Pit of Snakes (Lucius, Draco, Snape x Reader)

38 • Don't Stop

Smut ahead.

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He gave in to the temptation.

You still sat on the bed, leaning back on your arms. Looking up at him through your eyelashes you suddenly felt nervous. No one had touched you in two years. He hadn't touched you in two years.

As he approached you slowly your eyes were connected in a lustful staring competition. Your insides were screaming with anticipation and even surprise; was this really happening?

The sexual tension in the room sent a shudder of excitement through your body. Even the unspoken and unhealed anger, resentment and sadness made the tension stronger and all the more desperate.

His fingers graced both your knees as he stopped in front of you, carefully he moved them upwards across your thighs. The staring hadn't stopped, not until now, when he couldn't help but look down as he let his hands travel under your skirt. You looked down too, feeling your heart beat faster at the sight of his hands so close to your heat. A whimper left your lips as you'd forgotten to breathe properly, and the anticipation was just too strong.

«Move», he demanded, his voice low and deep. The sound of it had you weak, enhancing your already growing arousal. Shuffling backwards onto the bed you'd already restarted the staring competition. A part of you worried that if you lost, or you didn't listen, he would somehow regret this and leave. So you intended to completely submit yourself to him, as you'd fantasised about this moment since the day you left him in the corridor with no explanation.

He let his robes fall to the floor, and got on top of you, your body trapped beneath his presence. Gritting his teeth and parting his lips slightly he was hungry to dominate you, and maybe thrust just a little harder than he had before, as a way of releasing some of his anger and hurt.

You knew what he wanted when his eyes went to your shirt, and hoping he wouldn't rip it and break it you unbuttoned it as quickly as you could - to his satisfaction. Pushing the shirt off the edge of the bed he leaned down to kiss your chest as you arched your back so he could unclasp your bra. You had your eyes widened as you were tense from anticipation, still holding back your breath periodically, fearing that any noise would disrupt the trance he was in.

When he tossed away your bra you were only left in your skirt, panties and socks. The professor felt his painfully hard erection twitch when he laid his eyes upon your round breasts. Looking back into his eyes you recognised the anger among the lust, wondering what he was thinking. If he was thinking at all.

He leaned back down to kiss your chest, leaving a trail of them as he reached your hardened nipple. Taking it into his mouth he circled his tongue before he playfully had it between his teeth, biting down just a little. Just enough to make you involuntarily release another whimper. Although you'd feared to interrupt him, he only groaned in response. His arousal heightening. He started kneading your other breast in his big hand as he sucked roughly on the other, his little bites sending you through a rush of euphoria.

Withdrawing he looked at your face, focusing on your lips. Somehow it felt more intimate if he'd kissed them, so he found it hard to even try. Worried he would soften and lose himself to you the second your lips would meet. Instead he pulled your skirt and panties down in one movement, keeping his eyes fixed on yours he furrowed his eyebrows slightly. You weren't given even a second to wonder why before you felt two fingers enter you forcefully. You squealed loudly and he hissed at you as he covered your mouth with his free hand.

«Quiet», his deep growl in your ear sent shivers down your spine. You hoped you hadn't woken up the little girl who were peacefully asleep in the room next door, who was possibly the biggest chance to blow this for you. Withdrawing his fingers he decided to enter a third as he pushed in again, you closed your eyes shut as you felt your walls attempt to adjust to the sudden friction. Bucking your hips you met each thrust he gave you, your pulsating clit screaming for attention.