[Requested by MeliMontecino] Father Severus
Father Severus Snape briskly walked down the dimly lit corridors of St. Agatha's All Girls Catholic School, his black cassock swished with each determined stride. The echoes of his footsteps reverberated off the ancient stone walls, blending with the distant sound of organ music drifting from the chapel. If one asks why he chose this life path, he'll most likely answer with some religious bullshit he had learned for the past 17 years as a priest. One thing he had genuinely followed throughout his catholic life was his celibacy. It's quite an easy one to follow for him if he can be honest; he swore that he would never fall in love nor be sexually attracted to anyone ever again the moment that his former high school crush and best friend started dating his bully. With a stern expression etched upon his angular features, Severus cast a disdainful glance at the array of religious paintings lining the corridor—a silent reminder of the institution's devout commitment to faith and discipline.
The classroom was a haven of academic order as Father Severus Snape meticulously organized his notes on the lectern. Shuffling papers filled the room as he prepared for the day's lesson. Students filed into the room, taking their seats with the practiced routine of a well-disciplined congregation.
As Severus looked up, his eyes caught sight of Hermione Granger settling into her desk, her diligent posture and studious demeanor impossible to ignore. A pang of discomfort twinged in his chest, a sensation he vehemently refused to acknowledge. The similarities between Hermione and Lily Evans were far too glaring—those intelligent eyes, the fervent pursuit of knowledge, and the unyielding determination etched upon their faces.
Severus cleared his throat, suppressing the disconcerting thoughts that threatened to surface. "Good morning, class," he announced in his resonant voice, the authority inherent in his priestly role lending an air of command to the room.
Severus found it increasingly challenging to divert his attention from Hermione as the lesson unfolded. Her insightful queries and the astute way she absorbed information only intensified the parallels he drew between her and the haunting memory of Lily.
The passage of time seemed to blur as Severus continued with the lesson, his internal struggle masked by a façade of impassivity. He sternly reminded himself of the boundaries that must not be crossed, the sanctity of his vows that must remain inviolate.
However, the inner turmoil grew more pronounced as the day progressed. A simple gaze in Hermione's direction became an unintended journey into the corridors of his past, his heart disturbingly fluttering. How can he, a middle-aged priest, find himself blushing and even fumbling at the presence of his student.
The air in the classroom was thick with tension as Father Severus Snape perused the stack of essays spread out on his desk. He glanced sternly over the sea of expectant faces, his gaze finally settling on Hermione Granger. She sat, perhaps unaware of the storm about to unleash upon her, her eyes focused intently on the pages of her textbook.
Severus paused, his dark eyes narrowing as he singled out Hermione's essay. The title, written in neat handwriting, caught his attention: "The Inherent Flaws of the Catholic Church: A Critical Analysis."
His thin lips pressed into a firm line, and the corners of his mouth dipped in disapproval. Severus deliberately approached Hermione's desk, holding her essay with stern authority.
"Miss Granger," he intoned, his voice cutting through the ambient whispers of the classroom. "I believe we need to discuss the content of your essay."
Hermione looked up, her expression confident but with a glint of apprehension in her eyes. "Father Snape, I only aimed to provide a thoughtful critique—"
Severus raised a hand, cutting her off with a steely gaze. "Critique is one thing, Miss Granger. Blatant criticism of the teachings and principles of the Catholic Church is another matter entirely."
"The Church," Severus began, his voice resonating through the room, "is a sacred institution that has withstood the test of time. It is not for you or anyone else to cast aspersions upon its teachings without respect and understanding."
As he spoke, Severus walked to the front of the classroom, every step calculated to amplify the gravity of the situation. He turned to face the class, essays still in hand, his eyes scanning each student as if warning them against following Hermione's perceived insubordination.
Hermione swallowed, her eyes unwavering but tinged with a hint of defiance. "Father Snape, I believe in questioning and seeking knowledge. It's an integral part of learning."
Severus's eyes bore into hers, his expression unyielding. "Questioning is encouraged, Miss Granger, but your words go beyond mere inquiry. They reek of disdain and a lack of reverence for the values we uphold in this institution."
He took a deep breath, regaining his composure before delivering the final blow. "I find it necessary to remind you of the sanctity of the principles we follow here at St. Agatha's. In light of your blatant disregard for these principles, you will serve a detention this Saturday to reflect upon the gravity of your words and actions."
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of indignation flickering across her features. "A detention, Father Snape?"
Severus's gaze remained unwavering. "Miss Granger, open dialogue should be approached with respect and decorum. Your essay lacked both. You will spend your detention contemplating the values we uphold here and consider the consequences of your words."
He handed her the essay, his expression leaving no room for argument. The bell rang, signaling the end of the class, and as the students filed out, Hermione cast one last, defiant glance at Severus Snape.
