Naughty Professor - One shot imagine (Severus Snape x Reader) Smut

Naughty Professor - A one shot imagine

It was a beautiful November evening. The sun outside had quickly settled below the naked trees of the forbidden forest as the shadows had crept in closer. The degree was below the lowest point it had been in a long time, yet there hadn't yet been any sighting of snow. All that had been was rain for the last couple of nights: endless, pouring rain. But for this night, and this night only, the skies had cleared up for once and instead showcased a bright navy sky, filled with very small twinkling stars. There was a calm.

You had, just that September, began your 7th year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. It was going to be your last November at the school as you were taking your final classes before preparing to graduate that upcoming spring. Your grades weren't all that bad, especially in your favourite class, potions, where you over the last year had managed to excel all other students in the art that is brewing. However there was merely one reason for that, as your massive interest in your potions teacher, Professor Snape, was what had led to you paying closer attention than any of the other students. There was just something about him that you couldn't seem to put your finger on, but it was driving you absolute mad.

Nonetheless, it wasn't until today, on that still November evening, that you had decided to do something about your itch.

It had started somewhere during fourth grade, as you were only just 15 years old. A pack of young Slytherin boys had been at your back ever since a rumour, based on nothing other than his fantasies, had spread that you and a senior had banged it out in the astronomy tower. The bullying had gotten so intense the boys wouldn't leave you alone even at your classes and it wasn't until Professor Snape, the teacher that had until then seemed so mean, even cruel at times, stood up for you by giving them their scolding of a lifetime, that it stopped. It wasn't common for the professor to yell at the Slytherins, as they belonged to the house he ran and he always seemed to favour them above everyone else, so it was much to everyone's surprise. Ever since then you had begun to see the mysterious, dark professor with new eyes: thankful eyes, then kind eyes, then loving eyes and at last, as you'd grown older, lustful eyes.

He was a mysterious type of bloke; nobody really knew what his deal was. Tall, expressionless if not angry, all dressed in black much too big robes that left every shape of the body that you for so long had longed for to the imagination. He had jet-black shoulder length hair that you thought complimented his pale skin tone perfectly and sharp facial features with haunting onyx-coloured eyes and high cheekbones. His nose was large and crooked, and the small wrinkle between his eyebrows always seemed to make him look even more severe than perhaps he was. Then there was his voice; oh god his voice... deep and velvety, always controlled and never rose into more than a growl when he was angry which, to be fair, was quite often. The amount of times it had made you tingle in places you never knew were possible was endless.

But as you were simply a student, half his age at that, you never ever thought he'd like you back or even look at you the same way you did at him. No, Severus Snape wasn't able to see what a beautiful young woman you had blossomed into, or so it had seemed.

It hadn't been until Halloween night, just a few weeks prior, that you had begun to question whether you could be certain he still saw you as the child you had once been. Having dressed up as a sexy vampire, in a black short dress that greatly showed off your curves as well as some cleavage, enchanted fangs that dripped blood down your chin, with dark eye-makeup and your long, luscious dark hair curled silky-smooth over your shoulders, it wasn't much of a surprise that many of the boys your own age eyed you with dark horny eyes; saliva nearly dripping down their open mouths. But never would you have expected to see your professor, the same professor you had lusted after for so long, look at you with the same type of gaze. He tried to hide his interest, for obvious reasons, by keeping away from you and looking in every other direction. But you could see, from the corner of your eyes, that the minute you turned away, those deep onyx eyes were eating you alive, undressing you and fucking you senseless.

He wanted you too, or at least some part of him did, and it being your last year and all you could simply not let this opportunity pass by un-seized. You were going to make sure of that, this very night.

It was already after hours and although you knew more than well that students weren't allowed to roam the hallways at this hour, you had made it out of your house's common room and down into to the dungeons. The cobble walls were cold and seemingly damp from all the rain that had drenched the school just hours prior and as you made your way forward, you hugged your own tiny frame. Click-clack, the heels of your shoes went as you paced on - determined to where you was heading.

You hoped it was going to be a bit warmer in his office.

When you finally reached his door, you stopped to take a deep breath. You could still not entirely believe you were going to go through with this. You had wanted him for so long, dreamt of him kissing down your neck and caressing your smooth skin. That was either going to become your reality, or you were going to have the rejection of a lifetime.

