with another hiss. 

Severus shot up beside her. “Out with you!” he bellowed and shooed the students out of the classroom – not that they’d needed a second invitation. As soon as they were all out, he shut the door and warded it heavily, his wand finally working again. Then he slumped against the door and looked at her sighing. “Well …”

Hermione mimicked his sigh and slumped against the chair, her shit squishing further up her back. “Yeah,” she mumbled, grimacing. “That was … not the best of ideas.”

He pursed his lips. “Oh, I don’t know … It was rather hot seeing you lose control …”

She arched an eyebrow. “Only talk for yourself.”

He pushed off the door and came back to the desk, leaning down on it like a cat ready to pounce. “Don’t tell me you’re not at least a bit turned on by all of this.”

She gulped. “This is wrong, Severus. Involving the students in -”

“We didn’t,” he cut in, “they thought one of them had farted. Nobody will know what really happened.”

“Still …” She squirmed on the chair – and gasped involuntarily from the sensation of her mushy poo and piss mix squishing against her backside.

When she blinked, she saw him smirk. 

Bloody hell … 

“Okay, fine. I might be a tiny bit turned on …”

His smirk widened. “Enough for you to get up and … show me your deliciously adorned backside?”

She huffed. “You’d like that, huh?”

“I’d love it,” he whispered and straightened back up, showing her the huge bulge in his trousers. “You don’t know how hard it was to hide this from the dunderheads.”

“Oh, I … can imagine,” she mumbled, her mouth suddenly running dry. 

“So?” He held his hand out for her and after a second’s hesitation, Hermione grasped it and stood up.

“Fuck,” she breathed from the sensation of her naked butt slightly sticking to the mess she’d made. She turned around to look back. Brown mushy poo was smeared all over the seat, showing a near-perfect imprint of her creak. 

Severus moaned.

Biting down hard on her sore lip, Hermione let herself be led around his desk and turned around so she was facing away from him. “Lean down,” Severus said, his voice heavy from lust. 

And she did. Pressing her hands flush against the tabletop, she presented Severus with her backside. And while her eyes were glued to her shit on his chair, he lifted her skirt – and found the rest of her mess smeared all over her naked butt.

“I see, you came prepared,” he purred.

“I did.” Stupid as I’ve been. Although knickers probably wouldn’t have changed anything about what had happened either. 

Severus grabbed her buttcheeks, kneading them, parting them, exposing her dirty hole. It clenched and released repeatedly, she couldn’t do anything about it. 

Severus inhaled the smell of her shit. “Delicious … Can you get out some more?” he asked throatily.

“I … I don’t know.” She crossed her forearms on the table and lay down her head, pressing down hard. And that alone, her taking a deep breath and groaning softly, caused him to moan loudly, his fingers digging deeper into her hips. “Fuck …”

She smirked, breathing out again. “Take off your trousers,” she said, “I want to see you.”

“Your wish is my command.” He let go of her and while he undressed, Hermione returned to working out some more shit. 

She’d been so agonised earlier, there had to be another turd hiding inside of her!

And eventually, she succeeded. When Severus turned back to her starkers, she moaned, partly from her effort, partly from anticipation, and partly because she could see his rock-hard cock between her legs. Its tip was glistening from precum. “There’s cooming more,” she breathed, haunted by exactly that kind of lust she'd had in mind for her visit earlier. This was exactly what she'd had in mind: she bent over his desk and Severus watching her poo, his member ready to explode and her fanny salivating from how depraved all of this was.

And it was!

Yet he answered her efforts with another moan and parted her cheeks again, watching as she pushed out another turd. Severus gasped when it fell to the floor – and again when it was followed by another spurt of piss. His cock twitched so hard that she briefly thought he would come on the spot.

“I want to fuck you so badly right now,” he mumbled instead.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder. “Then why don't you?” As if she wasn't here for exactly that reason: Being fucked into oblivion.

Severus smirked and guided his cock between her wet and dirty folds; sitting on the chair while pooing had pushed some of the shit up to her quim as well.

But Severus didn’t seem to mind, on the contrary. When he found the traces of her accident there as well, he cursed again, so softly that she almost didn’t hear him, before he finally shoved his length into her waiting tunnel and did as he’d promised: he fucked her.

There really was no other way to describe it. Hermione’s whole body was rocked by his thrusts, every single one of them wringing a cry from her throat. She raised her face and looked at the shit-caked chair, blushing from what had happened all over again – and yet massively turned on by it. Now that she was sure that nobody had noticed that she’d been the source of the foul smell, the thrill of that whole situation returned to her full force.

And her orgasm, seasoned by not only that but the reek of what she’d done as well, was intense and delicious. She cried out loudly when she tumbled over the edge, knowing that Severus was following her because he pulled her onto his cock fiercely before he held her there. She heard him groan and gasp through his shudders of lust, her inner walls clamping around him frantically. 

When he was coming down from his high, he put his hands against the edge of his desk, almost hugging her from behind. “Fuck, that was …”

“Mh …”

“That was a bloody good idea.”

Hermione huffed and when he straightened back up and slipped out of her, she turned around as well, careful to not step into her shit on the ground. “Well, feel free to take over my part in this next time! I’m not keen on repeating this any time soon …”

“We’ll see,” he said with a cheeky little grin. 

She shook her head but then she took in his appearance. His softening cock was smeared with not only her juices but specks of shit, as was his pubic hair. His whole crotch, to be precise. It gave her an idea of how her backside looked. “Too bad lunch break’s over soon, I’d have loved to clean us up in the shower this time.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Would you now?”

She shrugged. “Would have been a fitting end to this magicless endeavour, wouldn’t it?”

And at that, he rumbled his dark laugh again before he pulled her close and kissed her.

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Severus made up for the shower they weren’t able to take after her … accident in front of his fourth-years a couple of days later when he led her into the bathroom where he’d prepared the tub and arranged a myriad of candles as their only source of light. Really, the only thing missing were rose petals and if he’d added those as well, she’d have assumed he was going to propose to her.

Not that she would have minded … Although they were only approaching their first anniversary in early December, she already was sure that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. But it probably was more sensible to wait for a couple of years longer until they made it official.

“Oh, wow,” she, therefore, murmured, “this is wonderful!” Looking up at him, she bit her lip. “Didn’t know you were such a romantic, Severus.”

He pulled her close. “Good to know there are still some things I can surprise you with.”

“You can.” She arched her back when he leaned down to kiss her, her hands resting against his shirt-covered chest. “Let’s get in then,” she eventually mumbled and began undressing. 

Severus climbed into the tub first, the foam-covered water rising considerably, before Hermione followed him and carefully sat down between his spread legs. Severus brushed her hair over her shoulder and kissed her neck, his hands roaming across her belly and her breasts. 

“Ugh, this is so good,” she mumbled and relaxed against him, savouring the hot water surrounding her like a sweet-smelling cocoon and slowly tracing her hands up and down his thighs.

“Exhausting day?” he inquired, his lips still so close to her skin that she could feel his voice. 

“Exhausting week. My seventh-years are already nervous about their N.E.W.T.s, my third-years are overwhelmed by the essentials, and my sixth-years by the advanced material. Almost all of them are thinking about dropping Runes for their last year and that just … feels like I failed, you know? Well, and my performance in your classroom the other day doesn’t help with taking it easier either …”

He hummed softly. “You did not fail. And nobody noticed anything.”

“As I learned today, that’s not quite correct,” she objected, rubbing her foot against his and smiling when he rubbed hers back. “Minerva overheard some of the students wondering what I had been crying about. As it seems, they were fantasising about me being pregnant and panicking about you of all people being the father of my child.”

He rumbled a hearty laugh. “And what did Minerva say?”

“What do you think she said? She asked me if I was all right when she intercepted me after lunch today but that clearly was a polite way of asking me if I’m indeed pregnant!”

“And what did you say?”

She huffed. “Since I very well couldn’t tell her what exactly had been stressing me out so much I said I was claustrophobic and being locked in the classroom made me panic. But it still was awful, Severus! I wished the ground would open up and swallow me!”

“Of course you did.” Yet he was laughing again.

“But I think she was rather relieved I’m not pregnant.”

“I bet she is,” he replied, “finding a substitute for you would be a hell of a task because you’re a bloody good teacher, and when your students think about dropping the class then because they know that your class won’t be the easy O they expected it to be.”

She blushed. “I overheard some of them muttering about how you’re rubbing off on me.” She grinned, peeking up at Severus and his arched eyebrow.

“They’re not wrong.” He took advantage of her position and captured her lips with his, stealing a slightly awkward kiss from her before they relaxed again. 

“No, they're not. And I don't mind a bit.” She closed her eyes, sighing contentedly. Severus’ finger was drawing circles on her belly and as her mind was just winding down she was more and more convinced he’d mixed something soothing into the bath.

Or maybe it was just being cradled by him like this that was making her relax. Maybe she should let him hold her like this more often. 

She was torn from this state of reverie though when some tiny bubbles were tickling up between Severus’ chest and her back. Hermione snapped her eyes open but only grinned to herself. Only when it happened again, she asked, “Are you all right?”

Severus sighed. “I’m sorry. I think I need the loo.”

Hermione sat up and turned around to him, causing the water to slosh up so high that it almost flowed over the edge. “Got too relaxed?” she said sympathetically because there was an adorable blush tinting his cheeks.

“Maybe.” He leaned forward to give her a peck before he stood up. Water sloshed down his thin frame and the sinking level left her boobs exposed, causing her nipples to harden. 

However, that was not only due to Severus standing up.

“Mind if I watch?” she asked tentatively; since he seemed a bit awkward already she didn’t want to push him. 

He looked down at her, his eyebrow arched. “Unless you leave the bathroom that will be inevitable.”

“Unless you ask me to leave I’d rather stay.”

“I thought as much.”

“So? Are you asking me to leave?”

He let several seconds tick by in silence. “No,” he then said, a tiny smile curving up the edges of his mouth by about a millimetre. 

Awkwardness fought off. “And … what if I ask you to not use the loo?” She caught her lip between her teeth, blinking up at him innocently. 

He huffed, stepping out of the tub and reaching for his wand to dry himself. “Then I would ask you where you want me to do it instead.”

“Right here,” she responded without missing a beat, her voice sounding rushed and a bit thin from her suddenly harder-beating pulse, “right next to the tub. One foot on the edge and … bend forwards.”

He clicked his tongue and weren’t his cock raising with interest already, she might have picked up the awkwardness he’d let go only seconds before. But it was swelling, his cock, and so did her confidence. That was why she only grinned when he said, “This sounds suspiciously detailed for a spontaneous idea.”

“A girl needs some fantasies,” she retorted off-handedly although this specific situation actually never occurred to her before. But she had always been quick-thinking and so the image had formed in her mind’s eye within seconds. 

“Well …” he mumbled, grimacing, probably from another twinge of his guts, “then they shall come true. But be warned, I’ve been … a bit constipated during the last days.”

“No need to persuade me any further, love, I’m already in,” she grinned and scooted around until she was in a prime position to watch him. Her core was twitching, her cheeks flushed, and she had a hard time not touching herself yet. This was like a repeat of that moment in the forest, only that she was much closer to him now. And no longer embarrassed by how turned on she was. 

A fact that wasn’t lost on Severus either. He huffed and bent down to kiss her, properly this time. “This was not part of my plans for tonight but I appreciate your spontaneity.”

“One must make hay when the sun shines, as they say …” She kissed him again, playful and passionately. But then she got serious again. “As long as you know that I don’t mind leaving you alone either if you don’t feel comfortable with this right now.”

“I know,” he said softly, “but I’m in as well.”

“Good.” She smiled and trembled in excitement when Severus turned around to present her his firm round arse. His bumcheeks were deliciously dipping on the sides, like handles that were inviting her to grab them. And she did! Whenever she caught him coming from the shower with only a towel wrapped around his hips, she seized those ten seconds between him taking off the towel and putting on his briefs. Those were reserved for worshipping his perfect arse.

But now she kept her hands to herself. Instead, she got a perfect view of his puckered anus, red and working around a mass that had been simmering in Severus for too long already, when he slightly spread his legs and did as she’d requested, putting one foot on the edge of the tub and leaning forwards, his elbow coming to rest on his knee. She moaned involuntarily. 

And was rewarded with another huff. “Should I be proud that you’re embracing your kinks so openly now or feel guilty for corrupting your decency?”

“Both, darling,” she mumbled, “definitely both. But rest assured, I love everything about the turn my desires have taken.”

He glanced at her, his eyes narrow. “I released a beast.”

“Spirits that I’ve cited …”

“Ha!” But his bout of joy turned into a groan and when he looked ahead again, pressing down to support the efforts of his body, her gaze twitched back to his anus.

Which was slightly opening around a solid turd. She only caught a brief glance of it before it slid back in, though, and Hermione gasped softly, surprised by the jolt of arousal that sight alone caused her.

Severus groaned softly, even though a drop of precum leaked from the tip of his hard cock. 

“Want some help, love?” she murmured.

“Try your luck …”

Biting her lip, Hermione sat up and reached out to slide her soap-water-coated hand down his lower spine and between his spread cheeks. Resting his head on his forearm, Severus tried to relax when she began circling his strained muscle with the tip of her finger. But she quickly found that the water wasn’t enough. “I’ll lube you up a bit,” she announced and when he harrumphed, she took his wand and did as she’d said. “That's it,” she breathed when she returned to where she’d stopped. 

She proceeded to circle Severus’ anus, remembering a piece of information Ginny had given her shortly after James’ birth. An information Hermione didn’t want to have back then but that still stuck with her: Massaging the anus of a baby sometimes prompted it to poo. And no, Hermione had not asked how Ginny had found out. But she was fully intending to test if this worked with adults as well.

And so far her massage had at least one effect: Severus was relaxing and moaning softly, obviously savouring what she was doing with him. 

At least until his foot slipped from the tub and he almost toppled over.

“This won’t work,” he muttered and motioned for her to give him his wand. And when she did, he first widened the edge of the tub, then he cast another charm on it that didn’t have a visible effect; probably a cushioning charm. Putting one foot back into the water, he straddled the edge and leaned fully down forward like a cat on the back of the couch.

Hermione couldn’t help but giggle. “I take it you like what I’m doing?”

“Obviously,” he drawled and cast her a mischievous glance, “Go on!”

She snorted softly but did as he’d said. This new position caused his bumcheeks to spread open even better and when she angled her head she saw that his cock was hanging down outside the tub. Biting her lip, she stifled a moan. Why was it that – regardless of how strange and awkward the things they did were – she was always turned on as fuck by it? 

Must be the man then … 

And Severus was right: after changing his position, they both could fully relax into what they were doing, even though he was still plagued by cramps and a piece of shit hard enough to be stuck in him. Hermione proceeded to massage his backside and every now and then Severus pressed down and the turd was turtle-necking. She couldn’t stop herself from circling her finger around the hard tip as well, gasping when her fanny began clenching like mad in response and even finding pleasure in the subtle scent of shit that went along with every glimpse she got of the turd. 

And when it vanished back inside of him the next time, Hermione followed it, poking her finger through Severus’ anus and slowly swirling it around his inside. 

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, trembling breath and leaking precum. 

“Feels good?” she checked back, just to be sure.

He hummed in the affirmative. 

And so she got a bit bolder, shoving her finger higher up his arse, along the hard mass of poo until she found the lump that was his prostrate. 

Severus shuddered when she gave it some love, releasing a whimper and some gas. “’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s fine. Just let go.”

Lubing him up again, Hermione proceeded with her doing, sometimes massaging his tight muscle ring, sometimes his prostrate, and yes, sometimes the turd bothering him. She was concentrating on helping Severus get rid of it so much, that she only partly realised how aroused she herself was – and even less how aroused he was.

So she was taken by surprise when he was suddenly beginning to mutter under his breath, a constant stream of “Fuck!”s and “Oh, God!”s and “Ugh-mh!”s while he was rocking his butt against her finger. 

Her breathing sped up, her left hand twitching to rub her clit, but she stopped herself from doing it, balling her hand into a fist. It was rare for her to be so utterly aroused while being completely untouched and she itched to find out if she could come untouched as well. 

So far it looked good!

Her core was throbbing and clenching, reacting to each of Severus’ sounds and movements, and when she succeeded in letting his lust peak, when he came undone with a strangled groan, clinging to the edge of the tub and leaking streams of cum from his cock, creating a beautiful little puddle of cream-white on the floor, she indeed almost came.

Almost.

It did feel like a little orgasm, the intense trembling that rippled through her body, but it wasn’t quite it. 

“Holy shit,” Severus mumbled eventually, glancing back at her from hooded eyes and panting slightly. “That was amazing.”

She smiled. “Anytime, love.” 

He puffed softly. 

“Did I loosen up anything?”

“Don’t know. Could you try …” He faltered.

“Yes?”

Even though she could only see half of his face she could see him grimace. “Could you try massaging my anus again?”

“Sure.” Following an impulse, she leaned forwards to kiss his left bumcheek and withdrew her finger from him before she scooped up some lube and returned to massaging him. Severus’ breathing became more laboured and he began pushing tentatively. The turd began turtle-necking again, slipped out a bit farther than before – and when Severus breathed out, it didn’t slip back in completely again.

“That’s it,” Hermione cooed and proceeded to gently draw her finger along his stretched muscle.

Severus pushed again and the log grew in width and length, stretching his glistening red ring even more while it slid over bumps and ridges. He released his breath with a groan and a muttered curse. 

And even though she saw how much the whole ordeal was bothering him, Hermione couldn’t help but be awfully aroused by this sight. She was rolling and rocking her hips, seeking a resistance that wasn’t there, making the water slosh in the tub. And when Severus pushed the next time, she whimpered from how much it turned her on to see the shit slowly sliding out of him.

“Oh God,” she murmured when it didn’t stop again. “Scoot a bit to the right, love,” she whispered and he did, angling his backside so his poo wouldn't fall into the tub but onto the floor instead. 

And then they both moaned and groaned and whimpered through his taking a shit, Hermione from lust, and Severus from the relief of finally having something move down there. It was a long turd that, stabilised on the edge of the tub, didn’t even break off. Hermione had to take her arm down and shivered when the hot water met her cold skin. And when the slowly softer-getting turd finally slipped out of Severus fully and toppled down, she was hit by a proper untouched orgasm.

It didn’t reach the force she knew from their other encounters, was more on the soft side, slowly sneaking up on her and rising like a tide, rocking her gently, but it was a strangely satisfying experience. Like reaching the sex equivalent of the holy grail. And it left her with tremendously sensitive skin that pebbled under the soft lapping of the magically kept hot water.

When she blinked, Severus looked at her mesmerised. “Do you … have the faintest idea of how breathtakingly beautiful you are when you come?”

She smiled blearily. “No.”

He snorted. “Too bad my answer to this sight is more poo. I’m so sorry but I won’t make it to the loo.”

“I don’t mind.” She blinked lazily when Severus pushed out another turd, almost as long as the first one but considerably softer. It had a stronger scent as well, especially being so close to Hermione's nose. And yes, it did bother her a bit, but not enough to reach for the wand to numb her senses. Instead, she leaned over the edge of the tub and peaked onto the floor where Severus’ poo was piling up. “Neat,” she mumbled when he seemed to be done. 

“Ugh, that feels so good,” he assessed, still not moving to leave his cat-like position. And when pee began streaming from his soft cock, she knew why. 

Chuckling, Hermione leaned back and slumped down into the water, still feeling utterly relaxed and imbued with the humming echo of her climax. What an experience … 

When Severus was finally done expelling everything his body wanted to get rid of, he struggled to his feet. “Oh my,” he mumbled when he spotted his faeces on the floor, blushing faintly. 

“That was a good one,” she commented, ginning smugly. “So, will you rejoin me and proceed with your plans for tonight or …”

Casually flicking his wand to clean the floor, he returned her grin. “If you move over a bit I’ll gladly rejoin you.” Naturally, she did, and when Severus – all cold from being out of the water for so long – had settled back down behind her, he whispered close to her ear, “Thank you.”

She snuggled back into his embrace and closed her eyes. “It was an absolute pleasure.” 

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Hermione was just fixing a last strand of hair on her head, smugly pursing her lips, realising that it finally looked like she’d imagined it, when she heard Severus enter his private quarters. He slammed the door shut behind him and she turned to the bathroom door, her hands still raised, when he stormed in. 

Oh boy … 

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he muttered, beginning to virtually rip the buttons of his frock coat open, his magic sizzling and supporting his efforts even without him holding his wand, “but some dunderheads called Gryffindors were stupid enough to not only break into the students’ supply room and brew a bloody emetic potion but also pour a generous amount of it into Slytherin’s pumpkin juices!” He shrugged out of his shirt and discarded it on the floor, where his coat was already lying. “I had to spend the last two hours brewing an antidote, and now I’m reeking as if I’d crawled through a bloody gutter! Bloody idiots! Could have easily killed someone … If Conifer leaves a single bloody point in that damned hourglass, I swear to god, I -”

He fell silent when she turned him around and put a finger on his lips. “I’m sure, Glen will punish his students adequately,” she said, “And did you care for yours?”

He gulped, all starkers by now, only a sock still clasped in his hand and his gaze roaming across her face, her hair, and the silken chemise she was wearing. “Yes,” he rasped, “Some of them need to stay in the hospital wing tonight, but … they’ll be fine.”

“Good. Do you prefer to go out another day and stay here tonight?”

“No,” he mumbled instantly and finally let go of his sock, “it’s your birthday, you deserve this dinner.”

“True,” she grinned, “but I’m a big girl and can cope with having my birthday dinner another day if you would rather stay in the castle with half your students being in the hospital wing.”

He shook his head. “They got the antidote and are sleeping now. Poppy threw me out.”

“Okay.” She leaned in and kissed him, the faint smell of vomit wafting up from the heap of clothes on the ground and maybe from his hair. “But take your time. I’m sure Rosmerta will understand if we’re going to be a bit late.”

He curled his lips, instantly returning to his anger. “Sure, she will – but she shouldn’t have to! How stupid do you have to be to -”

Here we go again. She sighed silently and manoeuvred him towards the loo, forcing him to sit down.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, what do you think I’m doing? You need to wind down before we leave because if you don’t, you will be in a foul mood the whole evening and I won’t take that! It’s my birthday! I want a nice, pleasant, lovely evening, so I will make you wind down.” She went to her knees, spreading Severus’ legs. 

“Here?!” he objected, “On the toilet?” 

She lowered her voice. “If I drag you back to bed for this, we won’t leave it again tonight, love.”

He smirked despite himself. 

Smug little bastard … “Just don’t touch my hair, okay? I needed an hour and half a bottle of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion to get it right, and if you ruin it now …”

He rolled his eyes, and even though his cock was twitching with interest only from seeing her kneeling in front of him, he tried to clasp his legs back together. “Don’t bother,” he sighed, “I just need a shower to get rid of this smell and -”

Once again, she put her finger on his lips. “First of all: You don’t smell.” She leaned up and gave him a proper snog, mainly to not let him see the tiny white lie in her eyes. But really, if she hadn’t known what it was, she would have thought one of his students had botched up a potion; she’d long got used to that. And her plan worked: When she let go of him again, she saw him half-hard from the corner of her eye. Properly distracted from any bouts of Legilimency. “And second,” she, therefore, added straight ahead, “Please let me do this for you. You know that I’m right.”

He gulped. “Possibly …”

She arched an eyebrow. Possibly my arse … His mood was rotten and he wouldn’t even get through the appetiser without another rant.

“But I can just as well wank under the shower.”

“Well, yes, you can do that …” She drew out her words. “But you sure as hell will enjoy this more.”

He drew his hand down his face, sighing, then he rubbed his eyes until they were red. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.” To support her words, she reached for his cock and stroked it until it was hard and reared up proudly between his tensed-up thighs. Ugh, so hot … 

And that he was sitting on the toilet only added a nice thrill to the situation. A trickle of excitement travelled down her spine and nestled up in her crotch. It was just … such an intimate position. Even after all those times they’d relieved themselves in front of each other, they normally didn’t watch each other on the toilet. Granted, sometimes she sneaked in to have a wee when Severus was showering, but apart from that … She couldn’t remember seeing him sit on the toilet ever before, let alone all starkers and hard, waiting for her to take him into her mouth. 

That, the emptiness underneath his buttock, and the thought of what they were normally doing here fell like a spark on straw and turned the trickle into a flame of arousal. 

Maybe I’ll need a wind-down as well before we leave … 

But first Severus. 

She slowly stroked up his thighs and grinned at him when he moaned in defeat. While he leaned his head back against the wall, she leaned forward to give the red tip of his cock a welcoming lick. The heady, bitter aroma of him exploded on her tongue, rendering her physically incapable of suppressing a tiny mewl of pleasure. 

Severus huffed softly. But when she opened her mouth and took him in as far as she felt comfortable, her nose almost dipping into his wiry curls that were emitting the sublime aroma of being trapped in his briefs for a long and busy workday already, intense and musky, his huff turned into a gasp and a muttered, “Fuck!”

It didn’t take long after that for his hands to seek out her head – despite her telling him he should not touch her damned hair!

Did I speak Gobbledegook?!

She drew her teeth across his velvety skin when she let him slip out of her mouth again, a tiny bit harder than she normally would but not painfully so, and snatched his hands, entangling their fingers to keep his away from her hard-earned hairdo.

“Sorry,” Severus panted.

She groaned in response before returning to her licking and sucking. Her mouth was watering, providing her with the right lube to bob her head up and down his length, and judging by Severus’ twitching fingers between hers, he was tremendously enjoying what she was doing. 

Ugh, she’d have loved to massage his balls as well, maybe even slip a finger into his backdoor … 

But he couldn’t be trusted today.

Hollowing out her cheeks, Hermione virtually sucked some pre-cum from him, making him pant and his thighs twitch. “Gods, yes,” he mumbled, grasping her hands tighter and slightly bucking his hips to meet her movements. And when she slowly circled the tip of her tongue around the tip of his cock, first following the furrow where his drawn-back foreskin emanated from and then prodding against the small hole of his urethra, a shudder rippled through his body, causing him to curse under his breath and twist his face into a beautiful mask of torturous lust. Severus blinked and looked at her blearily. “You were right, this is exactly what I needed now …”

Told you so … 

But she didn’t bother to tell him; her eyes would do the trick and his tiny snort and half-smile confirmed that. 

Hermione doubled up her efforts, relishing in the sounds of affirmation her doings were eliciting from Severus’ mouth. All of them fuelled her own desire, and she shifted her legs, trying to get her heel as close to her clit as possible, but to no avail. She simply wasn’t flexible enough for that kind of acrobatics. 

So she simmered in her own mounting need while she was working on letting Severus’ peak when – once again – a sequence of events unfolded right before her eyes.

First: Severus suddenly tensed up fiercely, accompanied by a distraught-sounding, “Fuck! No! Bloody -”

Disrupted by, second: A peculiar-sounding splash in the toilet and -

Third: Him coming, all of a sudden and with an adorable cry somewhere between desperate and wrecked.

Wrecked from an unexpectedly intense bout of lust, though, judging by the amount of cum he spurted down her throat and the pain his fingers caused her when he clamped them into the back of her hand. Hermione didn’t succeed in swallowing all of his cum down, some of it ran down the length of his cock and dripped into the toilet, from where the telltale aroma of shit was wafting up. 

“Fuck,” he panted again when he came down from his climax, “I’m sorry! I didn’t - … Fuck!”

Hermione grinned and brushed some spit and cum from her chin when she released his cock and slumped back on her heels. “Never mind, love. At this point, I’m fine with everything your body’s doing, I guess. Especially when it makes you come so hard …”

He huffed. “It really did …” he mumbled, still seeming a bit shaken by what had just transpired. 

And when he met her eyes, Hermione moaned and bit down hard on her lip. “That was … kind of hot, to be honest.”

He arched his eyebrow. “Interested in trying it yourself?”

Oh, shit! She hadn’t even thought about that! “Yes,” she whispered, “but not now.”

He hummed. “But you do need a … wind-down as well, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she mewled and grasped his hands when he held them out for her. As soon as she was on her feet, he pushed up the chemise she was wearing and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her soaked knickers. He held her gaze while he helped her step out of them, and he still did so when he pressed his nose into the fabric and inhaled deeply. 

“Delicious,” he commented and pulled her down onto his lap, her legs left and right of his thighs. She gasped when his fingers found her sopping entrance and slipped into her. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

She moaned, clinging to his shoulders. “Make me squirt,” she whispered, rocking against his fingers, “and …”

“And?” His eyes, glued to her bosom, twitched up to meet hers.

“And … poo some more, if you can.”

A grin curved his lips. “My my, what a dirty mind is hiding behind this beautiful face …” Then he began moving his fingers in and out of her, fiercely massaging her G-spot, and Hermione leaned down to plunder his mouth. 

She whimpered when he took a deep breath, hissing audibly through his nose, and pressed down to try and see to her wishes. God, this was so hot! Just hearing and feeling him work on releasing another turd, imagining how his anus was bulging out from the pressure … So good! 