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The detention room was a small, dimly lit chamber tucked away in the depths of St. Agatha's, its walls adorned with faded religious paintings. Father Severus Snape sat behind a plain wooden desk, a stern expression etched on his face as he awaited the arrival of Hermione Granger. The air felt heavy with anticipation, a palpable tension hanging in the room.
The door creaked open, and Hermione sauntered in with an air of nonchalance that made Severus narrow his eyes. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and a mischievous smile played on her lips as she strode toward the desk.
"Father Snape," she purred, her tone laced with a hint of mockery. "I must say, I never thought I'd be in detention with a priest. What would my parents say?"
Severus glared at her, unamused by her attempts at banter. "Miss Granger, this is not a time for frivolous remarks. You are here to reflect on your inappropriate essay and the lack of respect you showed for the principles of this institution."
Hermione rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh, come now, Father Snape. It was just an essay. I'm sure the Catholic Church can withstand a little criticism."
Severus's patience wore thin, but he maintained his composure. "Criticism is one thing, Miss Granger. Disrespect is another. You are here to learn the importance of maintaining a decorous and respectful discourse."
Hermione leaned against the desk, a playful glint in her eyes. "Decorous and respectful? Sounds terribly dull, Father. I thought you priests were supposed to be all about forgiveness and turning the other cheek."
Severus sighed, realizing that Hermione was intent on testing his patience. "This detention is an opportunity for you to reflect on your actions, Miss Granger. I suggest you take it seriously."
Hermione's smirk only widened, and she began to tap her fingers rhythmically on the desk. "So, Father, do you ever get bored of all this holier-than-thou attitude? Must be a real buzzkill at parties."
Severus fixed her with a stern gaze. "This is not a matter of parties, Miss Granger. It's about the values and principles that govern this institution."
But Hermione seemed unfazed. "Values and principles, right. Because criticizing the Church is such a cardinal sin, isn't it?"
Severus leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Enough, Miss Granger. You are not here to engage in flippant banter. Your actions have consequences, and it's high time you understood that."
But Hermione continued to push his buttons, a devilish glint in her eyes. "Oh, Father, you're so serious. You could use a bit of fun in your life. Ever thought of breaking a rule or two?"
Severus shot her a withering look; the frustration was evident in his voice. "Miss Granger, your attitude is not only disrespectful but also intolerable. This detention is not a joke, and I expect you to treat it with the gravity it deserves."
"Oh, I know you're not joking, Father Snape." Hermione teased. His title as 'Father' coming from her mouth sent shivers down his spine. Oh, how much he loved hearing her call him that. So Sinful, and he loves it.
Severus clenched his jaw, his knuckles whitening as he struggled to maintain composure despite Hermione's relentless teasing. He fought to suppress the way her playful tone sent a shiver down his spine, the forbidden thrill of hearing her address him with the reverence reserved for a priest igniting a dangerous spark within him. With each syllable that fell from her lips, he felt the weight of his vows bearing down upon him, a constant reminder of the boundaries he dared not cross.
"Miss Granger," he managed to choke out, his voice strained with frustration and desire. "Your insolence knows no bounds."
But Hermione merely chuckled, her eyes dancing with amusement as she leaned closer, the faint scent of her perfume wafting tantalizingly in the air. "Oh, Father, don't be such a killjoy. Where's your sense of adventure?"
Severus fought the urge to close the distance between them, his hands trembling with suppressed longing. He knew he should rebuke her to remind her of the seriousness of her transgressions, but the intoxicating allure of her presence clouded his judgment.
"Adventure has no place within these walls," he replied, his voice a low growl that betrayed the turmoil raging within him. "You would do well to remember that."
But Hermione only grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned back in her chair, her posture unapologetically defiant. "Oh, Father, you're no fun at all. I thought you priests were supposed to be more... open-minded."
Severus felt a surge of heat rise in his cheeks, his resolve waning in the face of Hermione's unabashed provocation. He knew he should end the conversation to end the temptation that threatened to consume him, but the allure of her presence was too potent to resist.
"Miss Granger," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "you test my patience in ways you cannot begin to comprehend."
But Hermione's smile only widened, her eyes alight with a fire that matched his own. "Maybe I like testing your patience, Father. Maybe I like seeing just how far I can push you."
Severus swallowed hard, the turmoil within him reaching a fever pitch as he struggled to maintain his composure. The forbidden desire that simmered beneath the surface threatened to consume him whole, but he knew he must resist, for to succumb to temptation would be to betray everything he had sworn to uphold.