You hesitated for a moment, even chuckled at yourself at how stupid this whole idea was. There was no way he was going to give into your fantasy, no matter how he had looked upon you on Halloween. He was a professional man that took his job very seriously and although you were technically legal it was still not allowed for a teacher to have any sort of involvement with a student. He was never going to do it, do you, even if it was indeed your wildest fantasy.
But then, as if your body just couldn't obey your mind, you felt your hand reach up to the door handle. You gently pushed it down, realized the door was unlocked and before you knew it, entered the room quietly.

As suspected, he was seated at his large wooden desk, caught up in paperwork when you suddenly walked into the room. He didn't hear you at first, as the crackling of the burning fireplace to his left and his own mumbling probably casted your silent steps off. His eyes trailed the papers in front of him as he wrote, his dark hair falling over the sides of his face. He looked tired, as if he'd had a long day, and all you really wanted to do was caress him and tell him everything was going to be okay. He needed a woman to take care of him, you thought - he needed you.

He didn't look up until the door made a small clicking noise behind you, indicating that you had now locked it, and as you met with his gaze you almost wanted to laugh again at how seemingly ridiculous this whole idea was. Just looking upon him, his stern face as he furrowed his eyebrows seeing you, your heart started to pound loudly in your chest and your breath started to hitch in your throat.

"Miss (y/l/n)." He said, not seeming all that surprised, but still perhaps a bit caught off guard.

Hearing him pronounce your name made your heart skip a beat once again. You always loved it when he said it in class, even though it was merely impossible for you to stop blushing after he'd done so.

"Professor..." you began, instantly forgetting all the words you had practiced up in your dorm that night.

"What are you doing up? Don't you know it's way past your hours?" He interrupted.

As you stepped closer, holding your potions book nervously pressed up against your chest, you tried not to look away from his curious gaze. Good, you thought. Cause it had been about five seconds and he hadn't yet cussed you out or thrown you to the lions. In fact, he didn't even look angry - simply inquisitive as he awaited your explanation; your stupid explanation that you for the life of you couldn't formalize into words as you now stood facing him.

"I know, professor..." you stuttered. "I just needed help with this homework question I'm working on, regarding the Amortentia potion."

"...And you simply felt it couldn't wait until morning?" He interrupted, a bit more suspicious as you sat down on the chair beneath his desk.

His eyes glared into yours as he curiously turned his head slightly to the side. Eyebrows were still furrowed, lips tight. You felt intimidated, but knew you couldn't back down now.

"Well, since it's Friday today I thought you might want to sleep in tomorrow, and besides... I wouldn't want to bother you on a weekend, sir."

Your voice was shaky and weak and you had to clear your throat multiple times. (y/n) what are you doing? Was all you could think to yourself, but you also couldn't help but admire how perfectly handsome he looked as he stared upon you with his full attention. If only for this moment and never again, he was all yours, and that was something you never truly had felt before as there always seemed to be someone else around. But as you two now sat here, with the rest of the castle sleeping away, you truly felt his presence right at your fingertips.

Oh how badly you just wanted to jump over that desk and kiss him all over. Feel his smooth lips over yours and maybe even bite him a little, just to really get a taste. You had never wanted anyone as badly as this, and the frustration was eating you alive. But if you were going to win this game, you had to play it strategically.

"So you thought it was better to run around the school after hours, just for the sake of some homework?" He questioned, and you had to clear your throat again as you felt your mouth go dry.

"I knew you'd be awake." You admitted, scooting your chair a bit closer to the desk.

You hadn't realized until now how tensed up you sat, with your legs tightly squeezed together, your shoulders high and your arms still hugging your book in an iron grip, so you tried to relax yourself a little, meddling slightly with your busy hair.

"How so?"

"I just..." you began. This was it. "I just know how much of a dedicated professor you are, how truly passionate you are about your work, sir. In fact, I've paid close attention to you for quite some time."

Your heart was now beating at a 350, simply a tattoo on your chest, as he looked you up and down, seeming a bit shocked. There was silence, for a short moment, before he finally parted his dry lips to speak once again.

"Alright." He simply agreed, his face returning to the closed and expressionless manners it usually kept. "Let's have a look then, shall we."

As he then accepted the book from you and your fingertips met with his cold, pale hands, you could feel a shot of electricity go up your spine. You wanted those hands all over you - you needed them. So you leaned forward just a tiny bit more as to make sure he noticed that one of the buttons of your school-shirt was undone and that you weren't wearing your tie. However, his gaze remained in the book once he had opened it.

"I just don't want you to turn this into a habit, Miss (y/n). Is that clear?" He then said before he finally looked up, and just as you had intended his dark eyes immediately shot down beneath your blouse. You could hear him draw a short, hot breath.

He then swallowed.