Rolling her hips against him, she drank up every strained sound he was giving her, and when one of those sounds became a trembling gasp and his thumb suddenly began teasing her clit, Hermione held her breath, anticipating another splash from underneath them soon. 

And Severus didn’t disappoint. 

The second log he was able to squeeze out gave a loud plop when it fell into the water, causing little droplets to spray against her arse. Hermione whined from how much that turned her on, and with the next thrust of Severus’ fingers and the next circle of his thumb against her clit, she came undone, her nails biting into his shoulders and her fanny leaking enough squirt to let it sound as if she was peeing. 

Severus moaned, fucking her even harder now to draw out her orgasm. He was watching her raptly, as she noticed when she blinked, and reached out to tuck a single strand of hair that had come undone behind her ear. “Perfect,” he assessed. 

She smiled and leaned down to kiss him while Severus withdrew his fingers from her and grabbed her thigh, smearing her juices on her skin. 

“Fancy a tiny dessert?” he rumbled when she let go of him.

“I’m always up for desserts.”

He grinned, and shortly after, the pattering of piss filled the bathroom. 

Ugh … She shuddered on his lap and, meeting his gaze, she tried to convince her confused fanny to let go as well. It took her so long that Severus was almost finished. But when she finally succeeded and her pee met his cock, he took a hitching breath and his hips bucked slightly. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled, leaning his forehead against her breastbone and breathing down her décolleté. “If we had more time, I would get the potion,” he informed her when she was done as well.

She grinned. “Good thing it’s Friday. We’ll have a lot of time to get back to that later tonight.”

“Deal,” he murmured and drew her down for another kiss. Then he gave her buttocks a slap. “And now get off me and let me shower, else Rosmerta will give our table away after all.”

“Probably,” she admitted, but hated dismounting him nevertheless. When Severus stood up as well, she couldn’t help peering into the toilet, though. Two turds bathed in yellow, one already half slipped down the pipe, the other, tinier one curling above it. Mh … After their play the other day, she itched to touch it …  

Well, another time, and so she flushed the toilet. 

When she looked up and met Severus’ gaze, he blinked as if he’d been lost in thought for the past few seconds. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” he said and smiled fleetingly, “I’ll …” He nodded at the shower, and after sharing a last kiss, he disappeared behind the milky door.

Hermione smiled. And after cleaning herself up and washing her hands, she checked her hair in the mirror. Except for the one strand Severus had tucked behind her ear, everything was still in place. And that one loose strand, combined with what Severus had called her post-orgasmic blush, actually refined her look. She grinned and left the bathroom to get dressed. 

They would have a lovely evening, she decided while she put on a fresh pair of black lace knickers and her thigh highs, eat a delicious dinner, have a drink or two, and chat. And maybe, during dessert, she would slip out of her high heel and tease Severus underneath the table, getting him all hard and heated up enough that he would hastily ask for the bill lest he would come then and there and get them both banned for life. And maybe he would take her against some wall in a dark alley in Hogsmeade afterwards, only hidden by a hurriedly cast spell and his hand fast over her mouth to keep her from crying out loud, because there would be no way he would make it back to the castle with the hard-on she’d caused him. 

She bit her lip when her fanny clenched from only imagining this. Yes, that sounded like an absolutely perfect birthday dinner. 

Chapter Text

The next morning found Hermione at ease, comfortable, and utterly pleased when she – still drowsy – turned to Severus and was greeted with an absolutely toe-curling kiss. She moaned softly and slipped her hand in his hair, lazily playing with his tongue and relishing the tiny bout of possessiveness his tightening arm around her waist let on. “Good morning,” she sighed when their lips parted.

“Morning,” he echoed, “Did you sleep well?”

“Heavenly.” She brushed a strand of slightly oily hair from his face. “You?”

He hummed softly. “Was dreaming about what I might be allowed to do with you today.”

“Allowed?” she chuckled, “As if I’ve ever forbidden you anything.”

“Indeed,” he smirked, “But that’s not what I mean.”

“Oh?”

His smirk turned smug. “I initially planned to do this yesterday but after you were teasing me and had me take you against some ruddy shack in Hogsmeade …”

She giggled remembering how impeccable her little plan had played out. “It wasn’t a ruddy shack, Severus, it was a lovely cottage that I think we should keep an eye on because there’s no way I will live in this castle until I die.”

“They will hardly sell it to us after they’ve caught us copulating against their bedroom wall.”

Oh, right … “Touché. So, what did you plan for yesterday until my plans got in your plan's way?”

He propped himself up, putting his head in his hand and taking a strand of her hair to play with. “I planned to let you have a wish of what I am to do with you.”

She inhaled excitedly. “A birthday wish?”

He grimaced, almost visibly cringing from the idea of birthday wishes. “Kind of.”

Hermione bit her lip. “And um … what if we pretend it was still my birthday? Strictly speaking, my birthday only really began yesterday evening anyway, I had to work and you had to work and it was just a normal boring day until …” She pursed her lips.

“Until you sucked me off on the loo?” he offered bluntly.

“Yes, that was pretty much the moment my birthday began,” she grinned, her fanny twitching only from remembering how he’d come from accidentally pooing while he’d been buried to the hilt in her mouth. 

“Felt more like it was my birthday, though,” he mumbled and leaned back in to kiss her again. 

“Guess you have every reason to be curious about your actual birthday then,” she cooed and chuckled when he cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Are you trying to turn me on?” His voice was a low baritone tingling in the pit of her stomach.

“Always.”

He gulped, a tiny frown twisting his forehead.

“What’s wrong, love?” What did I say?

“Nothing,” he mumbled and kissed her. And though this probably was more a strategy to distract her from this moment, she felt herself failing to object to it. He was just such a good kisser … “So,” he eventually said, “what does this … birthday girl wish for?”

Hermione blushed from the intensity of his gaze alone, squirming a bit in his bed. “I want you,” she breathed and put up a straight face before she continued, “to make good on a promise.”

“A promise?” He sounded genuinely baffled and maybe a tiny bit worried.

“Yes.” She nodded seriously. “A few weeks ago you promised me to deflower my backdoor and said backdoor is still waiting for that to happen.”

Severus froze, then he dissolved in a deep rumbling laugh, and hearing that, she couldn’t keep her serious façade anymore either and pulled him down until his face was buried in her neck. Gods, she loved hearing this man laugh … It was one of the most beautiful sounds she’d ever heard. 

She smiled cheekily when he calmed down again and looked at her. “So … my cock up your arse it is, yes?”

“Yes.” 

“So be it,” he murmured and sealed it with a quick peck on her lips before he got up and fetched the potion he’d brewed.

“Get the second one as well!” she called after him.

He poked his head back through the bedroom door. “You’re having plans again?”

“Of course I have …” She wiggled her eyebrows and earned herself a huff before he disappeared for good.

Luckily, though, he returned quickly after and the way he was eyeing her alone had to be classified as foreplay. And as it seemed, it wasn’t only her feeling that. He was tenting his briefs as well at this point. 

“With or without the charm?” she murmured.

“With the charm. As much as I’d love to have your poo all over me, the first time should be as pure as possible to help you find out if you like it. There’s a lot of time for the rest afterward.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“We’ll see.” He took off his briefs and climbed back onto the bed, attacking her mouth again first and kissing a trail down her neck, her chest (stopping there to give her boobs an abundance of attention), her belly, and her thighs, only to finally circle back to her mound. He grabbed his wand and muttered the charm that caused Hermione to gasp from the tingling sensation that rippled through her backside. Then he urged her to turn around and present her clean arse to him. 

Oh God … She moaned into his pillow when he parted her cheeks and indulged her with a mind-blowing tongue work first. It was still a strange feeling, his warm and slippery tongue circling her anus and prodding at the tight muscle ring, slipping into it a bit as well. But now that she knew how that felt for him she could let go of her moment of unease quickly and let herself fall into his gentle and yet ardent endeavours. 

Her arousal increased quickly but when Severus slid his tongue down her perineum and aimed for her salivating fanny, she cried, “Stop!”

He did. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t make me come yet,” she panted, twisting her head to be able to look at him, “I want you in me when I come.” 

He smirked. “As you wish.”

Hermione slumped back into the pillow and blinked blearily when he reached for one of the vials. It popped softly when he opened it and then there was a cool and wet sensation on her backdoor, quickly followed by another slight tingle. She moaned.

“The potion will relax your anus,” Severus explained, “making it easier for you to take my cock.”

“Sounds perfect …”

He huffed. And then he leaned over to his nightstand and got a dildo from the bottom drawer. Part of her itched to chance a glance, to try to find out what exactly he was hiding down there that still was too intimate for him to show her, but she didn’t. Both because she wouldn’t have been able to do it unobtrusively and because she’d decided to always respect his boundaries a long time ago. 

So she watched him thinning the dildo until it was only a little bit wider than his finger instead. “I will make you get used to this first,” he said.

“Okay.” It sounded meeker than she felt but since her tone of voice prompted him to lean down and kiss her again, she wasn’t mad about it.

“You all right?”

“More than,” she promised, “Can’t wait for you to begin.” She smirked and he disappeared behind her with a mischievous look, lubing her up and discarding his wand for now. 

Then his finger was tracing her muscle again, caressing, prodding, teasing, until it finally slipped through and her brain immediately ceased working like a brain was supposed to work. “Mhh, yes,” she mumbled, relaxing her body until it began rocking with Severus’ gentle motions. 

“You’re so perfectly soft and relaxed,” he assessed, it was almost a moan and Hermione spread her legs a bit wider and angled her head so she was able to see his cock – rock-hard and bobbing softly. Her mouth watered from thinking about tasting him alone. 

She didn’t get to linger on that thought, though, since Severus replaced his finger with the thinned dildo. “Okay?” he asked.

“Yes, give me more.” 

He chuckled darkly and widened the sex toy a bit. Hermione felt her anus stretch around it like it did around a slender turd of poo. 

“More,” she whispered, blushing from how begging she sounded, but she couldn’t wait to have Severus’ cock up her arse and wanted to get this preparation stuff over with as soon as possible. 

And maybe Severus wanted the same because he trusted her and didn’t check back whether she was sure, he just widened the dildo again and proceeded to slowly fuck her with it. 

“Mhh,” she moaned. Now it felt like pooing in earnest – at least when Severus let the sex toy glide out of her. Every time he did, she expected the sensation of having it slip out for good but he didn’t let that happen. Instead, he stopped when only the tip was still inside of her and gently pushed it back up her arse and that was both a weird and exciting sensation. Weird because it just wasn’t going the way things normally went through that hole of her body, and exciting because it still felt good. There was something utterly arousing about feeling full down there, of having something penetrate her that way, of being stimulated without having her clit or vagina or nipples touched at all. She shuddered when Severus thrust the sex toy into her the next time and pressed harder against him.

“More?” he asked eventually.

“Yes,” she gasped. She could take more, that would be -

Oh!

She clawed her hands into the bedsheet and muffled her cry by pressing her face into the pillow.

“Are you in pain?” Severus asked, stopping his every movement.

“N-No,” she whimpered, “just … stretched …”

He hummed. “It’ll get better soon, relax, my love.” 

My love … 

He didn’t call her that often and a cosy shiver rippled down her spine. She exhaled slowly, just like he always did when she was fucking him, and focussed on relaxing her anus. Her stomach tingled and everything down there relaxed, so much so that she would have toppled to the side if Severus hadn’t been holding on to her with his free hand. 

But he noticed and chuckled again. “That’s it,” he murmured, “you’re doing so good.”

I am? She smiled blearily and gave in to his languid thrusts, to the switch between feeling very full and very relieved, and to the pleasure that was giving her. Though she couldn’t help wondering how it might feel to have a prostate as sensitive as Severus, she found there was a lot of pleasure to be found in this without a prostate as well. 

“How do you feel?” Severus asked a few minutes later.

“Good,” she answered, drawing out the word, “almost a little high, to be honest.”

He huffed. “That’s the potion. Some get a bit high from it when the skin absorbs it.”

“Huh … Don’t mind at all, feels nice.”

There was a smile tinting Severus’ voice when he said, “If you are ready to try, I would stop with the dildo then.”

“Woohoo!” she exclaimed, feeling both a bit sheepish and genuinely excited at the same time. 

“Better be a bit more careful with that potion next time round,” he mumbled amusedly but did as he’d promised and let the dildo slip out of her completely.

Hermione gasped from that sensation, for a second completely forgetting that she wasn’t actually pooing even though it felt like it. But every thought about that was swept away when she felt the soft tip of Severus’ cock against her entrance.

“Relax,” he prompted her again and she did, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, forcing her anus to let go as much as it could. “That’s it …” The tip of his lubed cock slipped into her and she moaned gutturally.

Gods, this felt so much better than the dildo … Warm and soft and familiar and she just loved his cock inside of her, no matter where, it was just … “I love you like … so much!”

“Love you too,” he muttered slightly distractedly and she smirked. So he loved this just as much as she did. 

Good … Splendid, actually!

During the next minutes, Severus carefully rocked himself into her, stopping every now and then either to make her relax again or to take a deep breath himself. And when he was finally completely buried into her arse, he mumbled a weary, “Fuck. You’re feeling so good, Hermione …”

“Mh, you too.” His hands on her hips grasped her tightly, his wiry hair against her back adding a nice raspy touch to this, and his body warmth helped her relax even more. There was nothing that made her feel at ease as much as Severus’ warmth against her body. 

“Ready for me to move?”

“Yes. Just -”

“Slowly, naturally.” 

She grinned. 

And had a throaty moan wrought from her mouth when he pulled out of her almost agonisingly slowly. Ugh, this felt amazing! Her fanny began convulsing from the sensation and her nipples hardened some more, them gently rubbing against the bedsheet sending a constant stream of shivers down her spine. And when Severus pushed back into her, she thought she could feel her belly bulge out from it and raised her hand to feel it but no. At least she wasn’t sure. 

And so she focussed back on his thrusts and the mounting arousal those gave her and on his own moaning and groaning while he tried to restrain himself, to not plunge into her as fiercely as he probably wanted to because he was afraid to hurt her.

“Faster,” she mumbled, therefore, because she could take a little bit more.

“Are you sure?” he panted.

“Positive.” She giggled from her own answer but stopped immediately when he did as she’d told him because more speed meant more friction and more friction meant more lust and ugh … 

So good … 

The intoxicating effect of the potion waned while her arousal increased and she once again clawed her hands into the bedsheet – only to keep herself from fondling her clit though. Severus had had a point about her first time better being as pure as possible and she wanted to know how it felt to come from anal stimulation only. 

But a few minutes later she found herself reaching a plateau and had to accept that she probably wouldn’t climax from this alone, as nice as it might feel. Severus, however, was more than ready to climax, she could tell from his laboured breathing, his stuttering thrusts, and the tiny pauses he made every now and then. And so she reached between her legs to fondle her clit after all and oh boy! Did this catapult her high up her lust almost instantly. 

“Mh! Ugh! Yes!” she found herself vocalising and shoving her backside onto Severus’ cock, and his fingernails dug into her flesh needily.

“Fuck, Hermione, I -”

“I know, me too,” she panted, the last sound running into a low moan that mingled with Severus’ until she dissolved into a shuddering and bucking high that caused her finger to slip from her clit into her slick tunnel where she could feel Severus’ cock sliding against it only divided by a thin layer of skin. And even while she was still rocking out her climax, she couldn’t stop herself from wondering how it might feel to be filled on both ends and if she had something like a mental list of things she wanted to try, then she added that to it, unable to not think for once as she was. 

Her orgasm waned just in time to be fully aware of Severus coming as well. He stiffened and there was a faint warm sensation inside of her when he spilled himself into her arse. She smiled, biting her lip in pleasure listening to his hitching breaths. 

Eventually, he almost collapsed onto her, his cock still buried inside of her. “You all right, love?” she cooed sweetly.

“Godric’s galloping graphorns,” he mumbled, “I think I might have exploded …”

She began giggling, both from him being so done that he was addressing Gryffindor of all people and the way he sounded while doing so. “Glad you had fun.”

“I had,” he confessed, “and you?”

She didn’t get to answer his question, though, because he motioned to slip out of her at that very moment and so she – once again – yelled, “Stop!”

Severus froze. “What?”

“Do you think you … can pee inside of me as well?” she mumbled and twisted her head to glance at him again. 

He was quiet for a moment. “I … honestly don’t know, I never tried.”

“Fancy a test? I really want to know how that felt for you.”

He cleared his throat. “Very well … But I'm quite full, you have to tell me if it's getting too much.”

“I will.”

Then he stilled, gripping her hips again and pulling her against him while he breathed out slowly. 

Hermione closed her eyes, bathing in the soft trembles her orgasm had left her with. She knew that it probably would take Severus a minute or two until he could let go; she had problems peeing as well immediately after having an orgasm. And that he wasn’t even standing above a loo but buried into her tight arse probably didn’t help matters.

At the same time, a thrum of excitement rippled through her body, mixing with the anticipation of this new experience. Would she feel it when he succeeded? Or would his piss be just as warm as her body, rendering her completely unaware of what was happening until he’d released enough piss to make her feel her bowels swell?

She was still musing about this when Severus gasped softly. And a moment later, she indeed felt it – the first spurt of piss. Only fleetingly, though, for its temperature was quite close to her body’s. But it was enough to make her answer with a gasp as well. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled and groaned with relief when his stream strengthened. 

And that she could feel as well! The force of his piss sloshing against her insides, spreading and filling her. “Oh God,” she whimpered, finding herself trembling from that alien sensation that soon turned into an intense need to poo. Or rather … to release his piss. 

“Want me to stop?”

“No!”

“Thank God …”

She huffed and felt some of his piss leak out around his cock, run down her fanny and along her clit, sheathing it in cool wetness, before it dripped onto the bed. She tried to clamp her muscles tighter around Severus but in vain.

“It’s the potion,” he said when he noticed what she was doing, “you won’t be able to hold it all.”

“Bugger,” she breathed but it was as it was and at least her position helped her keep as much of it inside of her as possible with gravity helping her and all. 

But with him pouring more and more piss into her, causing her bowels to extend, she felt her own bladder moan from the pressure as well. She hadn’t been to the loo since last night and neither had Severus. At this point, she probably was at about a litre of piss filling up her body.

“I’m done,” he finally said and when Hermione felt her belly this time, she could feel a noticeable bulge, so sensitive that she winced from her softest touch alone. “All right?”

“Yes,” she whispered nevertheless, biting down hard on her lip from how intense her urge to release all of the piss had got. But she wanted more. Even though pearls of sweat were forming on her forehead, she wanted more. “D-Do you think you … Could you try fuck me again?” She reached for his potion even before she’d finished her question and blindly held it up to him, slightly worried about the torrent of piss she might lose when she moved too much. 

Gods, she was so full! She’d never felt so desperate to let go … But even when she tried to it was only rivulets of piss leaking out of her because Severus’ cock was plugging her arse.

“We’ll see,” he mumbled and only seconds later she felt him swell again inside of her. She groaned, he cursed, and while she trembled from coping with all of this, Severus began panting. “Is this how it felt for you?” he whispered.

“Dunno, guess so?” 

“Are you all right?”

She barked a frenzied laugh. “No! I’m full to the brim with your piss and my piss and I need to go! But I still want to try this! I want to know how …” She gulped. “How it feels.”

“Okay,” he breathed, “I’ll take it slow.”

And he did. Ever so slowly did he slip out of her strained hole and by God! The relief was heavenly! “Bloody hell …” she mumbled, causing Severus to huff because that usually was his way of cursing and not hers but this … this demanded something stronger. 

When he carefully pushed back into the flood he’d left in her, though, she grimaced from the mounting pressure and bit down so hard on her lip that she thought she tasted some blood. Severus, however, moaned from pleasure. “This feels so indescribably good …”

And yes, for him it did. She remembered how amazing it had felt to push her cock into her own piss that had been filling up his rectum. But now that she was on the other side of this experience, she was amazed that Severus had enjoyed this so hard as well. It was too much, too tight, too full, and just when she thought she couldn’t take it for a single second longer, Severus pulled back and she was suffused by the sweetest sensation of relief. 

The only relief sweeter than this would be letting go and she wanted it. Actually, she needed it.

“Stop,” she panted, “I can’t … can’t take this anymore, I need …” She whimpered. 

“It’s okay,” he murmured, gently caressing her thigh while he carefully pulled out of her.

Hermione cried in relief when he slipped out completely and instantly, his piss began flowing out of her, pouring down her thighs and her fanny, and splattered onto the bed. It felt … ugh! So unbelievably good!

In fact, she was so immersed in this intense sensation that she almost didn’t notice how Severus slumped down behind her and pulled her closer so his own piss flooded his lap and his twitching cock, moaning from how good this seemed to feel for him as well. And when the first gush of piss tapered off, Hermione bore down and the next one squirted out of her, along with the first dribbles of her own piss. 

“Lie back,” she whispered and Severus did without hesitating. Hermione scooted up a bit higher, her knees digging into the mattress left and right of his waist, then she let go completely and flooded him with the contents of her bladder, moaning in sync with him. She looked down and saw him closing his hand around his swollen member, beginning to pump himself with urgency. And before she was done pissing, he came again, crying out from pleasure. 

Hermione slumped down next to him, panting at least as much as he was, and felt some more of his piss leaking out of her relaxed and still a bit gaping arsehole, the soaked duvet cool against her skin. She grimaced. 

“Are you all right?” he asked again.

“Yes. It was just …”

“Too much, I know. My bladder was bursting.”

“Mine as well,” she chuckled. 

He sat up, then he leaned down to kiss her. “I owe you an orgasm,” he rumbled, “Improper to end your birthday wish with me having come more often than you did.”

“Deal,” she mumbled against his lips, “but give me a moment, okay?”

“I give you as many moments as you need.” He took his wand and cleaned the bed, then he lay down beside her, his chest still damp from their mingled piss which was an unexpectedly exciting thought, and pulled her close, fumbling with the duvet until it covered them. “So … how did you like it?”

“Mhh,” she mumbled, “I loved the anal part, want to do that again. And generally, I liked you peeing in my bum as well but … next time I’d like a little less piss on both sides, to be honest.” 

“That we can arrange.” He kissed her neck and nibbled at her earlobe.

“Need a moment more, Severus.”

He chuckled. “Okay.”

Chapter Text

He knew that Hermione was up to something the moment he spotted her looking at him over the edge of the Daily Prophet. “What?” he asked warily.

She grinned. “I was thinking about the Quidditch game later.”

“So?”

“And about my … accident in your class the other day.”

“Oh?”

“And how you weren’t totally averted against experiencing something like that yourself sometime …”

Realisation dawned on him with a deep intake of breath. “I see.” He folded the newspaper shut and laid it aside.

Hermione chuckled. “I just thought, the game would be a perfect chance if you really want to try it. We’re not risking any students noticing something being in the teacher’s stand and yet the risk of somebody noticing is still there.” She caught her lip between her teeth and let it slowly slip out.

Ugh! His cock twitched from seeing that alone. What was it that reduced him to a horny teenager whenever he was with her?!

“Well?” she prompted eventually, “What do you think?”

He softly clicked his tongue. “Would be a shame to let an occasion like that pass, wouldn’t it?”

Her cheeky grin widened. “Exactly my thought!” Then she proceeded to put some more scrambled eggs and toast on his plate and poured him another cup of tea. 

Oh God … What did he get himself into?

Before they left his quarters an hour later (without him using the toilet, a decision he would regret soon because he already needed to piss) Hermione stopped him and held out her hand as if expecting him to give her something. He looked at her puzzled. “Your wand,” she then said mischievously, “I haven’t been able to use magic, you won’t be able to use magic either.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. But unlike you, I will bring my wand so if the situation gets out of hand, you won’t be as screwed as I was.”

He eyed her sceptically. Not because he wouldn’t see her point but because giving his wand away was nothing he was doing lightly, not even so many years after the end of the war.

But eventually, he surrendered and let it slip out of his sleeve to hand it to her.

She smiled warmly. “Thank you for your trust.”

Don’t make me regret it.

She laid his most important tool on his desk and grasped his hand, leading him out of his quarters first and two minutes later out of the castle as well. Students were heading toward the Quidditch Pitch, all sheathed in warm clothes just like them – another advantage he would have and Hermione had not. His cloak would hide a lot of whatever would happen during the next hour or two, a fact that caused his body to thrum with excitement.

“Nervous?” she piped when they neared the teacher’s stand, her fingers intertwined with his.

He smirked. “No. You?”

She shook her head, gnawing on her lip. Looking left and right, she leaned closer and whispered, “But turned on as hell already, my knickers are soaked.”

Good Lord … “Wanton, are you?” he muttered and pulled the chuckling woman up the stairs. He needed to sit down before somebody noticed his growing hard-on.

“Severus!” Filius peeped when they emerged upstairs, “Hermione! What are you doing here?”

“You do know that it’s Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw, don’t you?” Pomona chimed in. The two seats in the front row were theirs today, being the Head of Houses of the competing teams.

“Lost bet,” Severus grumbled because really, there was no other reason why he was attending a game that Slytherin didn’t partake in.

“Lost revenge bet,” Hermione followed suit, at this point lying just as smoothly as him, adorning her suffering with a shrug of her shoulders.

He really was rubbing off on her … Huh.

Filius blinked rather confused. “That means you’re both here against your will? And although you could just decide to … you know, not insist on fulfilling your stake, you are too stubborn to do so?”

“Yes,” they said in unison, Severus needing to use some Occlumency to contain his smirk. He didn’t know how Hermione managed to keep a straight face, though. 

The small professor sighed. “Well, then at least refrain from being annoying, will you?”

“Of course,” Hermione promised sweetly, “We will sit down in the back corner and disturb nobody.”

Sly little witch. 

When she turned away from Filius and Pomona and faced him, she grinned excitedly and hurried to the last bench in the stand, offering him the seat at the wall. Before he sat down, though, he lifted his cloak to let it hang down behind the bench. No need to risk it getting soiled.

“So,” Hermione whispered when she’d sat down as well, “how are you doing?”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “Terrific.” 

Which was not even half true. Aside from his already complaining bladder, he’d eaten way more for breakfast than he usually did and he felt that. His stomach was slightly unsettled, rumbling and gurgling, but hidden by several layers of clothes, the excitement surrounding them, and the last interested teachers slowly trailing in, hopefully nobody would notice. 

His bladder gave a twinge. What a bloody stupid idea to begin this in a similar state as Hermione the other day. The game would most likely last longer than the twenty-minute lockdown she'd had to get through … 

Well, let’s hope Ravenclaw makes short shrift of Hufflepuff.

Or not. All of this would be much more exciting if this would turn out to be a long and tedious game and part of him wanted that. Wanted the desperation and the mounting need, the slow shutting down of all his senses until only he and his body remained, fighting for the last word.

It had been too long since he’d done that. 

If only they wouldn’t be amongst their colleagues. Septima sat in the second row, a notepad on her lap to do some arithmantic calculations predicting the course of the game, next to her Glen Conifer, the latest Head of Gryffindor House, probably to see which team they were competing against next and observing said team's strategy, and Aurora had sat down on the other side of the stand, avid Quidditch fan that she was.

Severus swallowed thickly. Watching Hermione fight (and lose) against her bodily urges the other day during his class hadn’t disconcerted him that much. In his classroom, he was in control, always. So even if the students had noticed what was happening, he’d known that he would remain in control and solve the problem, Obliviating every single one of them if necessary.

Here, however … 

Surrounded by skilled wizards and witches … 

Without his wand … 

Oh God … This could easily become the most humiliating thing ever happening to him – and considering his past that meant something! 

Something cold was creeping up his neck, causing the fine hairs on his arms to stand on end and his pulse to speed up. His hand twitched to where he usually stored his wand only to grasp air. All of a sudden, he felt naked. Naked and uncomfortably on edge and that his stomach chose this moment to cramp wasn’t helping matters either. He exhaled slowly.

“Are you all right, love?” Hermione murmured leaning in. 

He nodded stiffly, his eyes trained on the stand at the opposite side of the pitch. Blurry yellow caps and scarves were moving like flubberworms in a can.

“Hey.” She grasped his hand, making him look her in the eyes. “We can leave whenever you want, okay? You don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.”

Contrary to me, you have a choice. She didn’t say it but he still heard it. He had a choice. So … What option would he choose? He took a deep breath, feeling like he could breathe freely again for the first time since he’d sat down. Looking into Hermione’s eyes and hearing her reassurances just had this effect on him. “I know,” he said, quirking a smile, “I’m fine.”

But he had to release some gas and so he carefully lifted his right buttock from the bench. Luckily, it was a bit windy today. And luckily, the wind would carry any smell away from the stand. He pressed gingerly, suppressing a sigh when a hot fart hissed out of his arse and reduced some of the mounting pressure inside of his stomach. He exhaled deeply when he settled back down.

