A hour in the future (severusxhermione)

The future

Narrator Pov

Hermione opened her eyes but immediately shut it when bright sunlight hit her straight on the face. A groan escape her lips. Lifting her hand, she uncover the emerald green blanket and tried to get up. Key word, TRIED. She immediately froze when she felt something coiled tighter around her waist. Keeping her in place. A deep sexy groan was heard from behind her. Hermione shut her lips tightly when she felt the person behind nuzzle their face against her hair. Light kisses were planted on her neck, earning a light moan from her as the person's right arm slid down her thigh and lift her thigh slightly. But Hermione didn't have time to think as the person spoke.

"You're awake early, it's Sunday honey and the kids already went to Hogwarts Last Friday. It's just you and I"

"Hmm" Hermione answered not knowing what else to say. Thinking quickly, she tried to act as naturally as possible and slowly turned her head back, pressing more into the tone muscles on the person's chest.

'Not that I noticed' she thought, flushing red.

But the moment Hermione saw the person, her jaw dropped, eyes widen and her voice lost. If it wasn't that she saw the the person often and for about 7 years, she would definitely not know who it is. But she was sure that she got the person right. There was no way she would mistake it.

Severus Snape. Professor Snape was in bed with her in the future. 

'How?' 

'Why?' 

'What in the world happened in the future?'

Hermione was suddenly brought out of her thought when something thick, long and big slammed inside her pussy.

"Ahhh" she half yelled, half moaned out. Only now realising that they were naked underneath and why Professor Snape lift her thigh.

"So tight! My wife, looks like your husband didn't fuck your cunt enough if you're still so tight in the morning" Professor groaned, he's voice deep and husky.

He pulled all the way out and slammed back in.

"Ahh, so big, s-slow d-d-down, ahhh" her left hand dug into the bedsheet underneath, while her right hand went on top of the blanket and gripped his hand that was holding her thigh up to make way for his cock. She didn't realise the title her Potion Professor called her, the invasion of his cock bring so much pleasure to cloud her mind.

"Is it dear? You like your husbands cock?" he asked, sucking on her neck. His cock continue to slam hard and rough in and out of her wet pussy. Hitting her sweet spot every time.

Hermione didn't answer, her tongue out and eyes roll back as moan continuedly come out of her mouth. She couldn't get anything out, every word messed up with the Professor's hard thrusting.

It was so big and thick, stretching her out to the point it felt as if his going to tear her vagina into two. The pleasure and pain mixed together was the best thing she had ever felt in her life.

Suddenly the Professor pulled out and stopped, earning a needy whine from Hermione. She was so close. She couldn't focus, only wanting the man's wand to continue making a mess in her.

The pleasure taking over her brain. The loss cleared her mind a bit, turning her head back to the man. "W-why?" she shakily asked. Breathing hard, her eyes tearing up from the lost of pleasure. Her pussy felt empty and loose, the Professor's thick cock no longer stretching it wide.

"W-why di-" she was cut of with the Professor kissing her roughly. Pushing his tongue in and immediately wrapping around hers.

"mmmm" she moaned inside, her hand going down and trying to find his cock to put back into her needy wet pussy. Just before reaching it, the Professor caught her hand.