"I promise, sir." You said in your sweetest, most innocent voice as you leaned forward slightly. "I wouldn't want to do anything to disobey your rules, professor."

He cleared his throat and quickly shot his gaze back into the book, shaking his head slightly to himself as if he couldn't make any sense of any of this. He probably had no clue what you were up to, questioned whether this was all just some kind of sick prank. But why would you, one of his absolute best students, try to mess with him at this time of the night? It all made no sense to him, and he had trouble focusing on reading through the notes in your book.

"Do you think I've grasped the concept of how the mother of pearl sheen becomes visible in the Amortentia potion, professor? Or is there something I've missed?" You asked, getting up from the chair.

He then tried to avoid watching you as you leaned forward over the desk to try and get a good look at which of the paragraphs his eyes were following, but as you were too small to reach all the way over, you had to stand on your tippy toes and place your hands at the other end of the desk, basically exposing what was underneath your school-skirt to anyone that would pass you by from behind. Luckily nobody else was in the room.

He cleared his throat again.

"To understand just how the mother of pearl sheen becomes visible in Amortentia, you need to go back to chapter five and read about the ingredient in itself. Just explaining what it looks like in the potion is not enough; you have to understand exactly what it does. Besides, the description is all off as the mother of pearl is not revealed in the potions steams, but rather in the potion itself. I'll show you."

As he then got up from his chair, throwing the book at the desk on top of his pile of papers and made his way over to one of his many shelves of potions, you stood up properly and followed him with your hungry eyes. He was so much taller than you, and when he finally came up to where you were standing, holding a small flask containing a red sultry liquid, you had to bend your head slightly backwards to reach his gaze as he looked down on you. You were now just a foot apart, and you touched his hand once again as he handed you the potion after having unscrewed the cork.

You looked down into the tiny bottle and the small spirals of steam immediately hit you with a smell you instantly recognized - his smell; dark forests, musky masculine cologne and old books. The Amortentia potion had namely one characteristic that no other potion possessed, as the smell of it was multi-faceted and varied on what the person smelling it liked. You had wondered so badly what it smelt like to your professor, if it reminded him anything of you, and there had even been times when you'd thought about sneaking one into his morning coffee as Amortentia was known as the love potion. It possessed the power to make its drinker infatuated with the potions administrator, and was therefor considered a very dangerous potion.

You knew all of this and more, but still you couldn't help but play at least a little bit dumb just for the sake of getting closer to the man in front of you. So you placed yourself right in front of him, just a few inches away and looked down into the flask curiously.

"So, professor, is the mother of pearl that little silvery fade that you can see just at the top?" You then asked, before looking up again to meet his eyes. Your faces were now inches apart, and as you met with his dark gaze you felt yourself stop breathing completely. You just looked at him with your big innocent eyes and licked your lips slightly, his gaze tracing your every move. It then turned downwards again; to your chest and your beating heart, and for a split second you wondered if he could hear it.

"Yes, Miss (y/l/n)." Was all he could get out, as he for once didn't seem to come up with anything clever to say.

You turned around, swayed your hips slightly as you took the step forward towards the desk again, and you made him watch as you slowly leaned over to get the potions book from the other side, revealing just enough to keep him interested but not enough to come off as too obvious. Picking up the book, you then read him a paragraph out loud as you turned back around and took the step back towards him.

"I think you should head back to your common room, Miss (y/l/n). It's late." He then suddenly, to your surprise, interrupted, and you realized he had turned his attention elsewhere.

He started walking off, heading back towards the chair behind his desk, when you then grabbed hold of his strong upper-arm. Instantly he turned around, facing you once more, but this time his expression almost looked offended. As if he had figured out this was all just some kind of sick joke.

"Miss (y/l/n), you better head back right now or I'll have no problem handing you straight off to Filch and...." He then began to threaten, his voice growing dangerously low as he stared into you with burrowing eyes.

But he was interrupted. Because before you both knew it, you had reached up on your toes and placed your lips on top of his. It was simply just a peck, but it was enough to stun him for a long couple of seconds. His pale face immediately grew bright red, and you could feel yourself blush too as you looked at him for reassurance. When he didn't say anything and his face was left expressionless, with the exception of his eyes that turned even darker, you decided all there was left to do was explain. It was too late to back down now that you had kissed him.

"I've liked you, Professor - for quite some time. And I want you."

The confession had been made, no take-backs, and you felt as if your whole life depended on what he was going to say next. Was he going to throw you out, headfirst? Slap you? Cuss you out? Or was he, against all odds, going to kiss you back?