“Oh God, you just farted, didn’t you?” Hermione breathed, curling her fingers around the edge of the bench and unobtrusively rubbing her legs against each other.

He smirked. “I did.”

“Shit.”

He rumbled a dark laugh, letting go of the last remains of tension that had almost got the better of him. Really, this game was the perfect opportunity for their dalliances. Not only were they around people that weren’t students, upping the stakes without risking any grieve inappropriatenesses; the game Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff was also one of the least popular games each year because the teams weren’t usually that good and so not even all the teachers bothered to come and watch it, leaving them largely undisturbed in the back of the stand and free to talk as long as they weren’t getting too loud.

The only one who could possibly interfere with their plans would have been Minerva because she naturally would have sat down with them only to annoy Severus, but fortunately, she had a meeting with the Board of Governors in London today.

There literally could have been no better opportunity than this and he loved Hermione even more for realising that.

His bout of enthusiasm, however, was ended by another rumble of his stomach. He slightly doubled over.

Sweet Salazar … Objectively speaking, the second serving of scrambled eggs had been a bad idea. His cock, though, was far beyond objectivity. Seeing Hermione squirm beside him had already made him hard, anticipating what all of this would end in … He gingerly spread his legs a bit, granting him two kinds of relief the moment when Rolanda was blowing the starting whistle: his cock wasn’t pressing as hard against his trousers anymore, and his bladder had some more room to expand. 

Unfortunately, Hermione knew exactly what he was doing and she looked at him with lust-glazed eyes and rosy cheeks. 

Bloody hell. What if he came up here without him being able to do anything to prevent it?

His treacherous cock twitched with interest.

And when Ravenclaw scored the first goal, he felt the log his body was working on shifting down enough to make him aware of it. 

Ugh … His eyes fluttered closed while he fumbled to draw his cloak over his legs. This was escalating quicker than he’d anticipated. 

“Are you leaking?” Hermione breathed.

“Not yet.” But the next fart that needed some help to get out might be his doom. 

Keeping his back straight, Severus tried focusing on the game for a couple of minutes. He had to get his arousal down a notch – and he had to get his mind off his strained bladder! They hadn’t even been here for half an hour, the game had just begun, he couldn’t start leaking already! 

Because if he started leaking now he would piss his pants before Ravenclaw scored the fifth goal and although he trusted his few present colleagues to stay oblivious to what they were doing in the grand scheme of things, he was pretty sure that they would notice him flooding the bench. 

Gods, he was so screwed.

But the next twenty minutes or so he actually succeeded in managing his bodily urges quite well, shifting his weight back and forth, either giving pressure on his backdoor to keep his shit where it was supposed to be, or on his cock, simulating a needy pinch. The seam of his trousers was in the exactly right position for that. Mhh …

Not even Glen casting him a glance and calling, “Ravenclaw's really good this year, aren't they?”, much to Filius' delight, rattled his focus.

“Indeed they are,” he just replied, his arms crossed firmly over his chest.

Okay, maybe he was also cheating a tiny bit, using some Occlumency here and there. But he would pay the price for that sooner or later. Tuning out the signals of his body didn’t change anything about what was happening inside of him. 

Alas, Hermione knew him too well already to not notice what he was doing eventually. 

“Stop cheating!” she chided him, unable to hide her exasperation, “I wasn’t able to cheat either!”

He glared at her. “Will you put your cloak underneath the bench when I fail?”

She pursed her lips. “Would be rather conspicuous round here, don’t you think?”

“Then let me cheat!” But his triumphant hiss caused another fart to bubble past the turd that was poking at his backdoor. It deliciously tickled up his creak, bubble after bubble. “Fuck.” His Occlumency wavered, shifting his bladder back into the centre of his attention. His bloody full bladder! “I will leak,” he whispered, “I can’t hold it for much longer …”

Hermione took a sharp breath. “Try releasing a bit, only so much that your clothes will be able to soak it up.” 

The first goal for Hufflepuff and Pomona jumped to her feet cheering, causing Severus to flinch – and to leak. 

Fuck!

“I don’t know if I will be able to stop once I start,” he muttered, grateful for the moment of uproar in the teacher’s stand.

Hermione bit her lip. “Well, I guess you have to, else …” She wiggled her brows.

“Minx,” he muttered, slightly bobbing his leg trying to distract himself from the pressure building up in his lower body. His bladder was about to burst, his bowels were screaming for release and his cock found it a good idea to harden even more. 

Hell, would he be even able to piss with a hard-on like that?! 

He normally had difficulty letting go when he was hard, even in the morning when his erection had absolutely nothing … Well, not exclusively to do with being aroused. Waking up next to Hermione would probably always cause him to be a bit aroused. 

But she was right. If he didn’t want to risk losing control entirely, he should try releasing some piss. His trousers were of a thick fabric and contrary to Hermione, he was wearing briefs as well, so … 

Severus closed his eyes, trying to relax. It still cost him about a minute of agony until some piss was seeping from his tip. He gasped, unable to stop himself from grimacing, it just felt so good! 

“Oh God, you’re doing it, aren’t you?” Hermione whispered.

He nodded, unable to say a single word. Slowly, his stream was somewhat strengthening, though not as much as it normally would have. And just when it began feeling bloody amazing, he had to clench down and stop pissing because the warm liquid was beginning to pool underneath his arse. It would drip down the bench any second if he didn’t -

“Bugger!” he cursed when his body protested like a car that was forced to go from full speed to zero within seconds. He was doubling over, hiding it by putting his elbows on his knees in a display of utter boredom and panting by the time he finally succeeded.

“All right?”

“No,” he mumbled. Nothing was all right. He felt just as full as before he’d let out some piss and soaking wet on top of it!

If only he wasn’t so bloody turned on … 

And this position, leaned forward, was luring his backside into giving up its fight so he had to shift back, shoving the turd further up his arse again. Fucking hell! If it wouldn’t hurt so much, it’d feel like being fucked in the best way. But everything wanted this log out and his body was adamant in telling him, causing him to shift uncomfortably trying to reduce the pain of his intense urge. He felt like he'd saved the poo of three days inside of him and that was not the case, for fuck's sake!

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbled away, slightly lifting his buttock again in the pious hope he could release some more gas but no. The only effect that had was the turd slipping down deeper, slightly turtle-necking until he sat back down on it. Mhhh … 

“Talk to me,” Hermione pleaded in a low voice, her gaze darting back and forth between the few occupied seats in front of them but as far as he could tell, everybody was transfixed on the game now, paying them no attention at all. 

“There is … a massive load of shit piling up in my arse and if I don’t stay sit on it it will … just slip out.” He felt sweat blossoming on his forehead when his stomach gave another gurgle.

Hermione moaned, once again rubbing her legs against each other. 

“Don’t you dare come!” he hissed.

“I-I try …”

Another spurt of piss leaked from his throbbing cock and on impulse he grabbed Hermione’s leg, curling his fingers into her thigh. 

She gasped, he groaned, rocking out another wave of painful spasms urging the turd further down his bowels. Luckily, it wasn’t soft. Luckily, it was on the harder side even because if it wasn’t, it probably would have long pushed out of him and spread along his creak and to his balls and -

“Oh God …” He shuddered from an intense jolt of lust, so loud that it probably would have caused some of their colleagues to look around at him if the Hufflepuff seeker hadn’t chosen that exact moment to bolt up into the air. Catch the Snitch! Severus implored him, Catch it! Release me!

But he didn’t. The only thing that got released was more piss, probably mixed with a good amount of precum. 

Hermione put her hand on his, causing him to jerk his head around to her. He expected her to say something but she didn’t. She was just looking at him glassy-eyed, panting as if she was indeed short of climaxing. 

Severus gulped, then he grimaced from a really painful cramp. “It wants to get out,” he whispered, “I need to get it out, it will slip out the moment I stand up, I …” He exhaled slowly. “I will shit my pants, Hermione.”

Her lips pressed tightly together, she nodded, tentatively arching her back and he knew bloody well what she was doing there! Shifting her pelvis, she was causing pressure on her fucking clit, and the way she silently gasped when she succeeded almost was his undoing.

He had to look away because he simply couldn’t deal with both, his peaking arousal and the peaking pain in his bowels. So he carefully observed their colleagues, his gaze darting from one to the other until he was sure that they were still not paying them any attention. Septima was scribbling away, Glen's eyes were fixed on the seekers, just as Filius and Pomona's, Aurora … didn't matter, she sat two rows in front of them, she'd need to fully turn around to see anything.

Okay. He had to do it, there was no other -

Ahh!

Holding his breath, Severus carefully lifted his right buttock off the bench again, clearing the way for the massive turd that was adamant to get out of him. 

And it instantly seized that opportunity!

Gripping Hermione’s thigh even harder, Severus leaned slightly back, guiding the log to slide toward his balls and not up to the waistband of his trousers. If he was forced to do this he wanted to do it the right way!

Successfully. The hard tip of the turd turned to his front, slowly pushing its way along his perineum. Then it reached his balls and he had to exhale, only to inhale again frantically, holding it once again while the shit was pushing past his balls, caressing them most deliciously. 

And eventually, the ever-growing turd reached his cock, slowly sliding along the underside, warm and moist like the tongue of a lover but massive like a cock, causing his legs to tremble and his next exhale to shudder from an unexpected peak of lust.

“Fuck,” he breathed, unable to stop himself from slightly rocking against the solid log, “I’m going to come, I’m going to -”

He pressed his fist against his mouth to keep himself from moaning out loud when a fierce orgasm practically ripped him apart. He shuddered, almost convulsed right then and there, on the fucking Quidditch Stand in the middle of a fucking game, pumping gush after gush of cum into his briefs while the endless-feeling turd of shit finally slipped out of him completely, settling into his pants like a second cock. 

When the haze of his high slowly faded, he gradually became aware of a massive uproar surrounding them. He blinked, panting, slowly detaching his fist from his mouth and gingerly sitting back down on the heap of shit he’d unleashed in his pants, causing it to smoosh along his skin. Another ripple of lust travelled through his body. 

“Severus?”

He gulped, looking around at Hermione. “Mh?”

She wanted to say something but she was apparently lost for words, either shocked or mesmerised by what had just happened right beside her. 

The good thing was, she actually seemed to be the only one aware of what he’d been doing because fate had had mercy on him for once and allowed the Ravenclaw seeker to catch the Snitch close to the moment he’d lost control and come within a whisker of getting himself kicked out for practising sexual acts in public. 

And until everybody was heading toward the stairs, passing them by as if they weren’t even there, he’d halfway had himself back under control.

A few minutes later, they were alone on the teacher's stand and he buried his face in his hands. “Bloody hell,” he muttered from behind them, shifting uncomfortably due to both the turd of shit and his still painfully full bladder. He didn't even actively hold back the flood anymore, he was just still too hard to piss.

Hermione leaned against him giggling. “I never expected you to actually come!”

He glared at her. “Oh, you think I did?!”

She dissolved in another fit of borderline hysterical giggles. “But I assure you, nobody noticed anything! I cast a quick notice-me-not when I realised what was happening!”

“Thank God …”

She leaned in and kissed him. “Couldn’t let you get kicked out, could I?”

“Lucky me.”

“Indeed.” Then she kissed him again properly.

Until he groaned; some hot droplets of piss were finally swelling from the tip of his softening cock. “I’m afraid I’ll give you another show.”

“Ready when you are,” she mumbled and Severus pressed down tentatively.

It took his piss about ten seconds before it began pattering down the bench, soaking his already wet trousers even more and probably painting it in a beautiful brown as well since it was loosening up the pile of stool hiding in his pants.

Hermione moaned beside him, rocking on her seat more openly now.

“Did you come yet?” he mumbled, relishing in the blissful feeling of finally emptying his bladder.

She shook her head. “No. I almost did, but … Oh God, I need to come!” She crammed her hand between her legs and began rubbing herself and mere seconds later, she came just as fiercely as he had, almost toppling from the bench hadn’t he grasped her arm, moaning out her pleasure loud enough that he hoped her notice-me-not was still in place because otherwise … 

“Fuck,” she mumbled exhaustedly when she came down from her high.

Severus softly shook his head. “I cannot get enough of seeing you come.”

She smiled blearily. “Ditto. You were … so beautiful when you came! That was a bloody good one, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” he said in a dark voice. A fact that he would soon need to come to terms with because -

Hermione’s lips on his thankfully distracted him from that topic that he had been battling with for quite some time now. Another day, not now.

“Do you know what I’d be up for now?”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“Returning to your quarters – as you are – and slowly unpacking you and the mess you’ve made like an early Christmas present.”

“It’s October, Hermione!”

“A very early Christmas present.” She grinned. “What do you say?”

He looked down at the puddle he’d created on the floor. It was tinged with specks of brown and the shit nestled against his lower parts had noticeably softened. She would unpack a hell of a mess.

If they got back into the castle without anybody noticing in what state he was.

“Only if you cast a disillusionment charm on us,” he eventually decided, “I’ve had enough public displays of this for one day.”

“Sure!”

“And!” he stopped her when she was already jumping to her feet. She turned to him. “Only when you piss your pants as well before we leave. I want to have something to unpack too.”

Her look of surprise turned into a mischievous grin. “I’d hoped you’d say that.”

“Did you now?”

She nodded smugly. “Why do you think did I turn my dark denims into light ones?” She pointed at the light blue fabric of her jeans that he indeed hadn’t seen her wear ever before. But, to be honest, he was generally paying more attention to getting her out of her clothes than to the clothes themselves. 

“Well, then …” he ascertained in a dark voice and watched her expectantly.

Hermione slightly spread her legs, closing her eyes when she focussed on letting go. And mere seconds later he got to enjoy watching rivulets of piss painting dark streaks down the insides of her light pants, soaking into her trainers and eventually forming another puddle on the floor.

He was half-hard again when she was done and smiled at him blearily before lifting her cloak and presenting him with her backside that was completely drenched. “Happy?” she chirped.

“Very much so,” he growled. “Let’s get somewhere more private and … have some fun.”

Chapter Text

They were sneaking back into the castle like students roving about past curfew and Hermione had a hard time keeping her giggles and excitement at bay. She felt deliciously filthy walking around with soaked trousers and shoes that were short of squelching with each step she took. Granted, the cooling effect her wet clothes had on her skin was slightly uncomfortable, especially being out on the grounds in the chilly October wind, but still. She’d have loved to drag Severus into a shadowy corner and have him rub her through the damp fabric of her jeans but they probably had pushed their luck enough with him coming on the teachers’ stand already.

So she pulled herself together, even though it was a hard thing to do with that low hum vibrating in her belly, kept reminding herself that Severus would be more humiliated than she if anybody noticed them in spite of their disillusionment charm and that helped a great deal – hearing him sigh and groan behind her did not, though. “So disgusting or so good?” she whispered when they finally reached the dungeon corridor that was deserted as far as she was able to see ahead.

“Good, all in all,” he muttered back, “but that’s not what is bothering me.”

“Too much scrambled eggs?” she guessed.

“Yes.”

She knew she should feel bad for him; having an upset stomach was no fun. But neither could she stop a pleasant shiver from rippling down her arms nor her fanny from twitching excitedly. “Would you mind if that turns me on like hell?”

“I’d feel offended if it didn’t,” he replied in a low voice.

She moaned softly, hobbling a bit in a desperate try to create some friction without stopping. She wanted this man in their quarters and then she wanted to unpack the mess he’d made of his trousers – now!

And it seemed as if that desire of hers didn’t slip him for she heard a low chuckle behind her. 

But before she got to chastise him, it turned into a groan and his hand on her shoulder stopped her. “Wait a minute,” he pressed out, his fingers boring into her cloak. Then there was a faint squeak that turned into a low bubbling that sounded borderline wet.

“Are you serious?!” she whined, groping for the corridor wall before her legs could give way underneath her.

Severus huffed. “It was just gas.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that this is not the right place to soak through my knickers even more than I already did!”

“Fuck,” he mumbled, and then, more urgently, “Go! Don’t want to come in my pants yet again.”

She smirked. “Oh, you seemed to rather enjoy it earlier …”

He harrumphed and she got going again. 

They made it back to Severus’ quarters without another interruption or stop and Hermione smirked at him when she cancelled the disillusionment charm. “I want to start,” she said boldly and pulled him toward his desk, “and I want to do it here. I want you to think about what we did eeeevery time you give one of the students a dressing-down.”

“As if I wouldn’t already think about how I gave you your first blowjob here every time I’m dealing with a student …” But he let himself be manoeuvred around at her will, caging her between his arms when her bum hit the edge of his massive desk and kissing her. 

Hermione sighed and slipped her hands underneath his cloak, let them roam down his back and gripped his bumcheeks first, then she felt for the bulge of his poo nestled between them. Severus moaned, urging another bulge against her crotch. 

“Fuck …”

“So good?” she chuckled, pushing his hair behind his ear.

“You have no idea.”

“Do you even want me to unpack you then or …”

He looked at her and at first, there was something in his eyes she couldn’t exactly read. Then it disappeared and the hooded sheen of lust returned. “Yes,” he said in a dark voice, “unpack me.”

The way he said it alone caused her fanny to pulse. Oh God, I’m so lost … 

But in a good way. Holding his gaze, she pushed his cloak off his shoulders and with a little twitch of Severus’ arms, it slid to the floor, forming a ruffled half-circle around them. He did the same with her cloak that Hermione kicked aside impatiently. Then she began opening his frock coat. One by one she let the buttons slip through their holes, gasping silently when his stomach gave a low rumble. Severus twisted his face but otherwise, he didn’t react. He just looked at her. 

Foreplay. This is fucking foreplay.

Finally, she was done but because his frock coat was tailored tighter than his cloak, she had to pull it off him. Severus supported her efforts and eventually discarded it carelessly. He reached for the hem of her jumper and pulled it up. Her hair crackled when it rubbed against the wool and Hermione ran her hands over it to flatten it at least a tiny bit. Then she locked eyes with Severus again. “Turn around,” she whispered and he did, not without looking into her eyes for a second longer than necessary though. She shivered. 

And when he presented her with his backside, she bit her lip. His trousers were visibly wet. Although she’d assumed that she wouldn’t be able to see that he’d pissed himself because he was wearing black as always, it was in fact visible. The seat of his trousers was a tad bit darker than the waistband. 

At least on the edges. In the centre, it was tinted brown.

And now that she’d removed the layers of fabric covering it, the intense stench of piss and poo was tickling her nostrils as well. She moaned.

“Enjoy yourself?” Severus rumbled.

“Tremendously.” She reached out and put her hand right onto the seam in the centre, massaging the soft lump of shit and probably spreading it around his bum even more. 

Severus gasped, swaying slightly. 

“Do you like this?”

“Y-Yes …”

She smirked, satisfied to hear him stutter slightly. She didn’t accomplish that often with Severus being as composed and controlled as he was. 

But he seemed like he could do with a little support and so she grasped his hips and turned them both around until he was facing his desk. “Lean forward,” she ordered and he did. Luckily, he kept his desk neat and clean. There was only a jar of ink, half embedded into the tabletop, and a quill on the left side, plus a stack of papers on the right. And, naturally, his wand in the centre where she left it earlier. But the rest of the wide tabletop was clear, the dark and shiny wood practically enticing them to use it as nobody ever intended it to be used.

Severus put his forearms on the table and stuck his buttock out to her, his legs parted. Contrary to hers, the insides of his legs were dry and clean since he’d been sitting on the bench when he’d relieved himself, allowing the fabric to slightly tremble now. “Are you cold, love?”

“No!” he huffed.

“Good.” She smirked and returned her hand to where it had been before, squishing his piss-softened shit against his arse, then his balls, and eventually the hard bulge of his cock. 

“Bloody hell,” he whimpered, almost buckling from what she was doing. 

“We’re onto something,” she assessed, her own breathing quickening from seeing him being so horny all over again.

But then he groaned and clamped his legs shut, straightening up all of a sudden. His muttered, “Fuck!” was accompanied by another gurgle of his stomach.

“Hmm, time to get you out of your clothes.”

He huffed but didn’t object. Instead, he slipped out of his shoes and while Hermione opened his buckle, he began unbuttoning his shirt. That was what he pulled off first. Then he stood panting, facing Hermione and watching her while she literally unpacked him like a Christmas gift. Carefully she peeled his fly open, biting her lip when she spotted his soaked and messy briefs. Then she pulled the trousers down his legs, inhaling the stench they were holding while she crouched down to help him out of them. And when she stood back up to peel the last layer of filthy fabric from his pale skin, Severus put two fingers under her chin and tilted her face up until she met his eyes. 

For a second, she thought he would say something. But then he didn’t. The corner of his mouth just twitched before he leaned down and kissed her again, a greedy way of a thank you mixed with the reek of piss and shit. 

He moaned gutturally when she didn’t hesitate to stumble against him, her body suddenly flush against his dirty front and totally unbothered by that. 

When his stomach cramped again, he grasped the edge of the tabletop and leaned his forehead against hers. “Go on, I can’t hold it for much longer.”

“Okay.” Yet she pecked his lips once again before returning to the task at hand. 

Turning Severus back to face the desk, she slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of his briefs. His sitting down after shitting himself and her squishing around the mess just now had caused it to spread over the upper part of his thighs. A dark brown mass that had dried a bit and settled into the creases of his skin. And when she pulled his briefs down over his perfectly round arse, a semi-solid mass of shit stuck to the crotch, forming just as perfect an imprint of his creak as hers had on the chair in his classroom. It flattened in the front, though, smushed by his balls and his cock. 

“Beautiful,” she heard herself mumble, only gaining a slightly distressed snort from Severus. 

He spread his legs wider to help her pull off the pants and she noticed him glancing at them when she stood up, thought she heard him bite back a gasp. 

“Oh God,” he mumbled and put his forearms back on the tabletop, tightly clamping his bumcheeks together.

“Let it out, love,” she allured him.

“Not … yet,” he breathed and lowered his head, followed by a drawn-out wail.

Oh, so we’re playing games. Well, then … 

She stepped a bit closer and put her hands on his filthy bumcheeks, eliciting a surprised gasp from Severus. 

“What are you doing?”

“Playing with my present,” she cooed and used her thumbs to scoop some poo from closer to his crack only to spread it over his buttock. It was warm from sticking to his body, soft, mushy, some harder bits mixed in, deliciously filthy. She moaned.

And Severus gasped a, “Fuck!”

“Something wrong, love?”

“You’re killing me but apart from that …”

She chuckled. Then she parted his cheeks, revealing his strained and shit-caked hole. It was working hard to withhold what was pressing against its other side. “How does it feel?” she asked, sounding a bit breathless because seeing him fight his body’s urges was unexpectedly sexy, stoking a smouldering fire deep inside her core that flared up like a hungry beast spotting prey. 

“Painful,” he gasped, “but good … Oh God, it feels so good …”

Angling her head, she put her fingertip against his anus and circled it, just as she had done back when he’d been constipated.

He cursed under his breath, short of sinking his fingernails into the tabletop when his legs almost gave way. 

“May I proceed?” she asked, sounding more composed than she actually felt. But somehow, this was shifting from them pleasuring each other to her pleasuring him. She would give him the best bloody orgasm and after that, there would still be enough time for her own release. She could wait.

Eventually, he hummed in agreement, even though there was a slight uncertainty causing his hum to vibrate like a caged butterfly.

Still, she carefully slipped her fingertip through his muscle ring – and closed her eyes when it sank straight into some soft poo. “Oh God,” she muttered, rubbing her legs against each other despite her own resolve, regretting that she hadn’t stripped more as well.

Suddenly the pressure against her finger increased, Hermione had to actively push against the intense urge of Severus’ body and -

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck – ughhh!”

His body won. 

Her finger slipped out of his arse and with it, a long soft turd of shit, mixed with some tiny farts that were popping out. It curled into an almost perfect cartoon pile of poo on the floor between Severus’ feet. A fresh wave of putrid stench rose, warm and sticky, and Hermione briefly held her breath to give herself a moment to get used to it. 

“Oh God …” Severus whimpered, relaxing considerably. 

But she gave him no break. “You did so well,” she cooed and slipped her soiled finger back between his cheeks to carefully indulge his strained hole. Severus’ legs were trembling at that point and he was leaning heavily on his desk, his head buried between his arms, his moans and sighs reverberating from the smooth surface. Her free hand on his bum was also stabilising him a bit while her finger caused him to sway a bit with each of her circles. “Are you done, love?” she asked after about a minute or two.

“Don’t think so,” he breathed.

“Do you want to proceed or do you feel too unwell?”

He snorted, then he actually lifted his head and glanced around at her. “I’m hard as a fucking broom, Hermione! As long as you’re still in, I’m still in.”

She grinned. “That’s what I hoped.” Holding her soiled hands in the air like a surgeon on his way to the operating table, she stepped around him to help herself to the snog her mouth was screaming for. And Severus did not disappoint. He tangled his hand into her hair and did with his tongue what she’d just done with her finger, eliciting a series of moans and gasps from her.

Then he winced. “Mhh, fuck …”

Round number two, she thought and parted his cheeks to give herself another kick by watching what was happening. 

He groaned, deeply and drawn out, curling around the pain building in his stomach, and this time, he actively supported his body in dispelling what was bugging him so much. He bore down hard and because Hermione wasn’t exactly keen on being sprayed with what probably would be not solid anymore, she stepped aside.

But Severus once again proved to be a master of control because the moment before the shit could explode from his hole, he exhaled and stopped pushing altogether, reducing the stream of mushy poo to a thick rivulet that pattered to the ground and ran down his legs.

Hermione moaned, her lust peaking and causing her fanny to release what felt like a huge blob of juices into her knickers. 

And then she did something she never expected herself to do, not in a million years: She reached her hands into the stream of his poo, cupped them, and collected it. “Oh fuck,” she mumbled, it sounded like a whine.

“What?” he gasped.

“It’s … it’s running over my hands …”

“It … what?” He straightened up and turned around, granting Hermione to see two things: His arching eyebrows and his hard cock that was twitching so heavily at her sight, that she thought Severus might come on the spot. But he didn’t. Instead, he mumbled a hearty, “Bloody hell,” and chuckled. “You’ve come a long way from the moment in the forest.”

“Guess I did.” She smiled blearily and opened her hands a crack to let the poo drain. Left behind was a stinky layer of warm poo that felt velvety on her fingers in the strangest way possible. “Fancy a handjob?” she asked cheekily.

But her cheek vanished when she noticed the earnest longing in Severus’ black eyes and saw him gulp. “Yes,” he rasped.

Hermione took a shuddering breath and stepped closer until she could kiss him again, carefully keeping her soiled hands from him. Holding them up, though, caused some of his shit to leak down her naked arms and she wasn’t sure what to think about that. But every thought about it vanished when Severus grasped her face firmly and kissed her in a way that went straight into her core, causing another peak of lust that she moaned into his mouth.

The next moment, Severus’ fingers were between her legs, firmly rubbing her through the fabric of her slowly drying jeans. “Get me out of it,” she pleaded.

He nodded and tore her fly open before he yanked down the tight fabric. Her knickers went straight down as well, too entangled with the jeans, and while Severus fought with the trousers, deeply inhaling the scent of her mingled piss and lust, she slipped out of her wet knickers and kicked them aside before she stepped onto the jeans, pulling it down mercilessly.

Eventually, they’d freed her from her clothes and Severus was standing back up, gulping with a hint of disbelief mirroring in his black eyes. “I never thought I would do something like this with anybody,” he mumbled.

“Me neither.” She smiled unsteadily; it only solidified when he reciprocated it. “Spread your legs,” she then said gently and stepped closer until his hip was facing her belly. Then she took his cock into her left hand and sneaked her right back to his anus. He gasped when he realised what she was planning to do, twisting his face in anticipation of pleasure and putting his hands back onto the tabletop. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. 

She smirked. “Ready to get shattered?”

He huffed but nodded and even though this was a bit awkward of a position, Hermione indeed managed to slip her finger back into his arse while she slowly began pumping his cock, completely covering it in his own shit and misusing it as lube.

He began rocking against her movements, either shoving his cock into her hand or her finger deeper up his arse, and they eventually found their rhythm, moaning in unison, Hermione a bit louder when some more mushy poo seeped out around her finger to drip onto the ground, some embedded farts bubbling against her hand.

“Sorry.”

“Never mind.”

And so they were rocking and rubbing and shoving and slipping their way to his climax, a tangled mess of dirty bodies surrounded by faeces and a stench that was abhorrent, to say the least, but didn’t bother her at all anymore, sharing a song of lust and need and desire, probably creating a bond that nothing would ever be able to sever. No matter what would happen, whether their ways would stay entangled or due to some unimaginable reasons part at one point, they would always be connected through the things they’d done with each other. Through the vulnerability they decided to share, the abyss of their kinks they faced together, and the intensity with which they lately succeeded in making each other come. 

As she did now as well. Severus almost collapsed from the might of lust that wrecked his body, crashing into him like the fucking Hogwarts-Express for the second time today. Hermione caught the come spurting from the tip of his swollen cock and smeared it across his length, dragging out his high for some seconds longer.