He took a deep breath, resigning himself to his fate, knowing that he must do the right thing regardless of the personal cost. "Miss Granger, it is time to learn the consequence of your misbehavior. Go into that corner over there, bend over, and brace your hands against the wall." His eyes darken.
Hermione feigned innocence, giving Severus puppy-dog eyes. "What? Why?"
"Do you want to face the double punishment if you continue to delay? Go, I dare you."
Hermione's breath hitched before she shuffled slowly to the corner of the room, turning to face the wall as she bent over. Her plump ass pushed against her school skirt as she placed her palms flat against the wall, a coy smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
Severus rose from his seat, taking slow, deliberate steps as he walked towards Hermione. The tension in the air was palpable, the anticipation growing with each second. He loomed over her, his dark eyes burning with desire.
"Your insolence and impudence are unacceptable," Severus says in a silken voice. "Count." Severus pulls the ruler away and smacks it hard against Hermione's ass. He did this five times.
Hermione gives a small gasp each time, her legs quivering, her pert cheeks clenching from the sting of the ruler. "A-aren't you supposed to be forgiving, Father? Didn't Our Savior Jesus Christ say something about forgiving us seventy times seven?" Her response brings an evil smirk to Severus's lips, and he slowly walks around to her front to stand directly before Hermione. Her body trembling with want and anticipation.
"Are you asking me to forgive you?" His baritone timbre made Hermione's thighs quake.
"N-no."
"Good. You do not deserve forgiveness for your trespasses."
Severus moves swiftly back behind her, raises his free hand, and grabs a handful of Hermione's hair, pulling her head back from the wall. He leans forward and hisses into her ear.
"Your behavior reflects your inner corruption. Dirty little whores like you deserve to be punished for such insolence and misbehavior."
Severus drops the ruler to the floor in one fluid movement, snaking his arm around Hermione's waist. He unfastens her tie, placing it to the side, and begins working on the top two buttons of her blouse, just enough to give him access to the soft flesh of her breasts.
Hermione's breath hitches at the cool touch of Severus's leather glove, her nipples hardened against the lace cups of her bra. Her mouth is parted, panting softly, eyes fluttering closed as Severus's gloved hand caresses her supple chest, fingers brushing across her mounds and flicking her pebbled peaks through the fabric of her clothing.
"Perhaps I have yet to extract the inner depravity that lurks within." He whispers into the shell of her ear, teeth gently scraping against her jaw. "Our God should weep at the sins you will commit under my watch, Miss Granger."
Hermione's whimper becomes a loud groan of impatience as her wrists tug against her restraints. Severus's chuckle reverberates in his chest, the sound traveling throughout her body as she aches for his touch. With one of his hands gripping her torso, his free hand drops to his trousers, readjusting his belt.
Maintaining a gentle grasp on her curls, Severus pulls Hermione's body back as he unzips his pants and frees his massive manhood from its confines. Her eyes become wide in desire as she feels the thick weight against her clothed backside. Her senses go into overdrive, wishing to turn to gaze at him, the curve of his length making her cunt ache to be full.
"Let us see if we can unleash your true nature, hm?"
His breath is hot against the back of her neck, gloved fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties, tugging them aside. An electric current runs through Hermione's veins as the cool leather delicately brushes against her sensitive skin. Severus tugs at her curls, indicating her to dip her torso forward. Hermione follows his guidance, angling her pelvis and exposing her dripping pussy.
She can feel Severus's hardened manhood between her cheeks, gently rocking her hips to tease his leaking tip.
"And so impatient," Severus teases, releasing her waist and retrieving his manhood to rub along her drenched folds, coating himself in her slick. He watches, mesmerized, as he teases her sweet entrance.
"Please," Hermione purrs, looking over her shoulder with lidded eyes. "Need to be filled with you, Father."
He will not be asked twice. Severus slowly pushes the entire length of his shaft into her tight cunt, a satisfied hiss spilling from his lips. Her velvety walls pulsate around him, and he pulls back, maintaining only his tip within her as he makes her wait. Oh, how much Severus wanted to spill his seed inside her. To see her flat stomach slowly get rounded as she bear his children. Priest's children. Severus' cock twitched as he imagined her tight cunt filled to the brim with his spunk. He knew he wasn't supposed to do this. He wasn't supposed to be even imagining to fuck his student.
"Please! Move, please!" Hermione cries out, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, fingers gripping the flat wall.
Severus complies, pushing his throbbing shaft deeper into her, slowly easing his thrusts, allowing her body to become adjusted to the rhythm of his penetration. Hermione goes back, matching Severus's deep, aching penetrations. He smiles to himself, a moan on his lips. His fingertips find the hem of her shirt and blouse, bringing them up and exposing her bare back.
"So obedient, Miss Granger."