"Fuck, (y/n). Is that what this is - you trying to get with your professor?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed and his voice in a loud whisper, as if he didn't want anyone to hear.

Just hearing him say fuck made your heart skip a beat again, and you could feel your womanhood tightening up beneath your skirt. A knot at the lower end of your stomach was waiting to be untied, and as he looked down into your innocent eyes, you couldn't help but lean in once again and placing your lips on his, this time much more fearless as you placed your shaking hands on top of his broad shoulders.

But he pushed you off, up against the desk behind you and you had to catch yourself by placing your hands behind you.

"For fucks sake, (y/n), you're a student. You're half my age, why the fuck are you doing this?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked up towards the ceiling, as if he was trying to take it all in. "For how long have you felt this way?"

"A long time."

"How long?"

You hesitated for a moment. If he knew, perhaps he'd be even more freaked out and have you thrown out. No. He couldn't know it had gone on for almost three years, that'd make you sound obsessive.

"I saw the way you looked at me on Halloween. I'm not just some girl anymore, I'm a woman with needs, and I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you." You boldly tried to convince him instead, changing the subject.

But he simply shook his head, still staring into your longing eyes. He could see how much you wanted him, how desperate you were for his touch. For Professor Snape, it had been a long time since a woman had wanted him as much as you did, if there had ever been such a woman. In fact, it had been many years since he stopped yearning after women in that way, knowing he couldn't have one doing what he did. So instead he kept to himself, with buried instincts and a frustration that he instead put into his work.

It hadn't been until he'd seen you on that Halloween night that he had his emotions overpowered him. He'd been tipsy from drinking just one too many glasses of firewhiskey and you had looked so perfect in your little vampire attire. He had wanted to grab your tiny frame and take you as his - and he probably would have done just that had there been different circumstances. But you were a student, so even as he relieved himself down in his chambers that same night, as he came fiercely by the help of his own hand picturing you before him, he felt an immense amount of guilt. You were legal, but it was wrong and he knew it.

"Yes - you are a girl; a silly little girl that doesn't know she should go for boys her own age." He answered you after a short while, but he couldn't neglect that something was growing beneath his robes as you sat down upon his desk, leaning slightly backwards.

"I know you have needs too, Severus. I can help you with them. I want you, nobody else. Nobody has to know." You continued, and you heard him cursing himself through gritted teeth.

Fuck, he wanted you too. He wanted to slam your tiny little body down upon that desk and fuck you like you'd never been fucked before. Have you scream out his name, your nails digging into his skin. For gods sake he wouldn't care if the whole castle heard or gathered up on that other side of the door. He wanted to make you his and he wanted everyone to know you were his. But he knew he couldn't.

"I need you to leave, miss (y/l/n), and we must never speak of this again." He said, voice dangerously low. But at the same time, he couldn't help but take a step forward, facing you as you sat on that desk of his. You spread your legs and invited him to stand between them. You wanted to feel his manhood through your clothes, but he kept off by an inch and made sure not to touch you as he leaned forward, placing his strong arms at your sides.

"Please, Severus. I beg of you." You begged in a slight whisper, your eyes locked on his lips just as his was on yours. Just inches apart, breathing the same air.

"I could lose my job." He spoke quietly, stating the obvious. "...And you could get expelled before you finish your last year."

He was caving in, and he knew it. All he needed now was for you to reassure him he could trust you. Severus Snape never trusted anybody, but right now, in this moment, he was willing to give it all up just for one more taste of your lips, if you just confirmed nobody would know. So you gave him what he wanted.

"I won't tell anyone, I promise. It'll be our secret."

He pulled a hand through your beautiful, soft hair and you closed your eyes for a short second, enjoying his touch as well as feeling his hot breath against your lips. That's when he suddenly leaned in that last inch and let his dry, yet soft lips close with yours. It started out small, but as you kissed him back, parting your lips slightly and inviting him to enter you with his tongue, the kiss grew more intense. You bit his bottom lip as he then pushed himself up against you, placing him as close as he could between your legs, and you could feel his rock hard erection through his black pants. You gasped into his mouth, and he grabbed hold of your perfectly wide hips to press him further.

You moaned into the kiss, grabbing hold of his shoulders and pressing your chest closer to his, and you had to bend your head further backwards as he completely started dominating you with his lips. This was everything you had ever dreamt and more, but you were eager to feel him even closer - to connect with him ever further. All those hours that you had spent in class just longing for his touch, yet the second you got it all you wanted was more.