Really, she’d never seen him as vulnerable as now, when he - still twitching from his high - blearily met her eyes and seemed short of sobbing. Whatever was about to happen, looking into Severus’ eyes she would always remember this moment.

And so there was a tear slipping down her cheek when he eventually lowered his gaze to recompose himself. 

“Fuck,” he panted, almost collapsing onto his desk.

She smiled. “Good?”

“Bloody amazing.”

“Good.”

Then he blinked and a worried expression caused him to sit up. “What’s wrong?” he asked, brushing the tear from her cheek.

“Nothing. This just felt …”

He nodded slowly. “I know what you mean.” Leaning in, he kissed her, gently and so full of love that she almost began crying again.

But Severus’ gasp, followed by another spurt of poo leaving his backside gave that moment an unexpected twist. “Circe …”

Hermione burst into a laugh, luckily causing Severus to chime in. “You don’t get scrambled eggs anytime soon again!” she wheezed.

“I’d better not.” He snatched his wand. “Fancy a clean-up?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “but only for the floor. You I will wash with my own two filthy hands and then I want your two filthy hands to give me the best bloody orgasm ever. Into the shower we go!”

He clicked his tongue. “I think I rather love Quidditch Saturdays …”

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It was almost two weeks until Hermione felt ready to indulge in their particular little games again. Not because she was regretting anything she’d done after the Quidditch match; it had been thrilling, doing those things she’d never thought herself capable of, seeing the effect she had on Severus, feeling even more intimately connected with him than before … And well, the way he’d taken extra care of her afterward had been glorious as well. He had meticulously washed her and himself under the warm spray of his shower before leading her into the bedroom and giving her everything she asked for. Even the tender cuddles she’d needed and the reassurance that he’d relished every single minute of what she’d done with him. She could still feel the tingle of his whispered You’re more than I ever dared dream of and I love you and I will always love you on her skin. 

Yet she’d needed some time to digest that afternoon and either Severus had felt the same or he’d just understood her non-verbal signs because he didn’t even try to initiate anything out of the ordinary.

Oh, they did have sex! Whenever they had enough energy left after their classes, that was. Gentle, tender, intimate sex that left her trembling with love for this man and seeking his embrace and closeness, drinking in his incomparable scent and precious moans. 

She didn’t think it possible but she might have fallen in love with him all over again, head over heels like the first time round but thankfully less unsettled about it. 

And now, sitting at the high table and overseeing the sea of students, she was buzzing at least as much as they did, though not with excitement about the approaching Christmas hols but with her need to poo. If anybody had looked at her now they probably would have been able to see a slight distress tinting her carefree mask. 

She leaned closer to Severus, desperately clenching her bumhole to avoid any accident, and asked, “You done?”

His eyebrows arched; he'd spent too much time reading other people to not notice the distress she was trying to hide from anybody else. “Sure,” he warily, “why?”

Hermione grinned sheepishly and earned herself a huff of amusement. He knew her too well already. “Let’s go!”

She restrained herself from grabbing Severus’ hand while they crossed the Great Hall, she a bit faster and more awkward than he, because she knew that he disliked such an open display of affection even though it was no secret they were a couple. But as soon as the huge doors had fallen shut behind them, she followed her urge to touch him and sped up her steps.

“Is it that urgent?” he chuckled.

“You have no idea …” Gnawing on her lower lip she silently admonished her bowels to hang on for two more minutes. That was all they’d needed to reach his quarters. Just two minutes!

But her bowels wouldn’t have that. Two minutes were about ninety seconds too many. 

So she pulled aside a tapestry and pressed her hand against what looked like solid stone but was in fact a secret passage for the staff. There were several of those scattered across the castle and when new teachers were coined onto the castle’s wards, they gained access to those passages.

Today, however, this passage would be more than a fast way to get from the dungeons to the third floor. Today it would be the place she would lose control over her bowels. And that the few minutes of stalling in the Great Hall and their way down here had been enough to make her fanny soak through her knickers was a testament to how long they hadn’t done anything like this. 

“I won’t – mh! – make it to your quarters so this has to do,” she panted and whirled around to Severus to kiss him greedily while she crossed her legs and buckled slightly from the intense need that twisted her bowels and tested the steadfastness of her anus. “How do you want it? Quick!”

He laughed throatily but the sparse light of some hastily igniting scorches couldn’t hide his hooded gaze. “I want to watch you soil your knickers,” he mumbled and briefly ravaged her mouth. 

“Thank Merlin!” she breathed because that meant she wouldn’t have to pull her tights down. It was nylon tights, she would doubtlessly have ruined them trying to get them down as quickly as necessary. But now she only turned around, flapped up her skirt, and presented Severus with her backside while she was seeking support on the rough stone wall.

He moaned. “Are those lace panties for me?”

“Always,” she replied but her answer seamlessly blended into an intense groan when her body was finally allowed to do what it had been trying to do for about twenty minutes now. The massive turd of pliable poo forced itself through her strained hole and even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t have done anything to stop it. 

Luckily she did not want to stop it at all. Instead, she savoured the feeling of her massive load passing through her trembling bumhole. As she quieted, she could even hear the soft rustle of her poo filling her panties, then Severus gasped. He grabbed her hips while her poo bulged out the thin fabric and forced its way both down between her sopping folds and up her crack, causing her to gasp for air as well. What a strange feeling, having her poo slide along her lower lips …  

“Fuck,” she mumbled, pressing her blazing cheek against the cold stone, grateful for Severus holding on to her hips because her legs felt weak all of a sudden. 

And then she was done. Her bowels more relieved than they'd been for quite a while and against her backside the warm mass of her dump.

“Beautiful,” Severus mumbled and she felt him palm her bulge, wrestling another moan from her when the deformed turd rubbed against her entrance. Her fanny twitched. 

“Did it look good?”

“It looked amazing,” he rasped, “How does it feel?”

Hermione bit her lip and straightened up a bit. “Warm … heavy … filthy …” She added the last one because now the foul scent of her release tickled her nostrils. 

Severus uttered a throaty sound but when she attempted to turn around he stopped her and stepped closer. His mouth at her ear, he asked in a deep voice, “Are you in for a little game?” His voice sent shivers down her spine.

“What kind of game?” She had to return to class soon, as had Severus. There wasn’t much time to play and the secret passage probably wasn’t the best place to do it anyway. 

He gently rubbed his middle against the mass filling her pants, causing his voice to sound even more raspy when he explained, “You … will return to class, just as you are now, and I will too. But I will create a little mind bond between you and me. What you feel, I will feel, what you think, I will hear – and vice versa, naturally.”

Her heart began thumping wildly. “I’m listening …”

She could even feel him smirk. “And who comes first loses.”

She huffed a laugh and reached up to tangle her hand into his hair. “You’re willing to come in front of your sixth-year N.E.W.T. class?”

“Only if I fail to make you come first. It’s you carrying this … enticing little gift of your bowels around.”

“Mmh, and you will feel it as well. Do I have to remind you of what happened the other day on the Quidditch stand?”

He clicked his tongue. “I’m better prepared today.”

She faltered. Wait a minute … Then she turned around. “No Occlumency!”

He grinned. “Wouldn’t work with the mind bond anyway.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Is there anything you’re not telling me?”

He slowly shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers. “No catch, just a little game – if you’re willing to risk that students notice something.”

Ha! “It’s your students who will notice something, not mine so …”

“Bold statement.”

She nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders. 

“So you’re in?”

“I’m in – provided I’m allowed to work a little magic on the whole thing. I don’t want anybody to smell that I soiled my pants, nor do I want it to soak through my skirt.”

“Of course! I don’t want to humiliate you. Turn around!” She did and after Severus pulled up her skirt again, she heard him mutter some charms. “Ready to go,” he assessed, not without giving her poo another squish.

“Hey!”

“I needed to check if the charms work, don’t I?”

“As if!” She still pushed up to steal a kiss from Severus' lips – and used the chance to palm his bulge in return. He moaned, putting a hand against the wall behind her. Hermione tsked. “You’re already hard and still think you could win this, love?”

He smirked. “I will, simply because the loser will mark the other one's essays next week and I won’t do that!”

“We’re pushing our luck … But that’s fine by me! Won’t be my hours and hours of marking essays. I have some interesting books I can read instead.”

“We’ll see,” he decided to put an end to their bickering, mainly because they were running out of time. “Look at me,” he then said and Hermione did without a second thought. Severus didn’t use an incantation but she felt it when her mind connected to his. Do you hear me?

Loud and clear.

“Perfect. Then off you go!” Another kiss, another clap on her unconventionally padded back and he shoved her down the secret passage while he whirled around and returned to where they’d come from. She looked after him, fascinated by the feeling of his hard-on and especially of his hard-on chafing against his trousers, sensations like nothing she’d ever felt before. She moaned.

Why did we never do this during sex? she asked.

Because sex would be a matter of seconds if we did.

She laughed and got going, grimacing from the strange feeling of her poo moving against her skin.

She heard Severus curse under his breath.

You’re going to lose so hard, my love … 

Shut up!

Hermione couldn’t say that she particularly enjoyed the feeling of her cooling poo moving against her skin with every step she took. She felt horribly self-conscious when she left the secret passage. And even more so when she entered the classroom, resisting her urge to cancel this whole thing and just clean herself up. That her leaking fanny was loosening the whole mess up even further wasn’t helping either; she didn’t like the thought of her poo travelling up her vagina. 

But what she enjoyed tremendously was Severus’ reaction to her bodily sensations. 

The thoughts reaching her were a constant stream of suppressed moans and dirty little curses, giving the first ten minutes of class an interesting twist.

I might assign a homework or two more than planned, she teased him, squashing a telltale grin between her lips while her students watched her writing some runes on the blackboard. A nervous tingle crept up the back of her neck; what if they noticed something after all?

Severus’ answer snapped her out of her apprehension, though. Don’t you dare! he bellowed, both a thought and words spoken out loud, and Hermione wondered which student had just attempted to throw something into their cauldron that didn’t belong there. 

Poor thing, she mused.

He deserves it! Severus replied at once, Could have blown up the whole classroom, stupid dunderhead … 

She gave her bum an additional swing when she turned around to face the class again, causing Severus to curse again and Hermione to almost dissolve in a chuckle. 

Should have assigned them some chapters to read, Severus mused; he was having trouble hiding his hard-on underneath his cloak while supervising his students.

No cheating! she reminded him. If I am forced to go through this lesson trying to keep my three left brain cells together, so will you!

Three brain cells, eh?

At best. To demonstrate to him what she was dealing with, she tentatively leaned against the edge of her desk, causing her poo to squish and bulge up further, almost spilling out the waistband of her knickers.

Minx! Severus panted, seeking support either at a wall or one of the stone pillars in his classroom; she could feel the rough cool texture underneath his fingertips – and some pre-cum leak into his briefs.

I will win this, she promised him again, allowing herself a little smirk that served a dual purpose as it visibly unsettled Mr Wiggins who was trying to piece together an answer to the question she’d asked him; he was obviously clueless. 

That he wouldn’t be able to answer her question Hermione did expect. What came as a surprise for her, though, was the sudden sensation of a squeezed hard-on that rocked her so much that her hand slipped off the edge of her desk and she almost lost her balance.

What the hell?! she shouted at Severus and earned herself a mental chuckle in response.

Think again about who will win this, he drawled.

Be careful they don’t see you palm your bulge in class or we will both lose!

Nobody saw me, he retorted, I fled into the storage room for a moment.

Unfair! she shot back, I don’t have a storage room!

Not my fault.

Blinking, Hermione forced herself to refocus on her students, noticing that she’d missed most of the things Miss Hannigan had said to rescue the lousy attempt of an answer Mr Wiggins had given. But the girl was clever and the last sentence and a half sounded about right so Hermione nodded and assigned five points to Hufflepuff. 

Did I just cut your brain cells in half? Severus quipped amused. 

Oh, just you wait! She circled her desk and pulled the chair out to sit down.

NO!

YES! 

But Severus wasn’t the only one of them struggling to hide what the sensation of her soft poo squishing around her bum, spreading even more over her cheeks, and even leaking out the sides a bit was doing to their bodies. Hermione grimaced initially, but then she felt Severus’ cock twitch in his trousers, chafing against the tight fabric even more and leaking a huge blob of pre-cum into his briefs, and oh boy, did her fanny like that!

She stifled a moan by biting down on her tongue so hard that she expected to taste blood but no. Instead, she failed to keep her eyes open.

“Are you all right, Professor Granger?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, tearing her eyes back open and smiling strainedly, “I just … bumped my knee, it’s nothing.” And to distract them even more from what she was actually going through, she added another question and put her chin in her hand, focussing on her task at hand.

She succeeded until – seconds later – Severus finally recovered from what she’d done. Fuck, he whimpered and if she hadn’t known better, she’d assumed he’d just come. But she would have felt that. 

Unless … 

You didn’t just use some Occlumency, did you?

No, he replied faintly, but I wish I had. He showed her what he was probably seeing just then: A whole class of N.E.W.T. students watching him with different stages of horror.

What did you do? she chuckled.

Doubled over to hide what you’ve been doing to me! They might think I’m possessed … 

Oh, she thought back, so it won’t be me being interrogated by Minerva this time? Neat!

Just you wait … 

Hermione used something funny Miss Vaughan had said to let out a bit of her own amusement before she focussed back on her teaching, at least for a while. And because she succeeded in that, she realised too late what she was doing to Severus when she leaned back in her chair. Actually, she only realised when the feeling of her poo being smooshed around again made her flinch. 

I’m sorry!

No, you’re not, he grouched, but you’re lucky, I sat down as well now. There’s nothing much they could dangerously butch up anymore at this point, so … The feeling of his rock-hard cock being squeezed flooded her mind again.

Bloody tease! Hermione thought, stiffening from the sudden wave of arousal that swept through her mind and body.

Revenge is sweet and I won’t be marking Runes essays the whole next week!

We’ll see, she shot back. She’d wager that she had an easier time keeping her arousal at bay than Severus, especially given the fact that he had to palm himself to get to her while she … only had to shift in her seat. 

She hid a malicious grin behind her hands before she quickly assigned her students a more challenging task to solve for the last ten minutes of class to write down and hand in when they were done, allowing them to leave earlier if they managed to. And then she looked down at a piece of parchment on her desk, only to create the impression that she was busy with something appropriate while she – completely inappropriately – tried to make Severus come.

Ah, fuck! he hissed when she tilted her pelvis so that some of her poo actually squeezed up her vagina and lapped at her clit, causing her to shiver. You’re adamant to embarrass me, huh?

This was your idea, my love, she reminded him, smiling kindly at the first student submitting their assigned task and leaving the classroom, and you decided on the stakes. I won’t mark your essays! She shifted again, prompting him to grip himself even harder, both because he wanted to tease her back and because he wanted that bloody friction.

Oh God …

Hermione grinned and looked at the clock. Five more minutes, darling, will you make it?

I have to … I can’t – He groaned because she clenched her inner muscles around the mass of poo. I can’t come in bloody class!

Oh, but you will! And since her time to win this game was running out (a couple more students had already given her their assignments and had left), Hermione summoned some saucy images to go with her tentative shifting and squirming, images of their previous encounters, of her hand wrapped around his hard cock, her pissing over his hand, her squirting from how bloody amazingly he’d fingered her.

There was a moment of Severus trying to pay her back in kind but his restraint was waning rapidly and just when the bell rang, announcing the end of the lesson, she succeeded in pushing him a tad bit too far.

Hermione gasped, clawing her hands into the parchment lying before her when his peaking lust echoed through her mind, as did the sensation of his hot seed shooting out of him, pooling in his briefs and around the sensitive tip of his cock. She tried to stop it but in vain. She came as well, shuddering from the intensity of her climax, and when a gush of her juices leaked into her knickers, she heard Severus curse under his breath even harder than he had before.

When Hermione blinked, the classroom before her was empty and she couldn’t say when the last student had left. Bugger, she thought, maybe Minerva will interrogate me after all …

That … is within the bounds of possibility, Severus agreed somewhat sobered. 

There was a minute of silence between them until …

Secret passage?

Thought you’d never ask, he muttered and they both bolted up from their seats.

Oh, by the way, Hermione said when she slipped out of her classroom and headed for the secret passage.

Severus grunted.

You lose.

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It was past ten when Hermione stepped into the Entrance Hall, stopping to clean herself of snowflakes and her boots from mud. Australia has been nicer, she thought, shivering despite the warming charm she’d put on her cloak before returning to Scotland. 

“Argus will thank you for keeping the floor shoe print free.”

Hermione turned to the headmistress. “And here I am, only trying to cover my tracks,” she quipped.

Minerva smiled. “I think there’s no need for you to cover any tracks, Hermione. You and Severus are both grown adults. I’m actually surprised you haven’t moved in together yet. You do know that the castle would gladly connect your quarters?”

She couldn’t help but blush. “Um, yes, I assumed as much. But I think it’s wiser to let him bring up that topic.”

Minerva clicked her tongue. “That might be a wise decision indeed. But say, how was your weekend?”

“Oh, it was beautiful! The hotel my parents celebrated was a dream, with full-size beds even in the single rooms, a huge breakfast buffet, and a spa area to die for.” She sighed.

“Well, maybe I could ask the castle to think about a spa for the teachers.”

“I’m afraid nobody would work anymore if you did.”

“Good point. Well, I don’t want to keep you, Hermione, it’s late and I’m sure Severus will be happy that you’re back.” She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows.

Hermione chuckled. “That bad?”

“Let’s just say, the students are glad it was a weekend.”

A warm buzz spread in her stomach. “Then I won’t let him wait any longer,” she said and with a goodnight to the headmistress, she turned to the dungeon hall. 

She couldn’t deny the tiny spring in her steps knowing that he’d missed her enough for the other residents of the castle to notice (and be annoyed about). A spring to her steps and a broad grin on her face. 

But to be fair, she’d missed him as well. It had been such a long time since she’d last slept alone that she’d hardly found any sleep at all the last two nights. She wished he could have accompanied her to her parents’ thirtieth wedding anniversary but unfortunately, as Head of House, he couldn’t leave the castle for a whole weekend. 

Luckily, she knew that not a single Slytherin would stay in the castle over the Christmas hols because she wouldn’t face her relatives’ questions alone ever again!

Approaching the door of Severus’ office, she looked around as if she were still a schoolgirl sneaking into her teacher’s quarters, smiling from the buzz of excitement that thought caused her. She’d love to do a little roleplay here and there, her old uniform still fit. Granted, the skirt was a bit shorter now, but apart from that … Alas, he’d refused steadfastly when she’d suggested it to him. “It took me the better part of a year to not think of you as a student anymore, that’s a spirit I won’t cite ever again!” he’d said, and thinking about it that way, she couldn’t blame him. 

So she pushed that notion away and let his wards recognise her before she entered his office. It was dark and cold and she drew her wand to light her way into his private quarters, happy to see that he at least didn’t seem to spend his time alone to work through the night. 

Leaving her bag on the floor and her cloak on the coat rack, she stepped into the living room, only to find it as dark as the office. But there was light seeping in from under the bedroom door and Hermione bit her lip sneaking closer. Was he reading in bed? 

A muffled moan dispelled that thought. 

My, my, she chuckled and although there was a good chance his wards had already made him aware of her entering his quarters, she silently crept closer to try and see what exactly he was doing that caused him such pleasure. Maybe I can take some notes … 

Lucky for her, the door was only leant and so she carefully pushed it open a tiny bit wider until she could peek into the bedroom. 

Only to have to bite her tongue hard to keep herself from moaning as well. 

When Severus had asked her to peg him a couple of months ago and said that he usually affixed his dildo to the bedpost and got on his knees to fuck himself with it, she’d thought he’d only said it to tease her and make her lose her composure. But as it seemed, he’d been serious because that was exactly what he was doing right now. 

Oh god … 

Curling one hand around the doorframe, Hermione drank in the sight of him. The position of the bed in the room made it so that she was half in his back, giving her both a perfect view of the whole right side of his body and of the dildo sliding in and out of his stretched hole. He was supporting himself on his forearms, the dildo positioned in just the right spot to allow him to rock back and forth vigorously, causing his cock to bounce between his legs. She craned her neck trying to see the floor underneath him, absolutely positive she would find a good amount of pre-cum there, but unfortunately, she couldn’t see it from her point of view. Still, her fanny pulsed excitedly watching him.

And hearing him!

She’d known he had a thing for anal stimulation but oh boy, did he love this! His moaning and grunting were making her heart beat faster and her core leaked her arousal into her knickers. She had to press her lips together firmly to keep herself from uttering any kind of sound. She couldn’t do anything to quiet her laboured breathing, though, because the second she opened her mouth she would moan!

Severus cried out in pleasure, urging the dildo as deep as possible into his backside, and Hermione thought she would come untouched from that alone but no. It was just an intense ripple of lust coalescing in her middle. Her inner muscles twitched frantically.

Severus stopped for a moment, the toy buried to the hilt inside of him, letting his head hang panting. Then he groaned and pulled away so the dildo slipped out of him completely, leaving his anus gape open wide, and pushed.

Oh fuck … 

Hermione had a hard time keeping herself from cramming her hand into her trousers to make herself come when she watched a huge turd of shit virtually burst from Severus’ arse, causing him to tear his mouth open and cry out his lust again. It was beautiful, both the massive log covered in lube, glistening in the dim light, and Severus’ face when he almost came from shitting on the floor after fucking himself against his bedpost. 

Almost … Just like Hermione. 

Her legs threatened to give way underneath her and she leaned hard against the doorframe, each of Severus’ pants causing her to wince from a bout of lust. 

Then he took the dildo back up his arse and proceeded to fuck himself, glancing along the floor to look at the turd he’d just released – and making eye contact with her. He smirked, she smirked back, slowly tracing her tongue along her lower lip.

He moaned, closing his eyes to get lost in his fucking himself again, and since her presence wasn’t a secret anymore anyway, Hermione slipped into the bedroom and took off her constricting clothes. Her fanny demanded fresh air, as did her hard nipples. 

But she didn’t approach Severus. Instead, she stayed close to the door and sat down cross-legged, leaning her back against the wall and taking in his carnal way of pleasuring himself and the waft of poo odour that reached her now. One hand massaging her boobs, her other sneaked between her legs, she could see a huge drop of pre-cum fall to the floor that was indeed speckled with so many more already when Severus opened his eyes back up. 

So good … 

Leaning her head back, she languidly circled her clit and twirled her nipples, allowing her lust to rise slowly like the tide, sneaking in on her to eventually drown her nonetheless. 

It only was when Severus pulled off the dildo again to release some more shit, slender and smooth and perfect, that she came undone, crying out softly when she found that she could surf the waves instead of drowning in them. 

She was sure she’d leaked her lust onto the floor just as Severus had, although she found that he hadn’t come yet. 

And instead of bringing himself to climax, he looked around at her. “Have fun?” he asked hoarsely.

“Hell yes,” she mumbled, smiling blearily at him.

“And now what? Want to try this as well?”

Did she? Pursing her lips, she contemplated his suggestion. “No,” she eventually decided, “I’d rather you fuck me until I crap.”

He chuckled a dark laugh and sat up. “It would be my pleasure.” 

But his new position caused her eyes to twitch to his cock, rearing up between his legs. “Another time,” she said and moved to crawl over to him, “Because now, all I want is to suck you off over your shit until you spurt down my throat.”

His cock gave a twitch at her words. “Miss Granger …” he said in a dark baritone.

She smirked up at him. “Like some student-teacher roleplay after all, eh?”

“Watch your tongue!” he hissed and tangled his hand into her hair, first gently, then guiding her to take him into her mouth. “Or I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

“Please, sir,” she breathed and closed her mouth around his shaft to make him shut up and let her have her little moment of feeling like a misbehaving student again. 

She moaned when his salty, tangy taste exploded on her tongue and mingled with the reek radiating from the pile of shit lying between his legs. She was in a bit of an awkward position with Severus still on his knees, having to lean down on her forearms and crane her neck uncomfortably. But he was so close to coming already that she didn’t mind; this wouldn’t take long.

Her eyes watered when she took him in as deeply as possible, almost causing her gag reflex to kick in, then she pulled back and moaned, just because she knew how much he loved the vibrations of her voice on his cock.

“Fuck, Hermione,” he muttered, followed by a promising hiss when he reached his free hand back to hold onto the bed. He began rocking his hips back and forth again and while she at first thought he was just fucking her mouth, she quickly noticed that it also served to slide his arse and balls along the shit-caked dildo that was still affixed to the bedpost. 

A fact that made her fanny drool some more lust down her legs instantly.

Reducing her own movements, she let Severus find his perfect pace, his rock-hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth, causing drool to seep down her chin and drop to the floor where it mingled with his pre-cum. 

And then his moaning intensified, as did his thrusts. They got faster, shorter, harder, and she could tell exactly the second before he toppled over the edge because his hips stuttered, then stiffened and his grip on her hair became so hard it almost hurt. Then his come shot into her mouth, so much, so hot, filled it faster than she could swallow, and eventually dripped down her chin as well. 

When he let go of her hair, Hermione released his cock with a plop and sank back on her legs, brushing his come and her drool from her chin while she took in the sight of Severus, trembling and absolutely wasted from the intensity of his orgasm. The dildo was still supporting his slowly softening cock, a dark-green tip of silicone peeking out from underneath his balls. And between his knees, an almost picture-perfect pile of shit, a sight that made her shudder from another wave of lust. 

A notion that didn’t slip Severus for he huffed softly. “Lean back,” he ordered and she did without asking any questions, spreading her legs to invite him in. He moaned when he caught sight of her sopping wet folds. “Been drooling over my shit, huh?” he asked and leaned his head down to taste her.

“Yes,” she yelped because his hot tongue on her clit was almost too much to bear. “I lo-ove watching you, so, so much, it’s so hot … ahh!”

This time, he hummed against her flesh, causing her legs to twitch erratically. 

“Gods, I missed you,” she whined, grasping his hair as he had hers, urging his head a bit deeper between her legs, “I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t – oh god, yes! – couldn’t come, I – ah, Severus!” She arched her back when he penetrated her with his tongue, scooping her juices out of her. “And they kept asking me all kinds of … mhh! Kinds of questions … fuck!”

He’d returned his tongue to her clit and pushed two fingers into her slick tunnel instead, bending them to massage her inner wall to make her squirt. 

“Yes,” she yelped, “exactly there! Severus, oh god!” Throwing her head back, she had difficulty keeping herself on her forearms. But she wanted to watch him, wanted to see his nose dive into her dark curls and hear him inhale her scent while he fucked her with his fingers. 

Luckily, she didn’t have to persevere for much longer. His combined efforts and another low hum against her flesh pushed her over the edge again and Hermione came undone with a cry, releasing her female cum over his fingers and into his waiting mouth. 

She slumped down on the floor when her high subsided, spent and utterly exhausted. She only blinked when Severus crawled up to her, his chin glistening from her juices and his hair tickling her stomach. “Welcome back,” he purred, his eyes twinkling with mirth. 

And Hermione chuckled before she pulled him down into a kiss.

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After cleaning themselves, the floor, and the dildo, Severus joined Hermione in bed, scooping her into his arms exactly the way she’d missed it the last two nights. “God, I’ll never be able to sleep without you ever again,” she mumbled and snuggled up to him as close as possible, inhaling his perfect scent.

“I had a hard time sleeping as well,” he said, and being pressed against him, she could hear his words rumble in his chest and feel them vibrate against her cheek. 

“I know,” she grinned, “I met Minerva when I returned and she told me you were a menace while I was away.”

“Did she now?”

Hermione chuckled. “She used other words but all in all … yes.”

“Maybe I should remind her what a menace I can be if I choose to.”

“I’m sure she knows,” Hermione whispered and leaned up to kiss him. Sliding her foot up and down his shin and sneaking her hand into his hair, she pulled him even closer, plundered his mouth as if she was about to swallow him alive, moaning against his lips, relishing his taste exploding on her tongue. She was sure it was still tinted with her juices. “And it feels very nice to know you’ve missed me,” she added when she finally let go of him

“I did,” he panted, “probably more than you missed me.”

“Impossible.”

He huffed a laugh. “So you didn’t exaggerate earlier?”

“I never exaggerate when I talk about my feelings for you.” She smiled when he cast down his eyes and if it hadn’t been so dim in the bedroom, she probably could have seen him blush as well. “So, how was your weekend?” she chose to change the topic, “Did you do anything else besides going on everybody's nerves?”

He grumbled under his breath, seeming slightly miffed by her choice of words.

But then he quieted and there was a different kind of frown digging a crease between his eyebrows. 

“What’s it, Severus?” she asked, pulling back a bit to be able to look him in the eyes. 

Only that he wasn’t looking at her. 