Severus reaches for her, turning her to look at him over her shoulder. He catches her sweet lips in a kiss, gloved fingers biting into the flesh of her hip as he continues to plow into her. A devilish smirk appears on his face, eyes darkening with sinful intent, before bringing his free hand back, delivering a firm smack to her bare ass cheek.
Hermione cries out at the slap, her cheeks pinking and glistening, arousal pooling in the corners of her mouth. "Fuck, yes! Give me more, Father," she pants. "More!"
Severus does just that, hitting her delectable ass, delighting in the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing off the detention room walls. She continues to ask for more, his pace never wavering as he delivers punishing blows to her supple behind. "Confess your sins now as I pound your slutty cunt harder." He growled.
He fucks her harder, gritting his teeth to concentrate on the task at hand. The burning sensation travels up his arms with each crack against her mounds, his cock twitching within her velvet walls. Fuck, his release is close; he can feel it, his eyes transfixed on her reddened butt.
"F-fuck!" Hermione shouts as the last of her coherent thoughts floods away, "I've been bad, Father Snape!"
"You have, my little witch," he coos into her ear. "Will you repent and accept your penance?"
Hermione nods fervently, eyes rolling in the back of her head from the onslaught of sensations of the priest's giant cock as it spreads her petals and spears her walls. "Please, Father, I'll do anything. Just please let me cum. Fill me, I'm all yours, Father."
"Yesss," Severus rumbles, a deep moan caught in his throat as his hands press against the wall in front of him, his shaft pounding harder into her. He reaches a gloved hand down and rubs the delicious hooded pearl between Hermione's spread lips.
She arches her back at the touch, pressing her ass further against his balls that have become firm from the position and want, throbbing to spurt deep inside her. Hermione was a beautiful, disheveled, moaning, and sweaty mess, and Severus was a complete goner. He is now in heaven and hell.
His thumb continues to circle Hermione's clit, pushing her towards the edge as his hips buck at a steady pace. "Cum," he growls with a dark voice.
The air turns heavy, making breathing harder for both of them. Sweat from their bodies drips down onto the linoleum floor, both panting for air as he rams harder, faster into her. "Severus..." his name trails from her kiss-swollen lips.
His response is a guttural grunt. "Hmph. Not gonna last... Hermione... need you... to cum. Fuck!"
His finger pads travel to her hardened bud, his tongue swiping across his lip as his face screws up in concentration, pounding into her with fast and relentless strokes. The knot in his stomach tightens, threatening to snap, but he refuses to release it until she crests around his rigid shaft.
It takes one last punishing strike to her ass and pinching her clit before she throws her head back and screams, "Fath—"
"Shh," he cautions in a low, raspy tone. "Don't tell the world how you are under my spell, little witch."
She bites her bottom lip, and Severus marvels at how she looks wholly wrecked, her face flushed and her tits bouncing with every thrust.
"Damn you, Father Snape! Feels too good, hngh!"
"Do not play that holy game with me, Miss Granger. Don't act like you're not enjoying this," he smirks, feeling his release coming closer.
He can feel the heat rise to her core, and he gives one final push, shoving his throbbing cock as deep as possible, stilling his hips as he grips her messy curls.
The hand that has been working her clit and making her writhe and moan comes up, collecting his handiwork. Severus slips his fingers into his mouth, the tangy essence of Hermione mixing with his saliva and giving him exactly what he needs.
She tasted as sinful as he imagined her.
Severus pulls his shaft almost all the way out of her before slamming back home, spilling his white hot release within Hermione's splayed folds.
Both of them panting hard, trying to catch their breath. She's so desperate for air, but fuck, that felt so good.
"F-Fuck, Father Snape," Hermione groans, realizing her backside hurts after being hit a lot of times while she rides her high. Hermione let out a quiet gasp as her juices, mixed with Severus's release, began to drip down her leg. It feels so wet. And warm. Her body wilted on his now softening dick, her elbows resting on the wall.
"Such a beautiful mess," Severus grinned, his dimples reappearing.
He removes his member, admiring the white that leaks from her dripping entrance. He walks to her front, pushing his slick digits to her lips. Hermione wets her lips, gladly taking his middle finger into her mouth, cleaning her previous secretions.
He watches as she closes her lips around his index finger, pulling his soaked thumb from her grasp. His chin drops to his chest, chest heaving as she cleans his gloved fingers of her remains. Severus catches her eyes, pulling his hand back, replacing his penis with the zipper of his pants.
"Such a gorgeous slut, Miss Granger. The way your body responded to my touch... I was right."
"Always a pleasure, Father," Hermione purrs, the sincerity in her eyes belying the sarcasm in her voice. "I want to have more detentions." She added.
"Oh, you'll have more, my child."