Strange … But being with him for almost a year now, she knew that it wouldn’t do to pressure him. Instead, she traced her fingers along his face, finding comfort in the way he turned his face toward them. So, whatever was worrying him, it wasn’t about their relationship or his feelings for her. 

After some moments of silence, he seemed to have mustered enough strength and glanced at her, grimacing slightly. “There’s something I … need to talk about.”

“Okay. What is it? My insufferable habit of leaving my clothes lying around everywhere?”

He huffed. “No. Although it is insufferable.”

“I know …” she sighed. “I’ll try to be more mindful. Actually, I’ve left my trousers lying at the door when I -”

“Don’t you dare,” he grumbled when she attempted to get out of bed and pulled her close again.

Hermione snickered. “Well, if it isn’t my bad habits what is it then?”

He exhaled slowly and his warm breath brushing along her cheek gave her goosebumps. “Another kink of mine,” he eventually said, trying to let his voice sound as firm as always but she could hear the faint tremble at the end.

“Ohh, we’re getting steamy,” Hermione grinned, trying to light up the mood – and failing spectacularly. He just scowled at her. Sighing, she cupped his face. “No judgement, no pressure, remember? That’s what you said. And so far, I’ve enjoyed everything we’ve done. So whatever this is, as long as you don’t want me to vomit on you I’ll probably enjoy it as well.”

“No, that’s not it,” he said.

“Oh, good. Because I hate being sick.”

He hummed. Then he reached across her for his wand and a non-verbal spell later something behind her back clicked. “Bottommost drawer,” he said, meeting her eyes with a sudden composure that reeked of Occlumency.

What are you so nervous about, my love? 

But he wouldn’t tell her; he barely managed to show her. 

So Hermione turned around and leaned down to open the drawer. The one he’d sworn to never tell her about without an oath of secrecy, and her heart beat faster when she slowly pulled it open, expecting some kind of sex toy that was painfully reminiscent of a torture device – only to be confused when everything she saw was something white. “What is that?” she mumbled to herself and reached out to touch it.

Her fingers met a soft but sturdy fabric and when they slightly compressed it, she heard a crinkle that she instantly recognised. “Oh!” she exclaimed, withdrawing her hand in surprise before she turned back to Severus whose features had hardened even more. “Are those nappies?”

“Yes,” he said coolly.

She blinked, once, twice, thrice. “That figures.”

His Occlumency-hardened mask cracked. “What do you mean?”

Smiling, she sat up entirely now and leaned against the headboard. “Well, thinking back there were certain signs, right? I mean, you came really hard from messing your pants on the Quidditch stands …”

He pursed his lips.

“… and I had a ridiculously easy time winning our little game the other day.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Oh, come on Severus,” she smiled, cocking her head, “this is fine. I’m not shocked or appalled or whatever you think my reaction might be. I don’t think they’d be for me, I didn’t really enjoy the feeling of my messed knickers -”

“You came exceptionally hard as well though,” he cut in.

“Yes, because you came exceptionally hard!” she laughed. “Witnessing you come will always make me come hard, especially when I feel it as well.”

He harrumphed.

“But me not enjoying the feeling of messed knickers doesn’t mean that I can’t enjoy you indulging in that kink. Actually, it does turn me on thinking about you messing up a nappy in class while scowling at some clueless first-year …” She bit her lower lip, slightly squirming on the bed.

“Does it?” Severus almost whispered, trying to let it sound suggestive but failing as spectacularly as she had only minutes before.

“Yes.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank Merlin …”

Hermione took his wand from his hand and put it back on his bedstand before she straddled him and brushed his hair from his face. “I love you, Severus. I will never laugh at you or look down at you for something that brings you pleasure. I might draw a line at some point, though. Seeing you with a dummy might be a tad bit too much for me to stomach.”

He snorted a laugh. “I’m not into baby play, Hermione!”

“I assumed as much,” she grinned, “just wanted to talk this through completely.”

He rolled his eyes. “This has nothing to do with any sort of … age regression. I just like the feeling. I even tried to create a spell that mimics them but it doesn’t work, not reliably.” He scrunched up his nose.

“I see. Well, no need to reinvent the wheel if there’s a perfectly reliable solution at hand.”

He eyed her sceptically. “You really don’t mind me wearing those things?”

“No. On the contrary …” She took his hand and guided it between her thighs, right to her juice-covered folds.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his cock giving a twitch she could feel against her hand. 

“So, why don’t you tell me a bit more about how you discovered this particular kink?” she suggested, circling her core against his firm fingertips.

Severus gulped, slightly shifting underneath her. “After I … accidentally wet myself following that fateful Death Eater meeting,” he mumbled, visibly distracted by her movements and her unfettered attention, “I began using a charm to be sure I’d never … mh!” He grimaced when his fingers slid into her without him meaning to and Hermione echoed his tiny moan. 

“Yes?” she prompted him to go on while she was slowly riding his fingers.

“To be sure I’d never get into a situation like that again,” he mumbled hurriedly as if to get the sentence out before his straying thoughts could muddle it up. “First only at meetings, but then … It just came in handy so I used it every day.” He pulled her closer to capture her lips with his, stealing a heated kiss from her while he tickled her G-spot again. At this point, she could feel his fully hardened cock against her thighs, enjoying the strangled sounds he uttered with every brush of her skin against his sensitive tip.

“So,” she panted when she succeeded in ending the kiss, “you regularly pissed yourself in class?”

“Yes,” he gasped.

“Ugh, that’s hot. Did you ever do it standing in front of me?”

He laughed throatily. “I don’t remember, possibly?”

“Fuck …” Her inner muscles twitched thinking about such a scenario, wringing another moan from Severus. Absolutely perfect … She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “As much as I love your fingers in me, I’d now rather have your cock up there. What do you think, my love?”

“Fuck, yes,” he mumbled and switched his fingers for his rock-hard member. He hissed, Hermione keened when he glided into her, filling her completely.

“Oh God, I missed this,” she whispered, clawing her fingers into Severus’ naked shoulders.

“I missed you.”

She blinked, slowly lifting her buttocks from his legs until he almost slid out of her completely before she let herself sink back down again. It felt as if his cock was made specifically for her fanny, and for some more languid thrusts, they just locked gazes, Severus’ hands on her hips, his swollen lips glistening. “What was next?” she eventually recollected herself, “You pissed yourself in class. Did you poo as well?”

“Sometimes,” he mumbled, his hands travelling around her hips to cup her bumcheeks, massage them and push her down harder on his cock. 

“And then?”

“And then,” he breathed, “nothing. I killed Dumbledore, became headmaster, had other things to worry about.”

“Mhh, I see,” she said, combing her fingers through his hair and clenching her muscles around him to shoo away those dark memories.

He hissed for an answer. “It took me a … couple of years after the war until I … was ready to get back to it.”

“And you began using that charm again?”

“Yes,” he moaned, lowering his eyes until they rested on her softly bobbing breasts, “but I quickly found that it wasn’t as exciting anymore. The charm – ahh, fuck! – just vanishes everything as soon as it leaves your body, you know?”

“No, but now I do,” she grinned and slightly sped up her movements; her thighs began burning, she didn’t know for how long she would be able to ride him like that.

“Always eager to learn, eh?” he mumbled and kissed her again, halfway meeting her now and moaning deeply. 

“Always. Then what?” she breathed against his lips.

He gasped, grimacing delicately. “Fuck, Hermione,” he muttered in a husky voice, “I'm so close …”

“So turned on from talking alone, my love?” she murmured, tucking his hair behind his ears.

“Yes,” he breathed, followed by a tiny cry when she clenched her muscles around him again.

“Then take what you need.”

He all but whimpered and gripped her hips hard enough she stilled so he could thrust up into her with more vigour. There was a sudden urgency in his doing, an endearing abashment she tried to take in as unadulterated as possible because it was such a rare moment of complete openness and vulnerability he didn't share with her all that often. She was surprised when he proceeded, his forehead wrinkled in a dire need to come, “Then – we – got – clo-ser – and – here – we – aaaare!”, thrusting into her with every word he said, and came on the last one, pulling her down hard onto his lap. 

Hermione shivered through his climax as well, not yet ready to come as well but enjoying his display of pleasure nonetheless. She could feel him spurt his cum into her, knowing that it would soon leak out around his softening cock, and looking forward to that sensation. 

When he’d calmed somewhat, she brushed a sweaty strand of hair from his face. “So you’ve never engaged in that kink so far?”

He blinked, swallowed. “No. I wanted to but then we got together and … I never dared to.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, “and did you try it this weekend?”

He grimaced. “I wanted to but …”

“What?”

He exhaled completely. “I was afraid I would enjoy it.”

“Well, I sure hope you do,” she mumbled and lifted her bum until his slick cock slid out of her, only to replace it with his hand again, “because it turns me on to no end thinking about you holding your piss until your – ah! – bladder just gives in and floods your nappy with an ungo-oodly amount of hot, searing piss that you will – oh God! – carry around for hours on end until I … fuck, you’re killing me,” she mumbled, rocking her hips against his fingers, shuddering from his firm thumb circling her clit.

“Until you what?” he purred.

She blinked, so close to coming herself now. “Until I unpack the mess you’ve made and look how often you’ve come without me, ooh God, harder, yes, ahh!” She threw her head back when her climax hit her as hard as a Bludger. Severus grunted underneath her, maybe from pain because her fingers were digging even deeper into his shoulders, maybe because he enjoyed the scene she’d painted as well. Whatever it was, it served to give her high another spike and she was sure she’d thoroughly messed up the bed with that one. 

Yet Severus smirked when she was slowly sinking back down onto his legs. “Who said I’d let you unpack anything?”

Panting she slumped against him, slinging her arms around his neck and burying her nose in his hair. “Nobody said,” she mumbled, “it’s just a fantasy I hope will come true.”

He pulled her up flush against his chest. It was one of the tightest embraces they’d ever shared. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“I love you,” she whispered back. 

“I love you too.”

After that, they didn’t talk that much anymore, just muttered some cleansing spells and slid underneath the duvet, knotting their limbs with each other as if to make good for the two nights they’d had to spend apart. And just when Hermione was dropping off, she heard him mumble, “Don't know what I did to deserve you …”

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Hermione groaned when Severus scrambled out of bed the next morning, causing him to huff and lean down to press a kiss to her forehead. “You have another half hour,” he murmured in a low voice, “enjoy it.” 

“How would I without you?” she grumbled back and pulled his pillow and the part of their duvet still holding his body heat closer to pile it up over her body while he left the bedroom with a smirk. 

Shortly after she heard the shower being turned on and sighed groggily. How was it Monday again? She wasn’t done with the weekend yet … 

Being the reckless Gryffindor she was, Hermione made the mistake of closing her eyes again, only to fall back asleep within minutes. She dreamt of Severus enveloping her in his arms and telling her that their orgasms were done baking and ready to be devoured. She was just about to dive into hers when a touch woke her. 

“Half hour’s up,” Severus said gently and arched his eyebrows at her.

“Damn …” She rubbed her itching eyes and blinked until she could see him clearly. “Oh, you’re already dressed?” she assessed and sat up.

“I am. I have my first class at half past eight and have to show up at breakfast.”

She glanced at the clock. “But it’s only seven!”

“I’m not done steeling myself for another work week yet.”

She laughed softly. “Well, I would help you but you decided to get dressed already …”

He clicked his tongue. “You’re thinking about getting ready for the weekend, not for a work day.” He leaned in, stopping an inch before her lips. “I’d never leave the bed if I gave myself to you now.” Then he kissed her and she took care to make it a kiss worthwhile.

Only when Severus moaned did she let him go. “I see … Well, did you at least put on one of those nappies so we can have a little fun during class today?”

He lowered his eyes. “No.”

“Pity,” she pouted and reluctantly pushed the duvet aside, gratefully taking the dressing gown Severus was giving her.

“Don’t you think it’d be a bit too much to start with that during class?”

She hunched her shoulders. “Would it? I mean, soiling myself in front of your class, teaching mine with messed knickers, and almost having students witness me come might have slightly clouded my judgement but wearing a nappy sounds rather tame honestly. Especially since I’m sure you put some nice charms on them hiding it from everybody.”

“I did indeed,” he murmured wavering.

She shrugged and pecked him on the lips again. “Think about it. I’ll go and take a shower.”

One ought to think Hermione was completely indifferent about what Severus would do. After all, it wouldn’t be her wearing a nappy; if she was lucky he would let her take part in that experience by linking their minds again but apart from that it was his business. 

But she wasn’t indifferent about it at all. 

She was actually so invested in that new kink of him that she had a hard time not pleasuring herself underneath the warm spray of water. A hint of Severus’ aftershave was still lingering in the warm humid air and her unruly mind kept sneaking back to the idea of him pissing into those nappies while he kept lecturing a class with a perfectly straight face.

Ugh, gods …

She wanted him to wear that nappy! She wanted it probably more than he did.

But Severus was not one to let himself be talked into anything, so all she could do was plant an idea.

She direly hoped it had taken root, though, as she towelled herself off and slipped back into her dressing gown, her still-damp hair lying heavily on her shoulders, before she left the bathroom. Looking around, she spotted Severus in his office, bent over his desk to quickly scribble something down. From what she could see he wore no nappy. His arse looked as well-shaped and tempting in his black trousers as always, inviting her to touch it.

Biting her lip, she tip-toed to him and laid her hands onto his shirt-covered back. He didn’t even flinch, doubtlessly having heard her long ago. “Well,” she cooed, brushing her hands around his torso and looping her arms around him from behind, “do we link our minds today or …”

He huffed. “If that’s your way of asking me if I put on one of those things …”

“It is,” she whispered.

He sighed and straightened back up before he turned around in her arms. There was a soft blush tinting his pale features and when he swallowed thickly on top of it, she knew the answer without him saying it out loud. That didn’t change the fact that an excited jolt shot into her core when he said, “I did.”

“Mh, that’s hot,” she mumbled. “May I touch it?” 

“You won’t feel much if I did my charm work right.”

“So?” she asked back and smirked when he nodded, blushing even harder.

Oh, that’s adorable … A notion she better never uttered out loud because it was a sure way to make him take the nappy off again at once. 

Biting her lip again, she reached between his legs, cupping his privates unabashedly – only that it felt different. “Mh, I feel that something’s off,” she said and winced when his eyes shot up, “not the nappy but … I should feel your cock and don’t.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “There’s only so much magic can do but I hope nobody but you will get the idea of groping me so it’s fine I guess.”

“It is.” She leaned up to kiss him and slowly began kneading his cock. Well, she hoped she did. It felt like she was kneading a stuffed animal.

“What are you doing?” Severus gasped, stumbling back against the edge of his desk and shoving some stuff further up the smooth surface.

“Making you come, I hope,” she grinned, “I want your first orgasm in a nappy to be from my hand.”

He moaned gutturally and twisted his face in pleasure. “Fuck,” he breathed and reached for her hips to stabilise himself.

“Am I doing it right?” she asked sweetly although by now she could feel something. The stuffed animal had developed a pretty impressive backbone.

“Yes,” he murmured, bucking into her touch before a soft whimper fell from his lips.

Lips she longed to kiss so Hermione tangled her free hand into his hair and leaned up to capture them, sliding her tongue over them and into his mouth when they parted underneath her caress. His breathing accelerated, soft puffs of need brushing against her face while she kept rubbing and kneading his cock through the thick layer of still-clean padding. 

“Mh, fuck, Hermione,” he muttered, pulling her closer and hiding his face in the crook of her neck, “I’m coming, I … I … ah!” He stiffened, his feet sliding a bit over the floor, and her fanny pulsed heavily while Severus trembled through his high, holding his breath and boring his fingers into her hips. It was the sweetest moment of bliss and she tried to draw it out for as long as possible by carefully rubbing her palm over his crotch until he finally breathed out a ragged breath against her neck. 

Beautiful.

They stayed standing for a minute longer, Severus panting slightly, until he raised his flushed face. 

“That was captivating,” she said and brushed his hair from his face before she kissed him again. 

He moaned softly, mumbling “Thank you” against her lips.

“My pleasure.”

He smirked. “Fancy some more?”

“God, yes,” she sighed and let him manoeuvrer her around until he could push her up onto the empty part of his tabletop. 

“Scoot up higher,” he ordered and she did. Then he put her naked feet against the edge and parted her legs to expose her leaking fanny. “So turned on by a man wearing nappies?” he teased, giving the last word a particularly derogatory tone.

“No,” she breathed, “but by you wearing a nappy and coming so hard against my hand.”

“I see,” he said in a deep baritone and circled her clit before he pushed two fingers inside her slick tunnel. “What exactly turns you on about it?”

She blinked, meeting his eyes. “That you will wear that cum-soiled nappy for the whole day,” she whispered, “that you will mix that cum I made you spill into the thick clean padding with your piss at some point, and then add more cum because I know how hard it will make you to piss yourself.” Her fanny twitched erratically while she talked, causing Severus’ eyes to glaze over from a new rush of lust and his red lips to part from the softest moan.

“Fuck, woman,” he breathed, “you’re killing me …”

“I do hope so,” she smirked. 

And then he did what she’d hoped he would do – he kneeled down in front of his desk and buried his face between her thighs. 

“Ah, Severus!” she keened when he licked through her wet folds and began fucking her slick tunnel, then he moved up higher and circled her clit with the soft slippery tip of his deft tongue. She bucked slightly, tangling her hand into his hair again and arching her back against the jolts of lust he was gifting her. “Yes, that’s it,” she mumbled, “right there, I’m so close, love … mh, yes …” He pushed his tongue flush against her clit, making her legs twitch ecstatically, then he hummed close to her wanton flesh and gave the sensitive spot right at the hood of her clit so much love that she could hardly bear the intense stimulus shooting through her nervous system. 

In the end, it was another circle around the whole of her nub that pushed her over the edge and turned her into a trembling puddle of a woman. She somewhat noticed that she pushed something off the desk but nothing was bothering her as little as that when her body exploded in a symphony of pleasure under his hands and his tongue. Her fingers closed around his hair, probably pulling on it to the point of pain, but his groan against her folds only intensified her orgasm. 

By the time she was coming down again, she was panting, her eyes closed and her weak legs still twitching occasionally. “That was …” she mumbled.

He chuckled and stood back up. “I know what you mean.”

She blinked, watching him pull a tissue from his trousers to wipe her juices from his face. “Did you come again?” she asked.

“No. But it wouldn’t have taken me much more …”

She grinned. “Want me to rub you off again?”

“Heaven forbid!” he huffed. “There’s not enough time left for me to recover from another orgasm. Poppy would force me to take some Pepper-Up thinking I’m running a fever.” Neatly folding the tissue back up, he put it back into his pocket.

“Mhh, you’re taking something from me with you as well I see,” she smirked and took his hand to sit back up. 

“I’m a greedy man,” he replied and kissed her. Against her lips, he then murmured, “It’s bad enough I will have to clean the delicious traces you’re leaving on my desk.”

“I will gladly leave new ones anytime you desire.”

“I bet you will,” he snorted and pecked her lips again. “Off with you now! I have to bring my hair back in order and show up at breakfast hard as a pole and wearing a bloody nappy on top of it, all because of you!”

“Aww,” she chuckled, “don’t act like you’d hate it!”

He scowled at her but there was no bite behind it. In fact, excitement was gleaming in his black eyes. 

She bit her lip. “So, will you let me share your experience or do you want this first time all for yourself?”

He grimaced swiftly. “Would you mind?”

“No. It’s your body and your nappy.” She smiled. “Fancy me visiting you during lunch break?”

“By all means.”

She smiled and finally slipped off his desk, now that she trusted her legs to carry her again. “Cannot wait,” she whispered and kissed him for a last time before she vanished into the bedroom to finally get dressed.

Maybe I should take another shower first though … 

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Standing in front of his office door, Severus hesitated. Not only because he had a hard-on from hell but because he was wearing a fucking nappy on top of it! 

He had to use Occlumency to keep his blush at bay.

And yet he didn’t want to vanish it. The soft padding surrounding his lower area felt warm (and excitingly sticky from his cum) and gave him a strange sense of safety he didn’t want to explore further right now. It was just … nobody could see or feel anything about that part of his body due to the charms he’d cast over the thing, whatever was happening down there was his secret.

A tingle rippled down his spine and with a last deep breath he finally opened the door and left his quarters to head to the Great Hall.

By the time he’d reached the stairs leading up to the Entrance Hall, though, he had to actively suppress his moans because the padding gently rubbing against his tender flesh felt just so bloody good! 

And by the time he took his seat next to Minerva, he had to occlude harder to not act conspicuously even though the tightness of the nappy and his trousers against his hard cock was almost making him come again. 

Why exactly had he decided to do this today? 

Ah, right. Hermione had persuaded him. Plus it was bloody Monday! He didn’t want to wait for another five days to try this, not after the talk they’d had last night, not with Hermione knowing about his desire and not only being fine with him experimenting but actively encouraging him.

Ugh, her firm rubs against his front had felt unbelievably good … He hadn’t come so quickly in quite a while.

“Are you quite all right, Severus?”

He winced and masked it by reaching for the coffee. “Of course I am, Minerva. Why do you ask?” 

“You seem a bit … distracted.”

“Just tired.”

“Bet you are,” Pomona mumbled from Minerva’s other side and stuck her nose into her teacup, not exactly hiding a grin.

Minerva smirked as well.

He scowled at both of them, silently bemused by how they would have reacted if they'd known what he was wearing underneath his usual black trousers. “Well, I’m a bit too young to go to bed at eight-thirty in the evening, am I not?”

“Depends on what you’re doing in bed …”

“I normally read a chapter or two,” he said sweetly, silently thinking about how he’d fucked himself against his bedpost last night to welcome Hermione home with the show she deserved. Both of you would faint if you knew …

But thankfully they didn't know and so his remark only elicited a snicker from his elderly colleagues, making him focus back on his breakfast, deciding to drink three cups of coffee this morning instead of the usual two just because he could. 

And yet, walking by the loos on his way to class later raised his hackles. It just felt fundamentally wrong to not use his last chance before a two-hour-long class to empty his bladder – and potentially his bowels as well. But the nappy rubbing against his slowly hardening again cock made him clench his teeth and ignore the door. 

He felt that wasted opportunity and his additional cup of coffee about an hour later when he had to gulp down a moan. Gods, he was filling up quickly … “Don’t blow up the castle,” he ordered his sixth-year NEWT class and went into the storage room to grab himself and give himself a quick rub that deliciously tingled through his crotch and caused his balls to tighten. 

Should he do it now? Piss into his nappy for the first time?

He exhaled a hitching breath, his heart beating a mile a minute and his grip around his cock hardening again. 

Mhh … 

No. He would wait for a bit longer. It felt better when he was leaking against his will first. And maybe he would make it until the end of this class and have some minutes of privacy to savour the moment.

Taking his hand off his crotch he occluded hard again and returned into the classroom, mourning the dampening of his bodily sensations.

But that measure really helped him make it through class without a single leak although his bladder had to be short of bursting already. “Leave your potion samples on my desk and don’t dawdle cleaning up your tables!” he announced and feigned being absorbed in some notes while one student after the other passed him by and placed a small vial in front of him.

When the last student had left the room, Severus twitched his wand to close the door and placed a tiny ward on it that would give him some extra seconds to get his features back under control should somebody try to come in. 

Then he leaned back in his chair and slowly, slowly loosened his Occlumency.

Fucking hell!

He gasped when the full extent of his condition seeped back into his perception. Gods, he was full! His fingers curled around the armrests of his chair and his legs spread on their own accord to give his straining bladder a bit more room. Quick, shallow breaths rushed through his nose while his eyes fluttered closed. It was a matter of seconds until his body would give in, he could already feel the first drops of piss tickle the tip of his cock, but he wanted to savour those seconds. The agony, the bliss, the pending release.

And then he leaked. A hot spurt of piss soaked into the padding, quicker than he wanted. 

He bit his lip, allowing himself the first loud moan since he’d left his quarters almost three hours ago.

Another spurt, longer this time, shot from his tip, spreading hotly around his cock before being soaked up.

Fuck, he didn’t anticipate it feeling so hot. Literally! He’d assumed it would turn him on immensely but his piss was of an unexpectedly high temperature as well, almost like sitting down in a hot bath. 

And any second that torrid piss would fill up his nappy completely. 

There was a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead now, both from the effort of holding back the flood backing up in his urethra and from being so turned on that he was actually afraid he might have to come before he could piss properly because he was so damn hard.

And then the agonised, blissful seconds came to an end and led into the holy release.

Severus almost whined aloud when his muscles gave in and piss began stuttering and leaking out of his rock-hard cock, spreading all around his crotch and his arse, billowing up to bath his pubes, causing him to be a tad nervous about whether the nappy was thick enough to soak it all up or whether he would leak into his trousers after all.

But that thought was quickly drowned out (ha!) but the overwhelming sensation of his steadying stream and the hissing sound against the padding. His heart was beating hard enough for him to tremble and when he’d released enough piss to somewhat relieve his aching bladder, his cock was so hard that he had to touch himself.

Rubbing the soaked warm padding against his hard-on, he threw his head back, moaning and bucking against his own hand. Fuck, this is better than I thought it would be … He paused for a second, right before he passed the point of no return, to prolong this for a bit longer, then he began rubbing himself in earnest again, grunting and gasping through each firm stroke and pinch, savouring the sensation of his piss being squeezed out of the padding against his flesh again, all the while keeping his eyes firmly closed because seeing his classroom would completely ruin this moment for him.

And with a last borderline brutal push down the front of his crotch, Severus came, crying out his pleasure louder than he ever had, half-heartedly trying to stifle it with his fist pressed against his mouth, and shot another load of hot cum into the soaked padding of his nappy. His chair creaked over the stone floor when his legs stiffened, his balls constricting almost painfully, lust bolting through his body like a pinball. 

He slumped into his chair groggily when his climax waned, panting pathetically but smiling, albeit blearily.

Bloody hell, that was glorious … 

Keeping his eyes closed for a while longer he savoured the last twitches of his orgasm – and moaned again when his cock had deflated enough for the rest of his piss to finally leave his body. Fuck … Once again he was bathed in delicious almost scorching heat and hadn’t he come just now he would instantly grow hard again.

Probably was for the best to not try this before talking about it with Hermione … He wouldn’t have been able to keep his fingers off those nappies after experiencing this.

When his flow finally tapered off, Severus stood up gingerly, feeling his crotch and his backside but his trousers were dry. As it seemed, his charms had done their job and held all of his piss. The nappy didn’t even feel overly wet actually, only heavy and bulging between his legs and he found he liked that. Enough anyway to keep it like this until Hermione would visit him for lunch … 

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Hermione was biting her lip excitedly when she slipped into Severus' classroom, nodding at the last students filing out and locking the door behind them before casting a ward for good measure.

When she turned around she met his gaze and mirrored his mischievous smirk.

“Got plans?” he asked in a dark voice he didn’t even need to raise for her to be able to hear it at the other end of the classroom. 

“Yes.” She crossed the aisle between the desks, giving her hips a sway that was hopefully seductive and not silly. But judging by his greedy looks she got it right. “How was your morning?” she asked, unbuttoning her blouse until her bra peeked out. “How often did you come?”

His smirk widened and he let himself be urged away from the desk readily so she could slip between his spread legs. “Only once,” he murmured.

“Really?”

He hummed. “I didn't want to spoil your plans.” He shifted slightly in his chair. “And I don't think that thing -”

“Nappy,” she cut in maliciously, smirking when he scowled at her.

“That thing,” he emphasised, “could have taken another load of my piss.”

“Mhh, but you're bursting, aren't you?”

“Yes,” he muttered, “but not so much from piss.”

Hear, hear. She moaned softly when his words seeped into her core like warm honey. He swallowed thickly. “Well, good thing I didn't come with empty hands then.” She took a vial from her pocket and put it on the desk. The potion that would keep him hard.

Severus hummed again, it was almost a moan. “Clever girl.”

“I have my moments,” she agreed, “and I love a good show, especially when it ends with seeing you come.” She slowly licked her lips as if to tease him; as if she wasn't soaking through her knickers for the umpteenth time today. She'd needed several cleansing spells to get through her morning knowing Severus was wearing a nappy in class and probably pissing himself to climax repeatedly.

“Gods, Hermione …” he said huskily when his nosily peeking into her mind gave him a jolt of arousal intense enough to have him tense in his chair.

“I told you I find this hot.”

“Indeed.”

“So, do you feel comfortable showing me your soaked nappy and letting me witness you soil it even more or do you prefer to stay clothed while I give you a little show?” She spread her gaping blouse wider, exposing more of her bra and her boobs.

Severus gulped. “I … okay.” A hint of a blush tinted his cheeks when he carefully got up and took off his frock coat before he unbuttoned his waistcoat and pulled his shirt from his trousers. 

Hermione rubbed her thighs against each other. “May I?” she whispered and reached for his belt.

He nodded, avoiding her eyes and focusing on her cleavage instead.

The buckle tingled when she opened it and -

He took a sharp breath, groaned.

“What's wrong?”

He held his breath, then exhaled slowly. “Just … struggling to keep it in.”

“Fuck,” she muttered, feeling another rush of juices seep into her knickers.

Severus chuckled his rumbling laugh. 

She pursed her lips when heat conquered her face. “Glad to see you relax, love,” she said and leaned up to kiss him while she opened his fly and gave his trousers a push to make them fall down his legs and expose his nappy-clad bum.

He took a hitching breath, stealing her moan when the charms woven into the fabric disappeared and the typical crinkle cut through the silence of the classroom.

“You warded the door, right?”

“I did. But feel free to add your own.”

He leaned his forehead against hers, took two trembling breaths, then snatched his wand. “I'm sorry.”

“It's fine. I want you to feel safe and comfortable.”

He gulped again after securing the door himself, then he met her eyes. 

She hadn’t touched or even looked at the nappy yet, and wouldn't if he changed his mind. But eventually, he nodded and she lowered her eyes.

The formerly pristine white nappy was yellowy speckled now, fluid visibly pressing against the top layer, the padding swollen, soaked and bulging over his probably hard cock. “Wow,” she mumbled, her mouth suddenly dry.

“Disgusted wow?” he sneered.

She shook her head. “No. Turned on wow. May I?” She motioned to touch it and looked up at him.

He nodded hesitantly.

And she swallowed thickly before putting her hand right on his bulge. “It's still warm!” she exclaimed in surprise.

“I charmed it,” he murmured.

“Genius,” she huffed and began kneading the soaked padding tenderly.

Severus moaned, seeking purchase on the desk left and right of her, blocking her view and putting his forehead on her shoulder. “I'm so close already,” he breathed.

Her breath hitched, then quickened. “Don't hold back,” she whispered. 

“But I need to …”

“Don't hold back,” she repeated with a grin he couldn't see and urged him to turn his body a bit so she could reach his bum as well.

Severus' breathing became more laboured when he felt her hand on his backside and with a low moan he finally gave in to the urges of his body and supported them with a gentle push.

Hermione almost came untouched when she felt the tip of his log press against her hand through the thick padding of the nappy. It tented slightly, then the turd scraped against her palm and slid downwards.

“Bloody hell,” Severus whimpered. The nappy crinkled again accommodating his growing load.

“How does it feel?” she breathed, her voice trembling as her hands.

“It … amazing, warm, massive! It … it slides along my balls and … Ah!” He bucked against her hand and Hermione intensified her kneading motions against his bulge. “It's still coming, sliding along my … my cock now, gods, I'm coming, Hermione, I'm -”

He dissolved into a climax so intense she could almost feel it herself, maybe because she came a little as well. Her core was twitching frantically while he trembled through his high and he gave a yelp when she smooshed his poo against his arse a bit, his legs almost giving way under his weight. So beautiful … 

“Fuck,” he cursed hoarsely when he'd somewhat regained his composure, “I'm sorry.”

“What for?” she cooed smiling, “For giving me one of the best shows ever?” She grasped his head to make him look her in the eyes. “Never apologise for experiencing pleasure, Severus.” She kissed him, putting as much feeling into it as she could. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he murmured.

She smiled. “Hate to trivialise this moment but … Do you think you can keep your piss in for a while longer?”

“Guess so. Why?”

She smirked and pulled another vial from her pocket, this one containing the potion that would make her anus relax. “Couldn't stop thinking about you pissing in my bum this morning.”

He huffed throatily. “You're killing me …”

“Softly I hope.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind. May I … unpack you?”

He swallowed again. “Are you sure? I could just vanish it all.”

“I am sure but only if you want it as well.”

He straightened up contemplating. “All right,” he eventually mumbled, “but let me get rid of my clothes first.”

Hermione hopped onto his desk, getting acutely aware of her soaked knickers again while he toed out of his shoes. Guess I'm not the only one who gets to unpack something today …

He pushed his shoes and trousers aside, took off his socks and came to stand before her only wearing his open shirt and sagging nappy, still looking uncharacteristically self-conscious.

“I love you,” she repeated, “no matter what you decide to do.”

He nodded.

“So you're fine with this?”

It took him a second but then he said, “Yes.”

She pulled him down for another kiss, then she slowly opened the tapes of the nappy. Instantly, it slumped deeper between his slightly spread legs, heavy with piss and poo.

“Oh,” she uttered and flicked him a smile when he took the tapes from her hands, giving her the opportunity to catch the front and lower it slowly. 

Severus exhaled deeply, looking at the ceiling, his face flushed red when the reek of poo – concealed by another charm until now – wafted up between them before Hermione could even see something.

“Okay?” she asked again.

He nodded but didn’t look at her.

She gulped, lowering the front of the nappy further. 

His limp cock was smeared and caked with shit, a massive turd that had softened from the lingering wetness of his earlier piss. It stuck in every crease, his balls were even fully sheathed with it.

And smeared against the front padding of the nappy was his cum, whitish and plenty.

“It's beautiful,” she murmured absent-mindedly.

Severus' eyes darted to her. “It is?” he asked in a faint voice. 

She nodded and grinned. “In it's own special kind of way …”

He huffed. “Hold on to it then,” he said and when she’d grasped the nappy, he threaded the back part through his legs, allowing her to see the full extent of the mess he’d made. 

It was smooshed against the heavily soaked padding, a perfect imprint of his balls and backside where the log hadn’t sustained its form. She moaned seeing it.

“Do you want to admire my mess for a bit longer or …”

She pursed her lips seeing his arched eyebrow. “Well, if you ask … Why don't we put it on the floor right there -” She pointed at a spot where she would be able to see it when he would hopefully fuck her arse over his desk soon. “- and then go on with my plan?” She smiled sweetly and slipped off the desk to push past him and do exactly that.

“I really unleashed a beast,” he muttered but didn't stop her.

“And you love me for that!” she shot back grinning, letting the totally soiled nappy slump to the floor with a thud.

“May I at least clean myself?”

“I’d rather you not,” she said, “I like the thought of your messy cock fucking me over your desk …”

He gulped. “I see …” he said hoarsely.

Hermione grinned and stayed where she was, taking off her blouse and fumbling with the fly of her jeans. Then she stopped. “Or do you fancy me wetting myself before we go on?”

He narrowed his eyes, his cock slowly returning to life. “I'd rather you piss over my hand when I rub you to climax after I filled you with my piss …”

She shuddered only from picturing that scene. “I’d love that as well.” So she shimmied out of her clothes and only left her bra and knickers on for him to unpack. Not taking her eyes off him she tip-toed back around his desk and non-verbally asked for another kiss he gave her after a moment’s hesitation. “Dominate me,” she whispered against his lips. 

He hummed lowly. “You want it hard?”

“No, just … assertive.”

His pupils dilated. “As you wish … Turn around, hands on the desk!”

She took a hitching breath when a sharp jolt of lust shot into her groin. “Yes, sir,” she breathed, earning herself a hiss before he pushed her over the desk, his chest flush against her back.

“Don’t call me sir,” he growled at her ear and let his hand slide down her side, over her arse, and into her knickers, searching for her sopping folds. 

“Ah!” she keened, “I’m sorry!”

“Are you?”

No. “Yes.”

“Mhh,” he hummed at her ear, the vibrato of his voice tingling on her scalp. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“Thank you.” Sir! She shuddered, both from her defiant thought and from his fingers brushing through her wet folds and spreading her juices into every crevice and around her backdoor. 

“How much time did you spend fantasising about this today, Hermione?”

“Every free minute I had.”

“Such a dirty mind …” He pulled his hand out and gave her enough room to turn her head and watch him lick her juices from his fingers. She bit her lip so hard she was surprised she didn’t draw blood. And without breaking eye contact, Severus reached for one of the vials, unstoppered it, and took a sip. Within seconds she could feel his cock swell and press against her bum. 

She moaned. 

“You like me smearing my shit over your knickers?”

“Yes.” He rubbed himself against her even more and her body rewarded that with more lust pooling in her knickers. “Please … please, fuck me …”

“Patience,” he muttered smirking. His hands travelled up and down her sides, causing shivers to ripple down her spine and turning her legs into rubber. Luckily, she could lean onto the desk … 

And when she did, her eyes found his nappy again. Fascinating how her lust-muddled brain could turn a pile of crap into a piece of art … Because that’s how intense she scrutinised it, intense enough for Severus to lean over her again and whisper into her ear, “Does it turn you on to see my mess?”

“Fuck, yes,” she whispered and took his hand, trying to guide him back into her knickers. She needed his fingers on her clit, needed to come so badly!

“Ah ah ah!” He pulled away from her grip.

She mewled miserably, short of bucking against the edge of his desk. “Please!”

He chuckled a dark laugh. “No. But I’ll strip you completely when you’re a good girl. So, Hermione, will you be a good girl?”

“Yes,” she blurted, “I’ll be the best girl!”

“Good …” He unhooked her bra and helped her take it off, instantly seizing the opportunity to give her boobs his full attention. 

Fuck … She moaned and – following his urge – straightened back up, leaning against him and relaxing into the touch of his deft hands twisting her nipples.

“Such a good girl,” he commented huskily when she arched her back and exhaled slowly. “Let’s get you out of those knickers. You’ve thoroughly soiled them already, haven’t you?”

“Yes. I even had to clean them several t-times already.” Sir … She moaned again when he hooked his fingers under the elastic and pushed it down over the curve of her arse.

“I know,” he said in a dark voice, “Your mind told me.”

I let him tell you. But she wouldn’t correct him, after all, she’d promised to be a good girl … 

Eventually, she was naked and wax under his hands. His cock was rubbing against her crevice, settling between her slick bum cheeks. She carefully encouraged his motions, trying to get a bit of friction against the hole that had been screaming at her all day to be filled. 

She smirked when he failed to hide a gasp. “That’s enough,” he decided and pushed her down on the desk again before finally, finally reaching for the second vial. 

Hermione pressed her lips together to stifle a chuckle but it turned into another moan anyway when she spotted his nappy again. Gods, her mind had become so filthy … This time last year all that sight would have caused her would have been a gagging fit, not the frantic twitching of her inner muscles. 

“Oh!” she yelped and squeezed her eyes closed when Severus’ finger slid between her cheeks and massaged the oily potion into her tight muscle ring. It quickly began to tingle and she felt herself relax. 

“Mhh, that’s it,” he praised her and slipped a finger into her. “I don’t have a dildo here to prepare you …”

“I don’t mind,” she mumbled, “Just take it slowly, I’ll manage.”

He hummed in the affirmative and pulled his finger out of her before lubing her and his cock up generously and bringing himself in position. “Relax,” he said.

Hermione exhaled completely and focused on loosening her anus. The potion was helping as well, giving her the odd sensation of not being able to clench her hole closed completely. But since she didn’t want that anyway she didn’t mind all too much. 

It took them a couple of minutes until she’d opened up enough for the tip of Severus’ cock to slip into her and she gasped when he did. 

“Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she assured him, “it feels good.”

“Okay.” He gently pushed deeper into her, even adding more lube at one point. “I can feel your poo,” he eventually whispered and she felt his cock twitch inside of her.

“Haven’t used the loo yet,” she said grinning, “Thought you’d like that.”

“I do,” he said, his voice devoid of the dominating edge he’d tinted it with earlier. 

Hermione pressed her mouth against her forearm to hide a smile and maybe blink away a tear or two; witnessing him lose his normally impeccable composure with her was that one aspect of their relationship that was guaranteed to make her emotional. This man was so precious to her, she would make sure he’d never get hurt ever again. 

But, admittedly, that a load of poo filling her rectum would cause such a moment was something she hadn’t seen coming.

She wouldn't complain, though, not anymore.

Eventually, he was fully buried in her and stilled, giving her some time to get used to that amount of stretch and the slight burning doing this rather unprepared had caused. She felt so full, there was so much pressure, but it was a kind of being full she could savour. She knew she would be blessed with the sweetest feeling of relief soon. “Okay,” she finally said, ready to be fucked as she’d desired all morning.

“Okay,” he echoed and carefully slipped out of her.

“Mhhh,” she moaned arching her head back from how good that felt, exactly as she remembered. Like sitting on the toilet and taking the dump of her life only that it wasn’t over within seconds. Where her poo just slipped out of her and was gone, Severus stopped and pushed back into her to give her the very same sensation all over again only seconds later. “God, I love you,” she mumbled.

He chuckled. “It’s the potion speaking.”

“Nooo, I always love you! But maybe a tad bit more when you’re fucking my arse. Why did it take us so long to do this again? Ahh!” She shivered when he pulled out of her, cracking her eyes open to look at the nappy again and give herself another stimulus.

“Too many ideas,” he panted, “too little time.”

“Right,” she panted back and met his next movement, “harder!”

“My pleasure …” 

She was rocking on his desk with each of his smooth and deep thrusts, curling her fingers around the edge. She suspected her juices were seeping down her thighs again, at least they’d spread enough she felt slick everywhere her legs touched. She was tempted to touch herself, to get the climax she'd been waiting for the whole morning, but Severus planted an idea in her head of her coming from his fingers full of his piss and she moaned again thinking about it. She wanted that. And she wanted it to be an earth-shattering orgasm and not the second round echo of it. So she clung to the edge of his desk, her eyes fastened on Severus’ soiled nappy, his laboured breathing, and occasional whimper. 

“You’re so tight,” he whispered, “and I touch your … your poo every time I … I can’t …”

“You don’t need to,” she assured him, “fill me with your cum and then fill me with your piss, please!”

It was that word, her heartfelt please that tipped him over. Severus stiffened, on his lips a strangled half-moan, half-cry, and pulled her onto his cock to bury himself in her as deeply as possible.

Oh God … Hermione inhaled shakily, her fanny twitching in unison with her thudding heartbeat. She was sure she could feel his cum pool inside of her rectum but she was probably only imagining that. He’d come so often today already – and had spilt such a large amount of cum into his nappy – that he probably didn’t have much left now. Still, the thought was turning her on immensely, shivering through her from head to toe, covering her scalp and her back with delicious goosebumps. 

When Severus slumped and let go of her hips, she blinked. “That was so good,” she whispered.

“Did you come?”

“Not yet. I want to save that for last.” She cast him a mischievous glance and he huffed. “Do you think you can pee now?”

“I’ll try my best …”

“Take your time.” But she hoped it wouldn’t take too long. Staying still while her whole body was screaming for release wasn’t an easy thing to do. She wanted to squirm, rub herself against him, have his fingers on her clit and his arms slung around her waist while he brought her to climax but she’d have to wait for another couple of minutes for that. Only some minutes … 

Her silent agony found an end when something hot and decidedly not imagined began flowing into her. “Fuck,” she exclaimed and squeezed her eyes shut.

“All right?”

“Yes! Go on!”

“Thank Merlin …” He grasped her hips again to stay inside of her and within seconds the first shy trickle of piss strengthened and grew into a full-blown stream.

“Mhhh, yes!” she moaned, putting her forehead on her arm and worrying her lip while he filled her up like a human nappy and she took it greedily.

But with her bum being as full as it had been even before Severus had pushed his cock up there and began pissing already, the urge to release it all grew by the second. “How much more?” she whimpered.

“I can stop.” And he did. 

“Oh God … I’m about to explode, Severus …”

“Try to hold it,” he said.

“I can’t!”

“You can! And you will!”

She gasped, gulped, nodded without daring to breathe. 

Slowly he pulled out of her, inch by inch, and she felt some droplets of his piss trickle down her thighs and pool underneath her naked feet. 

“Clench your hole,” he eventually ordered.

She did, as best she could with the potion he’d massaged into it, virtually squeezing the tip of his cock out of her. 

She exhaled in a huff when that happened; at least a bit of release. “Bugger …”

“Get up,” Severus ordered and guided her. 

She slumped against him, her legs shaking and her anus fluttering from the strength it cost her to hold his piss in. “I can’t hold it much longer,” she whispered, her eyes still tightly closed in concentration. 

“You will hold it long enough.” His arms slung around her waist and his right hand brushed down her bulging belly until he found her mound. “Spread your legs a bit.”

“I can’t!” 

“You can!”

She almost began crying. All of those sensations, her arse screaming for relief and her fanny for release, the mingled scent of Severus’ poo and their mutual lust, his naked body pressed against her back, his shirt tails and hair tickling her hips and shoulders … Tears were stinging in the corners of her eyes and a sob escaped her.

Severus stilled. “Do you want to stop?”

Hermione swallowed thickly and shook her head. “No, it’s just … a lot!”

“I know. You’re doing amazing.” He kissed her neck. 

She sobbed again, curling her toes against the hard stone floor before she gingerly pushed them a bit farther away. More drops of liquid escaped her arse and trickled down her legs. 

“Perfect,” Severus said softly, his strong arms still holding her. Then he found her clit and Hermione yelped although she’d expected his touch. 

“Severus!” She squirmed in his embrace, gripping his arms because she needed something to hold on to. Yet she almost lost control over her arse. A gush of piss shot out of her, splashed against his thighs and ran down her legs.

“Shh, relax!”

She whimpered, turning her head as if hiding it against her shoulder would somehow help her make this easier. Of course, it didn’t. She still felt like she was being pulled in a dozen different directions, her body tense and high-strung, like a rubber band short of ripping. Only the idea of that orgasm he'd promised her kept her going. She wanted that!

Severus began circling her clit tenderly, his fingers sliding over her slick knob unresistingly. “You’re so wet, so ready, so good,” he murmured into her ear.

I am, she wanted to scream but found she couldn’t. Her anus ticked nervously, desperate to let go and she was sure it wasn’t only Severus’ piss pressing against it anymore, it was a whole load of poo as well, almost painful to hold. She would make a hell of a mess when he finally allowed her to let go …

Please, tell me to let go!

But he didn’t. Instead, he kept on teasing her, gently fondling her clit and spiralling her higher and higher up the mountain of lust she’d halfway climbed two times already since she’d come here. But this time, she didn’t stop halfway. Severus didn’t let her. He pushed her further and further, causing her skin to tingle and feel like it was on fire but in a good way. Her fingers were clawing into his arms, she must be hurting him but he didn’t complain.

And when the peak of her lust was finally approaching her, she was not only covered in sweat and trembling like a leaf, but also gasping for air as if she was really climbing up a mountain. 

“Come for me and let go,” Severus whispered into her ear and the next moment, she exploded.

She’d compared coming, especially under Severus’ touch, with exploding many times before but this time, it felt fitting in every sense of the meaning. 

His grip around her tightened when she plummeted into her climax and her legs buckled under the intensity. Her anus finally gave up, releasing a mighty rush of piss mingled with chunks of poo and at one point even a whole soft log that just slipped out of her, she could do nothing to stop it. It splashed everywhere, his legs, her legs, his desk, and naturally the floor. And the immense relief of letting go pushed her climax up another notch, making her feel as if she would pass out any second.

But she didn’t. She was allowed to witness the whole firework of emotions going off in her body, the twitching and tingling of her orgasm, the relief of emptying her bowels, the security of being in Severus’ arms, his guttural moan reaching her ear when the whole mess bathed his legs and feet, the sensation of his still-hard cock pressing against her bum she hadn’t had the capacity to notice until now, and last but not least the strangled cry that broke from her throat, a sound so unlike her that it was almost scary.

She began crying in earnest now. 

And then … it passed. 

Her bowels were empty, her orgasm waned, and the stream of piss she’d unconsciously released all over Severus’ hand, just as he’d wanted her to, tapered off, leaving them both standing in a puddle of the biggest mess they’d ever created. The smell was awful – and yet she couldn’t feel offended by it. It’d given her too much pleasure.

“Fuck,” she mumbled groggily and blinked. 

Severus hummed, his laboured breath brushing her neck.

“Did you come as well?”

“I did,” he admitted softly. “Are you all right?”

“I … don’t know.” She sniffled. “That was more intense than I thought it’d be honestly …”

He hummed again.

“How much time do we have left?”

“Wait …” He shifted carefully, craned his neck. “’bout twenty minutes.”

“Fuck …” 

“Mh.”

They shouldn’t have done this during lunch break. She felt ready for a good night’s sleep now, not for another two classes before supper. 

“Come,” Severus said and guided her a few steps backwards. Hermione whimpered when he released her from his embrace but it was only so he could sit down, then he pulled her onto his lap where she dissolved into another fit of exhausted tears. “It’s all right,” he murmured.

She nodded against his neck, slinging her arms around him like a needy child. What they’d just done had simply stripped her of every ability to get a grip, something she hadn’t expected at all. “’m sorry,” she hiccuped eventually.

“It’s fine, we’ll get this. You can excuse yourself from teaching and calm down in my quarters.”

“But why?” she cried. “What am I sup-posed to tell-l them? Exhaustion from getting too thoroughly fucked?”

He snorted despite himself. “We might need to find another wording …”

His dry tone made her chuckle. “Yeah, absolutely …” 

He mirrored her chuckle. 

And she sob-laughed. 

The next thing she knew, they were both laughing tears and Hermione slipped one leg over him so she could straddle him. “Look at us! Covered in piss and poo and some other body fluids …” And they really were. They looked like they’d been mud wrestling but not with mud. 

“If that’s the only thing bothering you …” He snatched his wand from Merlin knew where and some flicks later not only they were fresh and clean again but the whole classroom as well. He’d even cast a charm to clear the air.

“Gods, I love magic …”

He arched an eyebrow.

“And you!”

“That’s what I mean,” he grumbled and pulled her in for a kiss. It became a bit wilder than planned, though, so they were both panting again when Hermione pulled back. 

“We’re running out of time.”

“Mh. Do you want me to inform Minerva that you’re unwell?”

“No. I’m a big girl, I’ll suck it up.” She brushed some last tears from her face, glancing at the clock herself. She would probably be some minutes late. “If I can let myself be fucked into oblivion during lunch, I can go and teach my classes as well.”

He smirked and brushed his thumb along her cheek.

“What about you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Did you bring another nappy?”

“Hell no!” he huffed. “I had enough orgasms for one day. One more and my cock will fall off …”

“Aww …”

He scowled at her. “Don’t mock me, woman! You only came once!”

“Twice! You gave me a delicious orgasm on another desk this morning.” She grinned. “But I won’t keep you from making up for the ones I didn’t have tonight.”

He sighed theatrically. “I need more coffee …”

And after another fit of giggles, Hermione dismounted him, got dressed, and stole a last kiss from his lips before reluctantly leaving him for his afternoon classes.

Chapter Text

“Your place or mine?” Hermione grinned as they stood in the Entrance Hall, the corridor leading into the dungeons to their right and the great staircase in front of them.

Severus smirked. “Having plans?”

“Maybe … Would be a shame to let this first anniversary of ours end without a … climax, wouldn’t it?”

He huffed.

“But we can have that in either our quarters. So … what do you prefer?”

“Not being observed by some nosy portraits, for a start,” he muttered and cast a glance at a painting that was inhabited by a bunch of Victorian-dressed women having a tea party. They hastily began chatting with each other again.

Hermione chuckled. “They still haven’t got used to us being a thing, have they?”

“Doesn’t look like it …” Finally, his gaze returned to her, intense as it had been all evening, which they’d spent at a Muggle restaurant, having the best pasta Hermione had eaten in quite a while. “Given that it’s a Sunday tomorrow and I’m dead sure some whiny first-year will be suicidal enough to knock on my door at a time that can only be described as the middle of the night, I am inclined to round off the night at your place.”

She smirked. “Oh, but what about that poor first-year?”

“They can go and pester Filius. He agreed to cover for me tonight, and I didn’t specify how long exactly that night would last, so …”

“Clever.” She pecked his lips, then she turned to the tea party again. “Ladies, would you be so kind as to refer any Slytherin student in need to Professor Flitwick for the time being?” She got so many sentiments of agreement in return that she couldn’t understand a single one clearly. But they all looked absolutely smitten with her and Severus, the normally pale cheeks sporting a flustered blush even. “Thank you!” Hermione chirped and took Severus’ hand to pull him up the stairs.

“We’ll be the topic for the next couple of months,” he said in a dark voice that rippled down her spine and added another spark of arousal to the fire he’d nourished all night long with his eyes and his voice and his calculated smiles.

“I don’t give a damn,” she whispered, and reaching the top of the stairs, she slipped off her high-heels to both release her feet from their prison and be able to walk faster silently. “Ugh, so good,” she murmured when her naked feet touched the cold stone floor.

“You’ll be freezing by the time we reach your quarters.”

“Good thing you’ll heat me back up, then.” She bit her lip and hurried along the hallways, her warm winter cloak and the dress she was wearing underneath billowing a bit behind her.

But Severus had been right; when they finally reached her quarters, her feet were so cold she hardly felt them anymore. Not that she minded … Carelessly throwing her shoes aside, she pushed her door back into the lock and pounced at Severus, pressing him back against the smooth wood.

“Still hungry?” he teased between kisses.

“Starving!”

“Mhh, what a shame … I thought I’d fed you sufficiently.”

“You baited me,” she corrected him, “the whole night you seduced me with your eyes and your voice and your bloody smile … How dare you?” She plundered his mouth again, rubbing her sensitive breasts against his chest while discarding her cloak. But a twinge in her backside reminded her of a need she’d pushed aside for an hour or two already, trying to save it up for when they were back home and able to give it the attention it deserved.

“I only gave tit for tat,” Severus moaned, “you had me at half-mast the whole bloody evening with your cleavage and your licking that mousse au chocolate from that spoon …” He grabbed her buttocks and pressed her closer against himself, and what she felt there was definitely not half-mast anymore. 

“We should have had our dinner here,” she panted, “then I could have devoured you between courses as I’d wished to without risking a whole restaurant of Muggles ending up scandalised by our show.”

“Mh, and I would have eaten you out. Like the sweetest oyster …”

Oh god … She clenched her backside, leaning her forehead against his. “Would it turn you on or off when I say I needed the loo first?”

He pulled back to look at her with hooded eyes. “Depends on whether I may come with you or not.”

She smirked. “Fancy eating me out while I’m on the loo?”

The way he gulped drily was answer enough, but she didn’t mind him adding a husky, “God, yes!”

So she turned and headed to her bathroom, walking slowly enough that Severus could pull down the zip of her dress and push it down her arms. She briefly stopped to let it pool around her feet, then she went on, only clad in her lace slip now. 

“Professor,” Severus purred behind her.

She cast a glance over her shoulder. “Anything amiss?”

He smirked.

And Hermione’s gaze intensified. “Take that off,” she ordered, her voice a notch darker than before, and nodded at his clothes.

Severus uttered a sound that could only be described as a growl, and while he fumbled with his clothes (and in the end just took his wand to speed things up), she ignited some muted light in the bathroom and activated a warming spell. She’d embedded both of them into the room quickly after moving in here, finding that she couldn’t deal with bright light and the cold of the castle’s bathrooms in the early morning. And since she had a knack for forgetting where she’d left her wand the night before, she’d turned it into touch-activated spots in the wall.

They hissed to life, catching Severus’ attention. “Clever,” he returned her earlier remark and kicked off his shoes. 

Hermione decided to just smirk at that instead of ruining the moment by mentioning her six o’clock confusion. And at the sight of her toilet, her bowels gave another sharp twinge anyway. Groaning softly, she shifted on the spot.

“You look beautiful when you’re in need,” Severus murmured and dipped his nose into her hair, slinging his arms around her waist. And before she could reply to that, he’d slipped his hand into her knickers and circled her clit. “Mhh, so wet for me,” he hummed.

“The whole night,” Hermione repeated, leaning against his chest and tangling her fingers into his hair. Her lace slip, as striking as it might be, had proved utterly unfit to catch all of her arousal, leaving her positively sopping.

“I’ll make up for it now. Sit and spread your legs!” He pulled the slip down, and Hermione stepped out of it before turning around and sitting on the toilet. It was a bit crammed between her shower and the sink, but she managed to spread her legs wide enough to present him with her soaked folds. Severus twisted his face in pleasure, his cock twitching in the confinement of his briefs. 

Unceremoniously, Hermione grasped the fabric and pulled it down as well. “Equal conditions for all of us,” she mumbled, and because she was just at the right height to do so, she opened her mouth and took him in, making Severus stumble and grope for purchase. 

“Bloody hell!” he cursed, and the taste of pre-cum spread on her tongue, mingling with the musk of him and the satiny sensation of his skin. He moaned loudly when she suckled at his cock and traced his crown with her tongue, and sunk his fingers into her hair to guide her, his other hand pressed against the wall in her back. “Mhh, Hermione …” he murmured and slightly rocked his hips. 

She hummed in response, savouring the hiss he emitted at that.

Then, however, her bowel’s needs demanded attention again, intensified by the feeling of the loo seat pressing against her backside; despite all the weird places they’d relieved themselves during the last couple of months, that feeling was still a deeply ingrained trigger, and she sucked in a breath and let go of Severus with a plop. “Fuck,” she muttered and doubled over slightly. 

“That’s my cue,” he purred and kneeled, gently pushing her knees apart and making eye contact with her. “May I?”

“Please, yes!” she gasped and leaned back against the cistern. It cracked loudly, but she only registered it faintly for Severus tongue licked up her folds from as far back as he could reach from his position up to her clit, which he gave a maddening amount of love. “Ahh, yes!” Hermione cried and pushed her feet up on tiptoes, adamantly clenching her backside. She wanted to get more of this, at least a moment or two, wanted to bask in the feeling of being short of exploding, so full her anus was quivering. A faint poot escaped it, the tiniest of winds that succeeded in pushing past the log pressing against her muscle ring. 

Severus inhaled the smell as if it were Amortentia and moaned again.

Bloody hell … What have I done to deserve this man? She tangled her hand back into his hair and gently scratched his scalp. He looked up at her, hungry black eyes sitting in a flushed face that was glistening with her juices. “I love you,” she whispered.

“Love you too.” Then he returned to his task on hand and licked through her folds, his nose nudging her clit, making her shiver from lust. 

Hermione closed her eyes and leaned her head back until it met the wall, relinquishing herself to the sensations that were surging through her body in waves of intense arousal and painful need. “Oh god, Severus, yes … right there … mh … fuck, I can’t hold it any longer, fuck, fuck, fu-ahh!” She cried out when her anus gave in and opened for the huge log she’d been holding in for way too long. She tried to stop it, to slow it down at least, but it just slipped out of her in one smooth go, defying her will.

She shuddered from the intense lust it gave her, the feeling of the deepest relief after holding on for too long. 

Then the turd, long and soft, yet massive, toppled into the water underneath her and Severus pushed his tongue into her slick tunnel, curling his hands around her calves and groaning gutturally. Her muscles clenched around his tongue, and Hermione held her breath, teetering along a line of lust strong enough to deafen her but too weak to push her over the edge. 

When she blinked, Severus was leaning his cheek against her thigh, inhaling the smell of her poo again. 

“Did you come?” she asked.

“No. Never before you come.”

She smiled blearily. “I almost did. That felt amazing …”

“I know,” he drawled and cocked an eyebrow. 

“I want to ride you,” she murmured. “I want you to sit down on the toilet, my poo underneath us, and then I want to ride you and piss all over you.”

He gulped. “Are you trying to make me come first after all?”

She smirked. “There’s no order, just lust. I don’t doubt you’d make me come however often I want to come.”

“I would.”

“I know. And right now, I want to ride you and piss over your lap.”

“Your wish is my command.” He stood up and held his hand out for her. 

Hermione grasped his hand, unable to stop herself from having a short snog. 

Severus ended it panting and peered past her into the toilet. Unfortunately, her smooth, brown, massive turd had slipped half down the drain already, but what he could still see, thick and ending in a perfect little tip, made him moan nevertheless. 

“Never would have thought I’d love a man even more for admiring my poo, but here we are,” Hermione chuckled.

“Well, it is a beautiful poo,” he smirked smugly. Then he sat down, his hard cock rearing up from the thick nest of black hair, and pulled her closer. “Milady …”

“Milord …” She held his gaze and stepped over his legs to manage her own as comfortable as possible in this narrow setting, then Severus grasped his cock and guided it into her, hissing when her heat encompassed him.

It mingled with her moan when he stretched her. So good … Throwing her head back, she curled her fingers into his shoulders and allowed a shudder to ripple through her body, ending in some frenzied twitches of her inner muscles. 

“This just never gets old.” His murmured words flowed like the touch of satin over her skin, and she willingly let herself be pulled down to return to that snog from before. 

Severus put his hands on her buttocks, and Hermione began moving on his lap, letting his hard length slip out of her and back in languidly. She gave a tiny yelp, though, when he sneaked a finger between her cheeks and circled her muscle ring.

“Such a filthy hole,” he purred and slipped his finger in.

“Mh,” she moaned, and her movements stuttered a bit while he carefully finger-fucked her back door.

“You’re leaking over me,” he grinned. “I can feel your juices trail down my balls.”

She felt him twitch inside of her. “And you love it.”

“I do.”

Savouring his pleasuring her backside, she grasped his face and kissed him while trying to relax her bladder and give him the shower she’d promised him. I took her a moment or two, his finger was distracting, but then a shy trickle left her urethra, followed by a tiny spurt.

The moment it met his skin was marked by a groan. “Hermione,” Severus muttered and pulled her even closer.

“Fancy some more?”

He looked up at her with hooded eyes. “Don’t tease me.”

“Aww, poor man …” She trailed her fingers down his face, but since he’d abandoned her backside the moment he’d become aware of her piss soaking into his nest of hair, she had an easier time letting go now and so, a couple of seconds later, her piss was flowing freely, first into his crotch, then it tinkled into the toilet underneath them.

Severus grasped her arse tighter and began rutting into her. “Ugh, fuck, don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” he murmured, his face contorted from lust, and Hermione began kissing him again, positively plundering his mouth.

He gasped. “No order, right?” he checked back desperately.

“No order. Get that orgasm!”

And he did. Thrusting into her two last times, Severus cried out his lust just when her flow was beginning to die down. His thighs tensed underneath her, his fingers curled into her buttocks almost painfully, and she could feel his cum fill her spasming channel. It almost pushed her over the edge, seeing him unravel in a climax from her doing, eyes clenched closed, moan halting, hips stuttering. 

“Bloody hell,” he breathed when he came down from it and blinked.

“Indeed,” she smiled and shifted a bit on his lap when his cum began seeping out of her. It dripped into the toilet, too. 

“You all right?” he mumbled.

“Absolutely perfect.”

“But you didn’t come.”

“Not yet.” She smirked. “But I very much enjoyed myself watching you come.” She kissed him again and moaned when his softening cock slipped out of her. 

That didn’t stop Severus from pulling her closer, though. Kissing her with abandon, he massaged her butt cheeks, bestowing her clit to a tantalising rub against his pubic hair. 

For a couple of minutes, they lost themselves in that kiss, touching, shoving, relishing the tension and the lust that never really waned despite his climax. 

And eventually, Severus looked at her again, his lips swollen and red and glistening enticingly. “How do you feel about coming on my lap while I have a poo?”

Her breath hitched, yet she managed to choke out a, “Yes, please!”

He smirked and sneaked a hand between their bodies.

Hermione skidded back a bit, giving him access to her clit, but of course, he didn’t settle for that. Instead, he pushed two fingers into her and began fucking her again, curling his fingers against her sensitive spot in there. “I want you to squirt all over me, too,” he said in a dark voice and robbed her of her ability to object – not that she wanted to. 

Whatever you want, I will give you, love …

She began rolling her hips against his hand and watched him push down to empty his bowels, too, working to fill the toilet up with even more mess. He made it a show, groaning, grimacing, drawing the whole thing out more than would have been necessary, and she loved him even more for that. 

Her pulse was thundering while she clung to his shoulders and rode his fingers, sweat pearling on her hairline and between her breasts, and Severus’ interplay of pushing and releasing his breath groaning while his fingers played her like a well-known instrument was making her head whirl with lust. 

“It’s coming!” he eventually pressed out and gave her clit another firm rub that pushed her over the edge at last.

When his poo splashed into the toilet, Hermione dissolved into a shuddering orgasm that showered Severus’ fingers with her lust. It tinkled into the toilet as her piss had, hot spurts of cum, and she cried out in bliss. 

She slumped against him when her orgasm waned, her face buried in the crook of his neck and her arms looped around him. “That was breathtaking,” she mumbled.

“Mhh,” he purred and held her tight, “it truly was. A worthy climax for this day.”

She smiled exhaustedly. And chuckled when he began to piss.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t take a shit without it when I’m on the loo.”

She sat back up. “It’s fine.” And kissed him, promptly eliciting another soft moan from his throat. “Don’t tell me you want a round two,” Hermione mumbled against his lips.

“No. I’m knackered. I just want to sleep with you in my arms.”

“Thank god.”

And that was what they did after cleaning up the mess they’d made. They curled up underneath her duvet, his arm slung around her waist and their legs knotted into each other. “I love you,” he whispered into her hair.

“I love you, too.”

Chapter Text

He was screwed. 

Before the lesson had started, a substitute lesson for Glen Conifer, who’d needed to attend to some familiar matters and thus left school a week before the Christmas holiday began, he’d contemplated using the loo – or at least trying to. He’d been slightly constipated for a couple of days now; nothing to worry about, but it was annoying. Feeling full all the time and yet being unable to have the poo he was craving … 

But since he’d tried this morning before breakfast, and after having his coffee, which normally always got things going, yet nothing had happened, he’d thought he’d be fine until after classes.

Well. As it seemed, a bit of physical exercise was what his bowels had been craving.

“Pay attention to her stance!” he said, aimed at the class, and pointed at Hermione, who’d agreed to help him out for some demonstrations. Conifer’s fourth year was shockingly behind with duelling, and it was easier to show them what he meant on her than having to get hands-on with a student. “You won’t be able to block a curse if you don’t have a stable footing. This way I can -” He non-verbally shot a curse at her while clenching his backside when the congested log pushed against his muscle ring, and held his breath while Hermione effortlessly threw up a Protego that sent the curse back to crush into the floor some inches away from his feet. The class gasped only when everything had already happened. “- do this, and the impact on her shield will not make her stumble back. Do you understand?” The students nodded, some more hesitantly than others. “Then pair up and practise!” Severus relaxed a bit and pushed his wand back up his sleeve.

He stepped aside while the students scrambled around to find a partner and enough space to do as he’d said, clenching his teeth when his stomach cramped again in the attempt to push out what couldn’t come out now. Just half an hour, he thought almost pleadingly, casting a glance at the clock. 

But his bowels seemed rather impatient. Oh god … He could feel the log poking through his clenched hole, causing beads of sweat to flower on his hairline, fighting it back in.

“Are you all right?”

He winced at Hermione’s sudden appearance by his side, momentarily losing his grip and feeling the tip of his backside problem slide out even more. “No,” he mumbled, followed by a low groan as he clenched down harder. Gods, he was short of soiling his pants in front of a class … And of course, he’d decided against a nappy today! 

“What’s the matter?” she asked, inching closer. 

He clenched his teeth as hard as his backside and looked around the class, but everybody seemed occupied with their task, so he met Hermione’s eyes and twitched his brows, letting the tip of his wand peek out from his sleeve. She nodded, and he wove a bond between their minds, letting her feel what he was feeling. 

She sucked in a breath.

Yeah, he thought in her direction, it’s rather unfortunate timing …

Will you make it for the rest of the lesson, or do you want to step out quickly? I’m here.

He narrowed his eyes at that. She was right; he could quickly head to the loo. 

But then again … Who did he try to fool? He was half hard already, the bulge in his trousers only hidden by his voluminous robes. And another glance at the clock told him it was only about twenty-five more minutes to go. 

Hermione was smirking when he looked back at her. Knew it, she muttered.

Want to play along?

You bet! She arched her eyebrows at him and went off to help a pair of students.

Severus huffed, but his bout of amusement was ended by another painful spasm of his bowels. The huge, hard log pushed against his exit again, strong enough to turtle-head again, and a bit more than before. He groaned in his mind, shifting his weight when his cock twitched. 

You’ll have some serious skid marks in your briefs later, Hermione informed him, but he could feel her inner muscles twitch from what she received from him.

They’re black, it’s fine.

Her amused huff was so clear in his mind that he couldn’t fully hide his smirk. 

“Sir?” someone to his right asked timidly, and he turned around, his usual scowl back in place. Miss Ravensworth shrank into herself, ducking her head as if his eyes were casting curses, too. 

“What is it?” he bit out, hoping nobody heard or smelled the bout of gas that bubbled out of him against his will. He just couldn’t clench his arse any tighter, and maybe releasing some gas would take pressure off the whole matter?

“I, um … How do I know which leg to put forward, sir?” Miss Ravensworth’s question snapped him back into the here and now.

How do you … Really, Conifer, what exactly are you doing with them?! Huffing exasperatedly, he began showing the pair of clueless students, but his curt explanation was interrupted when he stepped forward for a demonstration – and felt the log sink further, poking its head out of him like a nosy snail.

Are you trying to tease me? Hermione asked, casting him a glance. Her cheeks were flushed, and as Severus focused on her bodily sensations for a moment instead of his, he realised that she was soaking through her knickers.

Tut-tut, Miss Granger! Think of the children!

Ha!

But he couldn’t really blame her; he was rock-hard and leaking into his own briefs, too. Why do I keep doing this? 

Because you love it, she lilted back, obnoxious as ever. 

Then he realised the two pairs of eyes observing him with a mix of curiosity and utter dread, and Severus straightened his posture to pick up his sentence where he’d broken off. 

It was only determination and the right breathing pattern that helped him persevere until the end of the lesson, and for the first time in a while, he was at least as relieved as the students when they were finally allowed to sprint out of the room. 

Hermione locked and warded the door the moment they were alone, and sauntered to him with a mischievous expression on her face. “Well …”

He arched an eyebrow, leaning against the desk, his hands curled firmly around the edge. “Here?”

“You won’t make it downstairs anymore anyway, and I know you have a score to settle with Glen, so what could be better than having a shit on his desk?”

It came so unexpectedly that Severus barked out a laugh that almost made him waste said shit in his pants. He took a sharp breath. “You have a point,” he pressed out with a groan, pushing the edge of the desk against his backside for some support while his bowels cramped again. 

“You’ll make me come in my pants,” Hermione muttered and began undressing hurriedly. 

“I’m terribly sorry.” 

“Ha! As if …”

He smirked. Then he carefully rounded the desk, because the idea of crapping on Conifer’s desk was indeed interesting. The idiot deserved it, even if he would never see it. But Severus would know it. Every time that stupid spiv would grin at him, Severus would know that a huge turd of his had been lying where he was grading essays, and that would make everything so much easier to endure. 

I knew you’d love the idea, Hermione reminded him of the fact that their minds were still connected. 

He cast her a smug glance over his shoulder. I’m marking my territory – provided I get out of my clothes fast enough.

She giggled. “I’ll help you.” With all her naked glory, she tiptoed around the desk, too, to meet him where Severus was standing now, the chair pushed aside impatiently. 

“There’s no world in which this -” He let his finger circle over her breasts and the beauty of the curly triangle between her legs. “- will help my situation.”

“Aww,” she cooed, “poor man.” Then she leaned up and made it even worse by kissing him, positively plundering his mouth even, while her perfect body pressed against his decidedly too dressed chest. 

He whimpered pathetically when his arse decided that this was the perfect moment to remind him of his need. “Fuck,” Severus muttered against her lips and leaned his forehead against hers, both grateful and amused by the fact that she began swiftly unbuttoning his several layers of clothing while she rubbed her thighs against each other needily. 

He couldn’t stop himself from reaching for her hot centre. The sweet smell was teasing his nostrils, and he just needed to feel her wetness and taste it from his fingers.

“Hey!” she laughed and withdrew the object of his desire. “You’re not helping either!”

He groaned again, but since he couldn’t say anything against that, he helped her undress him instead. 

It was a bit delicate to step out of his trousers and briefs even after Hermione had pushed them all the way down to his ankles. His hard cock was rearing up high, the red tip glistening from his arousal, and the cool edge of the desk pressing against his buttocks was the only reason why he didn’t lose his shit – literally! – right then and there. Throwing his stupid shirt aside, he pulled Hermione up to kiss her again. 

Oh, that’s how you want to mark your territory?

Absolutely!

Pushing himself a bit higher on his feet, he positioned the desktop right underneath his arse cheeks, in the crook where his thighs began, and let go, just when Hermione wrapped her hand around his member.

Fucking hell!

Nope, just me. She grinned against his lips and moaned when he did because the culmination of his arousal and the feeling of the hard turd slipping through his anus unhindered now was just too good. Good enough that he almost came into the warmth of Hermione’s hand when … 

It stopped. 

Ugh. Severus pushed a bit. Then a bit more. But the log that had been bothering him for about half an hour at this point didn’t move a single millimetre more. The tip just poking through his muscle ring enough to bother him, everything shut down. Only a tiny fart hissed out of him.

“Unbelievable,” he huffed, knowing fully well that Hermione had felt the same as he had, and sank back on his feet. “I’m not granted my revenge.”

“That’s what you get from only eating beige food. You should try some green stuff now and then.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Oh, hush, woman.” Another fart accidentally bubbled out of him, the sound amplified against the smooth desktop. He felt his face go warm, especially because this one reeked abominably. But before any of them could react to that, his bowels cramped again and he doubled over slightly, pushing hard to get out the stupid turd that was halfway out anyway!

To no avail.

“Bloody hell,” he wheezed.

Sighing, Hermione stepped back. “Let me check,” she said, and he turned around, putting his arms on the empty table that had been supposed to be covered in his shit by now. 

Fuck, he cursed silently and squeezed his eyes shut when her lubed finger slipped between his cheeks and found the not-so-little fucker that was bugging him. His cock twitched.

I’m happy you’re enjoying this, but … She slipped into him, making him gasp for air. But this feels very solid! And very huge! Withdrawing her perfect finger again, she said aloud, “You need an enema, my love.”

“Bloody perfect.” He turned back round. “So, back to my quarters.”

She frowned. “Why? Lessons are over for today, Glen won’t come, nobody will miss us …” She smiled smugly. “I don’t see why we shouldn’t have some fun here while you soak.” She emphasised the k, making a ripple of anticipation shoot through his body. 

“You know the spell?”

“Of course, I know the spell. Don’t you?”

“No,” he admitted slowly. “I always had more fun with you being my enema.”

“Well, I won’t be able to fuck you now, provided we don't want to cause a ruckus in the castle because numerous students saw a strap-on fly along the halls. Plus, you're too full for me to fuck you anyway, so magic will have to do. And since I assumed we might end up in a situation like this someday, I looked the spell up, just to be safe.” She smirked, know-it-all through and through, and he wished it wouldn’t turn him on as much as it did. “So?” She circled her finger to make him turn back around, and Severus did with a silent sigh. 

“Be careful, will you?”

“I’ll try …” 

The next moment, she spread his cheeks again, and sadly, it wasn’t her finger he felt prodding his entrance this time, but the tip of her wand. 

He wished it was the first time a wand was being shoved up his arse, too, but alas … 

“You need to tell me more about that!” Hermione exclaimed.

Fuck. “I need to end this connection!”

“Don’t you dare!” She shoved up her wand an inch further, and Severus yelped. I want to get the full experience.

Only if you don't use a single more pun.

If I must …

He glanced at her, his eyebrow arched. Just get this over with, will you? She was grinning in response, and he snapped his head back to look ahead when something slightly warmer than his body was flooding his intestines. “Oh god,” he whimpered as the pressure on his prostate grew, sending tingles of lust through his body while he tried to clench himself closed against the water. 

And it was a lot of water! He curled his fingers against the desktop, his face contorted into a mask of lust and agony. “How much more?” he whimpered.

“Almost done.” She stroked his left buttock with her free hand while his knees almost buckled from the intensity of sensations. “There it is,” she finally said and carefully withdrew her wand. And when he heard her mutter another spell, Severus sucked in a breath again. 

“Did you just seal me shut?” he asked, whirling around.

“Yes. Just so the enema can do its work. I thought that’d be easier than having you struggle to keep it in while we could do so many more exciting things.” She arched an eyebrow and, with a twitch of her wand, the very thing was squeaky clean again. “Or do you prefer to struggle?”

He was about to answer in the affirmative when the pressure against his sealed anus got so intense that he doubled over. 

“Thought so,” she lilted and put the wand away. 

“Minx,” Severus wheezed and straightened back up. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and oh god, if only it were from pain … 

“Relax,” Hermione cooed and stepped closer, letting her hands roam over his chest. “We have some time to pass. How about we desecrate Glen’s desk in more than one way?” With that, she pushed him against the edge again, and then a bit further, making him skid back until he was sitting on the tabletop, his cock rearing up between his legs. 

He only slowly dared to relax his backside muscles, though, holding his breath while he did so until he’d adapted to the new pressure. “I feel like a water bomb,” he muttered and looked down at his belly, which was protruding visibly. 

“Are you still up for some fun, or don’t you feel like it?”

“What do you think?” he sneered, gesturing at his cock. “And don’t act as if you didn’t know that already!”

She smirked. “I do. But it never hurts to check back, right?” And without further warning, she climbed onto the desk as well to straddle him.

“What the …” Severus gasped, leaning back in surprise, and if he weren’t sealed shut, this would have been the moment he’d have leaked water all over the desk. He didn’t have a chance to protest, though, because Hermione captured his mouth and involved him in a fiery kiss while she groped for his member, and when she sank onto him, she cried out and threw her head back, almost losing her balance on the desk.

“Ah, yes!” she mewled, “I waited for this for at least an hour …”

His intestines grumbled ominously, and the shifting of some water or gas of maybe even poo in his bowels was both painful and oddly arousing. His cock gave a twitch, and Hermione smiled knowingly. 

Seriously, you make it hard for me to decide what I want to come to. You fucking me, you soiling someone else's desk, or you enjoying your enema a bit more than expected …

He smirked back at her. I don’t care as long as you come for me.

I never want to come for anybody else again.

His eyes jumped back and forth between hers for a moment, then he pulled her down for another kiss and encouraged her to start moving. 

Which she gladly did. 

Severus leaned back a bit more, reluctantly supporting himself on one hand. He’d rather touch her with both of them, but his stomach was too troubled to support him alone, so he had to decide between her bouncing tits, her perfect thighs, her clit that he couldn’t see but knew would appreciate his attention. I know what I’ll be coming to, he thought, grunting each time she sank down on his hard cock. Her wet, velvety warmth would always make him lose his mind.

Not soiling Glen’s desk?

Don’t think I’ll last that long … He groaned, twisting his face into a mask when a jolt of pleasure and pang of pain shot through his body at the same time, making him curl his toes and almost come then and there. Oh god … He peered at his protruding belly again, round and firm, and before he could touch it, Hermione did.

His eyes jumped up to see her face, just in time to catch her biting her lower lip, only to let it slip from between her teeth. 

Like it? he asked silently what he didn’t dare ask out loud.

She nodded. It’s turning me on a lot. Knowing what’s going on in there, what will happen soon, how it feels for you … Her inner muscles twitched around his cock. The only thing that would turn me on more would be my piss loosening you up. She swallowed thickly, making eye contact with him. Or more poo. 

He wasn’t sure if she’d wanted to share that thought, because she blinked rapidly and looked away, quickly taking up her movements again.

It’s fine, Severus assured her and touched her face to meet her eyes again. No judgement, no pressure, remember?

She nodded, smiling uncertainly. 

He returned it, then he said, “Make me come,” in as dark a voice as he could muster, and added his second hand for support on Conifer’s desk, enjoying the view of Hermione bouncing on his lap. Her nipples were as hard as he was, and he longed to take them in his mouth, but that would stop her movements, and he could see she was getting close.

As was he. His balls were tightening, quickly approaching the point of no return, and all the poo in his arse added some delicious pressure against his prostate as well. He rocked his backside against the smooth surface of the desk a bit, moaning from the double stimulation, and closed his eyes when his orgasm was building. I’m so close …

Mh, yes, me too, just … just … oh, Severus …

Her stream of thoughts broke off when she came, surrendering to her high that flooded her brain and his as well. That added to the sensation of her muscles clamping around him frenziedly, sent him over the edge as well. His eyes clenched tightly closed, he rode the wave of his high, felt himself spill into her tight warmth, spurt after spurt of hot cum. 

That was why he was distracted from what Hermione was doing. That and the fact that he’d closed his eyes. And so he was caught completely unprepared by her unsealing his backside. 

He yelped when a stream of water burst from his arse, pressing out from under his buttocks and spraying all over Conifer’s desk and the floor behind it, some even spurting out on his front. He ripped his eyes open to meet Hermione’s mischievous smirk and still lust-hooded eyes, crying out when he was hit by another intense wave of lust that prolonged his orgasm and made him spill some more cum onto his thighs, because Hermione had climbed off his lap to give him space.

“Bloody hell!” he cried when the pressure against his anus got too strong to bear, and shifted his weight to his right side, opening the way for the huge log that had been clogging him up for the last couple of days. He still had to push hard to get it out, leaning forward now as well, his swollen belly cradled in his lap, and grunting as if he were giving birth when it finally moved and shot out of him as well.

“Wow!” Hermione commented, who’d moved a bit to the side to get a better view of what was happening. “That shot straight off the desk.”

“Marvellous,” he wheezed, directly followed by a sharp “Ahh!” when the next turd slipped out of him, together with a generous amount of water and loose stools that gave a bubbling sound and instantly filled the air with a putrid smell that was even worse than normal. “Fucking hell …” he murmured, and carefully slipped halfway down the desk as well before casting a glance over his shoulder.

The smooth surface was smeared with shit, a pool of diarrhoea right in the centre, surrounding a softer, but still huge turd. He huffed, then the next spasm hit, and he grunted out more shit, half flooding the desk, half dripping down between his legs. By the time that wave waned, he was half-hard again and curling his hands around the edge of the desk, wheezing.

Hermione stepped closer again, unperturbed by the reek he was spreading in the classroom, as it seemed, since she even stepped between his slightly spread legs. “You have no idea how turned on I am,” she whispered and took one of his hands to lead it between her legs. 

“Oh god,” he breathed, indeed finding a fresh wave of juices mingling with his cum and the remains of her own recent orgasm. 

She gasped when his fingers met her hot flesh, his cock twitched. Still not fully hard but eager nonetheless. 

Hermione kissed him while he began massaging her, then she curled a hand around his member and returned the favour. He whimpered and raised his backside a bit when his bowels cramped again to produce some more loose stools and bubbling farts.

She bit his lip, shuddering from lust, and Severus intensified his movements, fucking her slick tunnel with two fingers while his thumb caressed her clit. 

She came quickly, dissolving into intense shudders of arousal, and just like the first time, a couple of minutes ago, witnessing her high through their mental connection pushed him over the edge as well. It was a weaker orgasm than his first, but still a delicious tingling that shot through his limbs and produced some more drops of cum that coated Hermione’s hand. 

They were both panting when their orgasms waned, and blinking, their eyes met. She swallowed thickly and huffed, then she kissed him and massaged his now once again flat and soft belly. But there wasn’t any more shit in him to give, not even a tiny fart. Just a faint ache in his overstrained bowels remained, and the abominable reek hanging in the air.

Yet Hermione’s cheeks were flushed when she withdrew from him. “A little more mess doesn’t make a difference at this point, right?”

“Absolutely not,” he chuckled.

“Perfect.” A moment later, she was pissing, shyly at first, but her stream gained more force soon. It splattered against the front of the desk and sprinkled his legs. “Oh, god, that feels so good,” she moaned and leaned her head back. 

Mind if I join you?

She blinked and smirked. Never.

And so he let go, too, once again in awe of the absolutely perfect woman he was allowed to call his. 

It was a pity they had to make their whole mess disappear before they got dressed and left the Defence classroom. But they both glanced back at the once again pristine desk and shared a smirk and a knowing look. 

Chapter Text

He'd had a bad feeling from the moment the Australian Ministry of Magic told them they wouldn't be allowed to use magic outside of their holiday rental. “New guidelines,” had been their reasoning, a lousy one if you asked him. But being guests in this country for only ten days, Severus didn't dare argue. They would cope.

Or so he thought. 

Well, for a while, things were all right indeed. Christmas with Hermione's parents was a breeze, exploring Canberra was, too; being around Muggles, it was easy to forgo magic. Nobody was using it anyway. 

But he should have known that feeling too safe with the whole thing would lead to problems, just because fate was like that.

Yet he didn't see it coming. Not when they went to the New Year's party Hermione's parents were hosting for all of their friends, not when the fireworks went up outside and she kissed him, not when he and Hermione decided to head back to their rental around two in the morning. 

He just arched his eyebrows at the hard-of-hearing cab driver, who introduced himself to them as Dave. Hermione had to repeat their address thrice, and Severus was silently wondering if Dave was even allowed to drive a car. Oh, how oblivious he'd still been then, not the least bit anticipating how grateful he would soon be that this man in particular had turned out to be their cab driver tonight.

But even if fate hadn't been such a …well, bitch, they would probably have been grateful they got him; Severus had had no idea how much of a hassle it was to get a cab on this night of the year! Not attending New Year's parties has its perks …

Anyway, they did get a cab at last and Severus got in behind Dave while Hermione hurried to her mother, who'd called her back for whatever. Severus glanced at them through the window, wondering what they were still chatting about while the taximeter was running already. They would come back for brunch in about ten hours! 

In the end, the woman gave Hermione a bottle of water and Severus rolled his eyes. As if we wouldn't have hangover potions …

But Hermione took it and he would thank her for that in about half an hour. 

But first, she finally got into the car herself, slumped into the backseat with a tipsy giggle and fumbled with the seat belt. “Can you take this for a second?” she asked and thrust the bottle into his hands.

“Sure,” he grumbled, eyeing the bottle. And softly enough for Dave to hopefully not hear them, he asked, “Did you never tell your parents about potions?”

Hermione chuckled. “Oh, yes, I did. But I doubt they realise how bloody awesome they are, especially when you brewed them.” She smirked and plucked the bottle from his hand before pecking his lips. “But I'm thirsty anyway.” She opened it and downed almost half of it in one go, only disrupted by the cab stopping rather abruptly.

“I'm sorry!” Dave called from the front, followed by a stream of profanities directed at the car driving in front of them - loud enough that Severus wouldn't have been surprised if the other driver had heard him.

Hermione brushed some droplets of water from her chin, chuckling again. “Oh wow, this will be so entertaining …”

“Well, at least one of us will have fun, then.”

“Oh, come on,” she said and nudged his shoulder, “it's New Year's Day! And we're in Australia! It's summer out there, Severus! On New Year's Day!” She gasped in a way that actually made him snort a laugh.

“You're drunk.”

“I am, yes. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm right.” She took another swig of her water before offering him the bottle.

He declined with a shake of his head, though.

Thank fuck!

Because fate began playing her games with him shortly after they drove onto the motorway. “Is this an abduction?” Severus muttered, glancing out the window. They hadn't used a motorway getting to Hermione's parents.

“Dunno,” Hermione muttered and leaned forward to ask Dave.

As if he would tell her if it was!

“The city is packed right now!” he yelled back, though, “This way's faster!”

“I doubt that,” Severus muttered, eyeing the line of red lights in front of them sceptically.

“We'll see,” she murmured back and took his hand before glancing out her window into the dark night. Some fireworks were still lighting up in the sky every now and then.

It was a couple of minutes later that he felt the first twinge of his bladder. With a frown, he glanced at his crotch. Don't you dare … He'd visited the loo before they'd taken off, that had been half an hour ago at most! There was no way he'd drunk enough this evening that he would need the loo again so quickly. I must be imagining it.

After all, it was Hermione who'd emptied half a litre of water in no time!

But another couple of minutes (and streams of profanities directed at other cars) later, he was pretty sure he wasn't imagining it. For whatever reason, the water Hermione had drunk had filled his bladder. 

Severus cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, drawing Hermione's attention. “Are you all right?”

“Sure.” He smiled falsely and brushed his mouth before looking out the window again. The cab had slowed down a lot now, adapting to the traffic. It wasn't a traffic jam yet, cars were still moving, but much slower than they should have been driving on the motorway. Faster, my arse, he thought and clenched his teeth and his muscles down there. God, there wasn't even an opportunity to stop for a moment! 

Only that they did.

The cab stopped moving completely, sending a jolt through Severus's bladder that told him he was even more fucked than he thought. “What is it now?” he ground out and looked around.

“Maybe an accident,” the driver said, for the first time lowering his voice to a reasonable volume, “I'm sorry! I'll stop the taximeter until we're out of this.”

Groaning, Severus put his elbow against the window and hid his mouth behind his hand. Every fibre of his being screamed at him to get out of the car and find a spot to empty his bladder as soon as possible, but they were in the middle of a motorway and the other cars surrounding them were moving at times. He would not only endanger himself but everybody else, too. Worst case, somebody would call the police because some lunatic was walking around on the motorway. 

He swallowed down a hysterical laugh.

Hermione's hand on his thigh distracted him. “What's wrong, love?”

He pursed his lips, holding his breath when the car rolled forward a bit, just to stop with another jolt that made him groan. “I need the loo,” he murmured and unobtrusively gripped himself. 

“Oh, crap,” she breathed, grimacing.

“Not exactly.” He wouldn't have quite that much of a problem if it were that. At least not a “I will flood the whole damn seat if we don't get out of here soon” problem.

Hermione exhaled slowly and looked around the cab and the motorway as if she knew her way around here enough to tell how much longer this ride would take. Then she remembered that she did not know her way around and looked at him again. “I can only offer you a bottle,” she said with a sad half-smile and tilted her hand holding the empty plastic bottle.

Severus curled his lips. “I can hardly -” He glanced at Dave, but he seemed completely oblivious to the fact that they were talking. “- piss into that right here!”

“Well, he surely won't notice!” She talked a bit louder, but even that didn't make the man aware of their conversation. He didn't even check the rear mirror. 

Severus closed his eyes when the cab began moving again. “I'll keep it in mind as a plan B,” he muttered. Maybe it wouldn't take them that much longer to get at least off the motorway. Surely he could ask (or rather scream at) the cab driver to stop for a moment so he could piss at a tree or something like that. 

“As you wish,” Hermione said and grasped his hand again.

Severus squeezed hers in return. 

And some other parts of his body, too.

In the following about ten minutes, he was alternating between praying to some deity that they would get out of this traffic hell soon, or imploring his bladder to stay strong. Sometimes, he was also cursing the fact that he was in this situation to begin with, that he had to almost constantly squeeze his cock to distract his body with another kind of sensation, even if it only lasted for a couple of seconds. 

How had this become so bad so quickly anyway? It wasn't as if they had been stuck here for an hour or so already, it had only been half an hour since they'd left Hermione's parents! 

He groaned again when the cab stopped. 

And when a spurt of piss finally leaked from the tip of his cock despite his hardening grip, he tore his eyes open. “Fuck.”

Hermione just looked at him, eyebrows raised, and wordlessly offered him the empty bottle again.

Goddammit. Severus bared his teeth as he glared at the stupid bottle. 

His bladder twinged as if sensing the release, almost painfully, but definitely short of surrendering, and he snatched the bottle from Hermione's hand. “I can't believe I'm doing this,” he muttered, his eyes fixed on Dave's head while he opened his fly and shifted in the seat, trying to get his cock out. 

“Better this than flooding the leather seats,” Hermione reminded him softly.

“We're through this soon!” Dave informed them then and Severus flinched like caught in the act, his cock half out of his trousers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“That's great!” Hermione yelled back and gave the man a thumbs-up.

Severus scowled at her.

“What?”

He grumbled under his breath, hesitating for a second longer to see this through. Especially when he looked out the window and locked eyes with the driver of another car for a second. Heat flooded his face and he glanced down at himself again, at his hand, which was holding his cock, mortified. 

“They cannot see you,” Hermione murmured, patting his knee. “The windows are tinted.”

“I can see it,” he muttered back, though. 

She tilted her head, smiling sympathetically. “If that helps, I find this extremely sexy.”

“Of course, you do,” he mumbled. But his cock was out enough that he couldn't hide the telltale twitch. 

She wriggled her eyebrows knowingly.

“Oh, do shut up, woman.”

“I didn't say anything. But I could tell you that I'm extraordinarily jealous that you can touch yourself like that here, while I could never reach my private parts without being caught, no matter how soaked my knickers are already.”

His cock twitched again and swelled a bit, causing Severus to groan. “You're not making this easier!”

“Don't know what you're talking about. As far as I can see it, you're waiting for your -” She glanced at Dave again. “- piss,” she mouthed, “to magically appear in the bottle.”

“Minx,” he muttered and finally twisted the cap off the bottle, thrusting it into Hermione's hands with a scowl.

She smiled triumphantly. 

Huffing, Severus pressed the tip of his suffering cock against the mouth of the bottle and closed his eyes while he focused on letting go.

And considering that he'd dribbled into his pants already, that should have been so much easier than it turned out to be! But the stupid traffic decided to go another few metres the moment he wanted to let go, causing him to clench everything at once. “I can't do this … Not here, of all places!” he whisper-exclaimed.

“But you can pee yourself?”

“Fuck …” He squeezed his eyes shut, then the cab stopped again and he surrendered to fate. 

It was a shy trickle at first, the warm droplets running along the inside of the bottle so he could feel it against his cool fingers. Then he swallowed thickly and pushed a bit to get things going. Made no sense to drag this out longer than he already had.

The trickle grew into a stream that pattered into the bottle, loud enough to make the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. What if Dave heard something after all? He chanced a glance at the back of his head.

“It's fine,” Hermione assured him softly and squeezed his knee. 

“Nothing about this is fine,” Severus muttered, but he couldn't have stopped now, even if he wanted to. Not yet, that was. He would have to stop eventually; the bottle only held half a litre, that wouldn't be enough to empty his bladder fully. “Can you see how full it is?” he murmured to Hermione.

She tilted her head. “'Bout half.”

Oh, thank god! He moaned softly and released more piss into the bottle. Then he could feel it, too. The heat against his hand. His cock hardened further. 

“You're killing me,” Hermione whispered and shifted in her seat, her eyes jumping back and forth between Dave and the bottle he was filling up with something that wasn't supposed to go into a bottle. 

“Tell me about it …”

She giggled frenetically, then she unobtrusively rubbed her middle against the seat a bit harder, moaning. 

The only good thing about the fact that Hermione was turned on that much from what he was doing was that she was turning him on as well, which meant his cock swelled further, which meant his piss stopped virtually on its own when the bottle was full. “Give me the cap,” he said, and almost spilt some of the piss when the cab suddenly began moving again and gaining speed. 

“We're through it!” the driver yelled happily and switched the taximeter back on, just when they were passing by the accident scene that fate had thrown his way.

“Wonderful!” Hermione yelled back while handing him the cap, and Severus snorted because he knew exactly where her excitement was coming from. “Was that enough?” she asked him, then.

“Has to be,” he mumbled back and put the bottle full of piss down between his feet.

“Give it to me!” She wiggled her fingers greedily.

“Seriously?!”

“Why, yes! I'm taking that, and you're packing your-” Another glance at Dave. “-beautifully hard cock back where it belongs!”

He groaned again and furtively handed her the bottle, once again keeping an eye on Dave. 

Hermione cursed softly when the warm bottle of piss touched her hands. “I wish I could -”

“Don't!” he hissed, trying to get his cock back where it belonged. It was bad enough he pissed into a bottle on the backseat of a cab, he couldn't come on top of that!

She chuckled and rolled the bottle in her interlaced hands, still rubbing her core against some seam in her trousers or whatever.

Severus couldn't look at her, or he would come after all. 

Luckily, the rest of the drive didn't take that long anymore, then. Not long enough, at least, for his bladder to fill up again noticably, or for his cock to go down fully. Hermione climbed out of the car when it stopped in front of the house where their rental was, hiding the bottle from view as best she could, and Severus paid Dave.

“Sorry for the delay, sir!” he said loudly.

“No problem,” Severus ground out and gave him another note, just because he happened to be hard-of-hearing and wonderfully oblivious to everything that had transpired behind him.

“Thank you!” he exclaimed in surprise and Severus left him with a non-committal smile, grimacing from the discomfort in his trousers.

Hermione stood on the pavement, smirking.

“Let's get inside,” Severus muttered, looking up and down the street.

“Still need the loo?” she quipped.

“No,” he said in a dark voice, “I need you, now!”

A beautiful blush blossomed on her cheek. “Yes, please,” she murmured, “as long as we do something with this as well.” She nodded at the bottle full of piss, and Severus cursed under his breath and ushered her inside before he could soil his pants one way or another after all …

Chapter Text

The third of January, Hermione found, was a lot nicer being in Australia than being in Scotland. Sunlight was filtering through a gap in the curtains, birdsong made her actually want to wake up, and sleeping naked was infinitely more comfortable if you didn’t have to be careful not to leave a single gap in the duvet to avoid bloody frostbite.

She smirked and turned to her back - finding that Severus wasn’t lying beside her anymore. She harrumphed. “Spoilsport …”

But at least he hadn’t got dressed yet, as she found when she tiptoed out of the bedroom a couple of minutes later, only wearing his white shirt from last night. He was sitting at the kitchen table, his dressing gown hanging open around his shoulders and his naked feet crossed underneath his chair.

“What’re you doing?” she yawned into his ear and put her hands on his shoulders, brushing them down his front until she found his bare chest.

“Just some brainstorming.” He turned enough to pull her onto his lap.

“About what?”

But he didn’t answer. Instead, he brushed her hair over her shoulder and began kissing her neck, doubtlessly leaving a lovebite or two.

She moaned, craning her neck and wriggling on his lap, but then she snatched the piece of paper he’d been scribbling on and tried to decipher his scrawl. There was a word that could mean “pee”, but she couldn’t make out what he wanted to do with said pee. “What do you want to do with pee?” she asked.

He snatched the paper from her hand and kept on kissing her, his face buried in her cleavage now.

Ugh. She rolled her eyes and grasped his head to make him look her in the eyes. “Tell me what you want to do with our pee, love!”

He scowled at her. “I should’ve stayed in bed.”

“Undoubtedly.” She smirked. “But you didn’t. So?”

He groaned and put the paper back on the table. “This,” he said and pointed at the scribble in the top right corner of his notes she’d tried to decipher, “is only an easy spell I came up with that should increase the amount of pee we’re releasing.”

She sucked in a breath. “You plan to make your bladder burst without me? How dare you?!”

He snorted. “I would never. This will not increase the amount of pee in the bladder, it will increase it when we’re releasing it. It’s anchored to the urethral opening and everything that passes it will multiply.”

She involuntarily uttered a sound so close to a moan that she bit her lip. “Does it work for cum as well?” she whispered.

Severus cocked an eyebrow. “It might …”

One day you’re going to kill me, I swear to god. Hermione took a deep breath to calm her fanny down and dispel the thought of an actual golden shower for at least another couple of minutes. There was more to find on this piece of paper and she wanted to know what. So, “Interesting,” was the only thing she said, albeit in a high-pitched voice.

He chuckled. “No need to hide your excitement, Hermione, I created it only for you. Just in case you want me to fill another bottle …”

“If you can only fill a bottle with that spell, I don’t want it.”

He arched an eyebrow. “What scales are you thinking about, then?”

“Oh, I don’t know, tubs?” she replied cheekily.

Severus almost choked on his own saliva. “Well,” he sighed, “I’ll do my very best …”

“And I love you for that.” She kissed him. “But first, I want to know what all of this is.” She let her hand circle over the rest of the paper, which was covered in so many tiny notes that it had to be utterly impossible to read even for Severus!

He smirked. “That is also for you. If I can make it work, that is.”

“Oh, put me out of my misery, Severus! I’m soaking through my knickers as it is already.”

“I thought as much.” He put his hand on her neck and pulled her down for a greedy kiss. Getting away from the castle for a couple of days had done him exceptionally well.

And despite her curiosity, Hermione indulged him for a moment, treating him to the snog he deserved for that spell they would try out as soon as he’d told her about the rest of his brainstorming if she had it her way. They had a wonderfully huge tub in their rental, perfect to -

She grasped his wand from the table. “Accio glass!” It came flying, and she caught it. “Aguamenti!”

“What are you doing?”

“Hydrating you! Here, drink this!”

“Oh, my,” he muttered, but his eyes were twinkling as he obeyed and emptied it without putting it down once.

“Good boy,” Hermione cooed and rubbed her wet middle against his hardening bulge before she refilled it.

He huffed. “You do realise that I won’t be able to pee if you make me hard, right?”

“Oh, don’t you worry! I’ll take care of that beforehand …” She smiled sweetly.

Moaning, Severus mumbled, “One day, you’re going to kill me …”

“Funny, I just thought the same!” She carded her fingers through his silky hair; doubtlessly, he’d showered already, but it had been long enough ago for his hair to be dry again. Once an early riser, always an early riser. “Well, what about the rest of the brainstorming?”

Severus hummed and a slight blush crept into his cheeks, one she was sure had nothing to do with her teasing. “That …” He lowered the half-full glass.

Interesting … She cocked her head, brushed her fingers along his face and smiled when he met her eyes, no more joking on her face.

He exhaled slowly and a tiny shudder rippled through his body. “It’s a potion,” he finally began, “one that … is meant to keep me constipated for longer than my beige food could ever bug me.” He cast her defiant glance.

Hermione blinked. “But … why?”

The blush deepened. “Because of what you shared the other day. In Glen’s classroom.”

Now it was her turn to blush, and she knew it wasn’t only a slight one. Judging by how hot her face burned, it had turned scarlet. “Oh, boy,” she murmured, embarrassed. She’d tried not to think about that moment all too much anymore, about how much it had turned her on to see Severus’ belly swollen from being constipated and filled to the brim with water to loosen the whole thing up. She had no problem imagining how uncomfortable he must have been, so indulging in that kink wasn’t anything she’d ever ask him to. Lust had to end where their health was at risk. “Why would you do that to yourself?” she asked at last, leaning her forehead against his. “It’s not worth your discomfort.”

“If I get it right, I won’t experience discomfort. Well, not too much at least. Else I could just get myself constipated without magical help.”

She swallowed thickly, too many emotions balling up in her chest. “Isn’t it dangerous, though? What if you’re hurting your bowels?”

“Magic, Hermione,” he reminded her again. “I didn’t fill a whole page with this project for nothing. It’ll take me another couple of days to figure this out fully, but in the end, it should be safe and harmless. Extremely messy, though, in the end.” He hunched his shoulders.

“I don’t mind a mess,” she said, cheeks still burning. “I just don’t want you to suffer for my sake.”

“It’s not only for your sake,” he said softly. “Something about that idea is tempting me as well. I wouldn’t consider this if I didn’t want it.”

She nodded. “Okay. But only if you’re sure it’s safe! Some sexy time isn’t worth risking your health.”

“I’ll make sure it’s safe,” he promised and kissed her again, passionate enough to have her relax against him. He ended it with a moan and a squirm, though. “The water’s passing right through me,” he murmured.

She grinned, her former horniness gaining centre stage again. “Good!” she cooed and slipped from his lap to sink down on her knees.

He arched his eyebrows. “Here?”

“Why not?” She tapped against one of the legs of the chair he was sitting on, urging him to scoot around a bit. “You could work on that potion some more while I take care of this.” She parted his legs and inched between them, smiling as she was faced with his tented briefs. The thin black fabric did nothing to hide or tame his arousal.

“I’m good at focusing,” Severus said in a breathy voice, “but not that good.” He groaned, his thighs tensing, when she freed his cock from his briefs. It twitched in her hand.

“It’s turning you on how full you are, isn’t it?”

“Gods, yes,” he sighed, watching through hooded eyes as she lazily pumped her hand up and down his rock-hard, silky length.

“Will you leak?”

Severus shook his head. “No, not yet.”

“Mhh,” she moaned and circled her middle against her folded legs.

“Fuck.”

She leaned in and took him into her mouth, first only his tip (he hissed at the contact and she was hit by the taste of his bitter, tangy pre-cum), then half of his length (he tangled his hand in her hair), then as far as she could without making herself gag (he grunted gutturally).

Closing her eyes, Hermione stopped thinking and gave herself to pleasuring Severus, sliding her mouth up and down his length with abandon. His tip met the roof of her mouth with every stroke, his moans became more urgent, and saliva was soon seeping out around her lips. When it became too much, she let him pop out fully to swallow, moaning at the sight of his bobbing length. “Am I on the right track?”

Severus was panting. “What makes you doubt yourself?” he quipped, “My rock-hard member or the fact that I’m close to a heart-attack?”

She chuckled. “That you’re not guiding my head, actually.” He always urged her down on his length a bit when she was sucking him off. Not uncomfortably, just … reassuringly.

“I’m a bit overwhelmed up here,” he said throatily, “but you’re doing amazing.”

“Good,” she grinned again and returned to complete what she’d promised him.

His taste exploded on her tongue again as she took him back in, and Hermione moaned, only to give him some vibration.

Severus gasped and his grip in her hair hardened.

That’s what I mean, love. She circled the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock, positively making him flinch in his chair.

“Goddammit!” he cursed under his breath and doubled over a bit, only to whimper from the pressure that put on his bursting bladder.

She sped up her movements then, suckled on his cock with a bit more devotion, and massaged his balls through the fabric of his briefs as well.

Severus began squirming underneath her, then, uttering a variety of sounds that shot straight into her middle, that turned into barely intelligible words when she licked him closer to his climax. “God,” he panted, “I’m close,” he groaned, “I can’t,” he whimpered, and then he sucked in a breath and exploded in her mouth.

Holding his breath, he stiffened and balled his hand into a fist so hard it hurt. Her eyes watered both from that jolt of pain and from his cum erupting into the back of her mouth. She tried her best to swallow it all, but some seeped out of her mouth, thin from her saliva, and Hermione gasped as the pain from her scalp turned into warm pleasure trickling down her back.

Eventually, Severus slumped, panting heavily, and released her hair. “‘m sorry,” he mumbled, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She brushed her hand over her mouth. “It’s fine, I liked it.” She smiled at him, cheeks burning and mouth still full of his taste, while Severus tried to smooth out her curls, twisting his face into a grimace.

“You were amazing,” he said tenderly.

“Thank you.”

Then he groaned again and arched his back. “But if you want to try this spell, we should get into the bathroom now.”

“Oh, I absolutely want to try it.” She scrambled to her feet, but found herself stumbling because they’d turned numb. “Bugger.”

“No time for that,” Severus muttered and tossed her his wand before he unceremoniously swept her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom.

Hermione giggled excitedly. “I’m so sorry for making you drink all that water!”

“I don’t mind,” he assured her, “I’m just about to lose control.”

“You know how to turn on a girl,” she murmured into his ear and earned herself a muttered curse.

Putting her down on the edge of the tub, Severus took his wand from her and cast the charm he’d created while Hermione shrugged out of his shirt and her knickers, unsuccessfully trying not to move her prickling legs too much. She hissed from that sensation, but climbed into the tub nevertheless.

“Oh, you must be kidding me!” Severus exclaimed when he laid eyes on her, gripping himself hard.

“What?!”

He cocked an eyebrow. “You’re lucky I’m bloody old, Hermione! How else would I’ve been supposed not to get rock-hard yet again at the sight of your exposed pussy?” He gestured at her parted legs and sopping folds.

She’d sat down sideways in the tub, her knees in front of her chest, and had just let them fall open. “How else am I supposed to sit if I want you to piss on me?” she laughed and snatched his wand from his hand to put her hair up in a messy bun. Then she propped the plug into the drain.

Surprisingly, that simple action sufficed to shut Severus up at once. He gulped. “You’re planning to turn this into a bath?”

Smirking, she said, “Hell yes! I want to see how much increase we’re actually talking about.” She wiggled her fingers at him greedily at last. “Give it all to me!”

He groaned, half from lust and half from relief, if she wasn’t mistaken, and leaned his knees against the wall of the tub for a bit of support. “Thank god,” he muttered and gripped his flaccid, but still glistening cock to aim it at her belly.

The first drops came shyly and pattered onto her feet, but his stream strengthened quickly and finally hit the skin just under her belly button.

“That’s it,” Hermione moaned and leaned her head against the tiled wall, taking in the sight of his piss streaming from his tip and how unbelievably good it felt on her body. She began circling her clit with two fingers, smirking when Severus swallowed again.

“Take your fingers away,” he said in a dark voice and aimed his stream at her nub when she complied.

“Mh!” she moaned gutturally, pulled up the soft skin protecting her clit to expose the sensitive spot underneath it, and shivered from a jolt of lust that made her legs twitch. She put her free hand down at her side and bit her lip when she found his piss was building a puddle around her bum already. “I want more,” she said and moved her pelvis up and down as if meeting his cock.

“Don’t worry, I’m still painfully full.” He aimed a bit lower to hit her folds, and Hermione gasped, then she reached down to part them for him with two fingers, showing him the rhythmic pulsing of her inner muscles.

“Bloody hell,” Severus cursed under his breath and his stream faltered for a moment as his cock twitched. She bit her lip as she watched him soak up that sight before him, she in the tub, being showered in his piss and writhing from lust. The tangy smell of urine thickened around them, but Hermione didn’t mind one bit. On the contrary, it turned her on, so much so that she needed more. More friction, more stimuli, just more!

“Fuck, I need to …” she mumbled and pushed two fingers into her slick channel, fucking herself vigorously. Severus aimed his piss at her breasts, then, teasing her hard nipples and making her cry out from pleasure. “Severus,” she moaned, the sounds of her own finger-fucking and the splashing of his piss mingling with her moans. The gauge was rising around her, urine lapping at her fingers with every single one of her thrusts, a warm, filthy sea Severus had created all on his own. “How much more?” she panted.

“I’m about halfway empty now, I’d say.”

“Thank fuck,” she breathed and fucked herself harder. Blood was pulsing in her cheeks, she trembled from the intensity of sensations, and when Severus aimed lower again, she pushed her hand away enough for him to hit her clit again. Her moaning swelled into a constant wail while her fingers and his piss spiralled her closer and closer to her orgasm, and when it crashed into her, she arched her back and thrust her free hand into the sea of Severus’ piss, making it sprinkle her arms, chest, belly, and thighs.

It was a mighty orgasm, strong enough to make her hold her breath and push her buttocks up from the tub, fully ignoring the hard rim, painfully digging into her spine. Stars were exploding in front of her eyes, and Severus’ unbridled stream hitting her clit dragged her high out even longer.

Eventually, it was her turn to slump panting, and she smiled blearily when she heard him murmur, “Divine …”

He aimed his stream into the tub, then, causing it to patter loudly. “Still not done?” she asked groggily.

“Nope.”

She chuckled and sat up a bit, closing her legs and wincing from the pain that caused her. But she didn’t move to leave the tub. Even with the lust satiated, she enjoyed the warmth of Severus’ piss against her skin; it made her feel properly filthy and depraved, and she dragged her hands through it as if it were clear spring water.

“Almost there,” he announced eventually, “finally!”

Hermione giggled. “Getting weak already, my love? The tub isn’t even half full - and that’s with me in it!”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “I can’t wait to see how much you enjoy needing almost twenty minutes to empty your bursting bladder!”

“Oh, don’t pretend you wouldn’t enjoy every single second of this! You’re swelling again, mister!”

He grumbled under his breath. “It’s hard not to with the sight of you all bathed in my piss and enjoying it …”

“See?” She smirked, and by the time he was finally empty, his cock was half-hard again. “Now, sit down with me and show me how much cum the spell can make out of what is still in those balls!”

He huffed. “Such a filthy mouth …” Yet he did as she told him and climbed into the tub to sit down on the edge. “This feels illegal,” he muttered and wiggled his toes in his own piss.

“I’m finding I like illegal, then.”

He shook his head in disbelief. “I ruined Hermione Granger … If I didn’t have a place in hell before we got together, I sure have one now.”

“Nah,” she grinned, “you didn’t ruin me. You freed me. I’ll forever be grateful for everything we experience together, Severus. I never felt so comfortable in my own skin as with you.” She made sure he got the depth of those words, then she pushed up to kiss him.

He moaned against her lips, and Hermione grasped his cock to pump it, making him flinch in surprise. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, but it didn’t take him even a minute until his cock was rearing up between them again.

“Pleasure yourself and I pleasure me,” Hermione whispered and sank back into his piss, not breaking eye contact while she reached down to fondle her clit again.

Severus swallowed drily and his eyes dropped to her hand. She chuckled and allowed herself to watch him fist himself as well.

It was a mesmerising sight, watching the velvety skin of his cock crinkle at the tip only to be pulled back again and expose his red, glistening tip. Severus’ breathing got harder quickly, and Hermione moaned to spur him on. She wasn’t quite ready to come again yet, but she did enjoy the soft shivers of lust all of this was causing her. There was a lot of pleasure to find in sex, even if climaxing wasn’t the goal, she found.

And when Severus muttered, “I’m close,” she bit her lip and said, “I can’t wait,” before speeding up her movements a bit just for his enjoyment. His piss lapped around the tub again and Severus curled his free hand around the edge, his eyes fixed on her hand, grunting with every harsh stroke he gave himself.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, and his eyes darted to meet hers.

He grimaced from pleasure, his face flushed and covered in perspiration. “I love you,” he pressed out.

“I love you, too.”

And then, he came.

Hermione sucked in a breath and watched as he unravelled with a cry, frantically aiming his cock at her belly again, and …

Oh wow … He was usually cumming generously already, but this … Thick ropes of creamy white shot out the tip of his cock, hitting her skin as if they were being violently squeezed out of a bottle.

Severus whimpered almost desperately as he watched it happen, three spurts, four, five, six … “Bloo-ody he-ell,” he murmured, trembling, still tumbling through his orgasm; as it seemed, this increasing spell prolonged his climax from how long it took his body to push out the copious amounts of cum.

Hermione moaned, baffled by how much it was. A thick layer of cum covered her belly already and dripped into his piss, and Severus was still going. It was about as much as his usual wee, and she reached out her hand and let it splash against her palm.

When the spell eventually released him from his high, Severus groaned exhaustedly, almost slipped from the edge of the tub. Some last drops of cum leaked from the tip of his spent cock and as he caught his breath, he let his head hang.

“How close have you been to dying?” she grinned.

He huffed, glanced at her. “In twenty years’ time, you might have to do CPR.”

“Damn,” she said softly, still grinning wildly as she rubbed his cum into her skin. “I want to try this as well soon.”

“Oh, trust me, you will. Next time, I’ll be bathing in your piss!”

“Deal,” she said and pushed up to kiss him again.