Eagerly you started to unbutton his robes, one button after the other. As you finally reached the bottom of his attire, you grew even more frustrated as he had another shirt on beneath. You started to unbutton that one too, but he stopped you halfway, only allowing you to get a peep at his chest, before he looked deep into your eyes with a dark and hungry gaze.

"You first." He demanded, his eyes almost transfixing you.

Not letting go of his gaze or his hands that now rested on your naked thighs, you started to unbutton your own shirt before him, exposing a red laced bra.

"You naughty, silly, little girl, you had this plan in mind all along, didn't you?" He spoke whilst he looked down upon your body - his right hand going up to caress one of your breasts.

It had been a long time since he had felt one, and yours were absolutely perfect to him. He couldn't wait to have all of your clothes thrown off your precious little body, in fact he almost considered performing a spell to have it be done quicker, but he knew he had to be patient with you even if you had in fact too waited a long time. All in good time.

"Please, Severus. I want you to fuck me senseless." You whispered desperately into his ear, as he then started kissing down your neck, finding that sweet spot.

His trail of kisses turned into small bites and you felt a shiver go up your spine as another stream of fluids came rushing down to your knickers. You couldn't wait another second, so once again you reached up to his black shirt to unbutton it. This time he allowed you to, as he then put his own focus down to pulling off your shoes and knee-high socks. He threw them down to the floor, before he started tugging down your skirt.

As he was doing this however, you were too busy admiring his now exposed chest. He was lean, yet strong, and as you drew the black shirt over his arms, you could finally see his biceps that seemed to be just the perfect size. As you traced his arm downwards though with your lustful eyes, you couldn't help but stop at the semi-large tattoo that was now visible on his lower bit. It was a dark skull, joined together with a serpent, and it reached all the way down to his wrist. You immediately stopped kissing him, as you recognized the symbol immediately.

"You're a..." you began, but he pulled his arm away from you, shielding it, as he realized what you had found.

"It's not what you think."

"You don't think I know what that means?" You questioned, looking into his eyes.

Having always imagined being with him, longing for his kiss, you never would have thought anything could have the power to interrupt it if you ever got to that point. But this, this did. This threw you off, and you didn't know what to do or what to believe.

Looking up, you expected to see him somewhat hurt. At least a tiny bit destroyed that you had found out the truth about him, as you realized it was something he was hiding for the entire school. You now understood why he was always wearing so many layers of robes, as what he had on his arm was a death mark. But instead, he was seemingly expressionless; his eyes empty, his mouth a thin line.

A death mark meant that you once had been or to this day was a death-eater; a part of Lord Voldemort's army. This then meant that there was a possibility you could be responsible for the murders of hundreds of people, as you'd fought beside Voldemort's side as the serpent-like legend had killed muggle-born wizards; wizards like yourself.

"It's part of my past, part of who I was. But it's not part of my present nor my future." He answered after a moment of silence.

He was still looking absolutely delicious without a shirt on, and as he finally revealed his arm once again to you, you traced the mark with your finger curiously. You always knew he had a tendency to the darkness. But you simply wouldn't believe the rumours that had been told about him actually being a part of Lord Voldemort's army.

"And how do I know that?" You asked.

"Miss (y/l/n), Lord Voldemort is gone since many years ago now. He's not..."

"Well what if he comes back?"

He stopped for a short moment, thought to himself and just from how his eyes slightly narrowed, you could tell that he was growing angry at whatever he was thinking of.

"Then I'd die trying to destroy him once again."

You were still suspicious and frankly, worried. What was it that had made so that Severus Snape had gotten together with the death eaters? Did he share the same views and opinions as those who also were apart of it, or was he forced into it? Had he eventually betrayed Voldemort or been at his side until his last moments? Did Professor Dumbledore know about this or not? Then you thought of how silly that last question was. Of course Dumbledore knew, and knowing that Dumbledore knew eased you a bit as it made you realize he probably wouldn't let someone that carried those sorts of views into his school.

No, Severus had to have been tricked into it somehow, and he had probably betrayed Voldemort after eventually realizing what he was truly up to. Perhaps he'd even worked as a spy. Nonetheless, you knew Snape wasn't like that. He couldn't be, not the man you knew.

"Severus..." You began, but he had already begun getting dressed into his black shirt once again.

You had to do something - quickly. But you couldn't think of anything to say. What could you say? I believe you? I'm not going to judge you? Please fuck me, I don't care? Whatever thing you came up with, it just didn't seem to want to escape your mouth. So instead, you trailed your hands over your own back, found the clasp of your bra and unhooked it. You then let the red lacy fabric fall down to the floor in front of you, and as he turned over, once again facing you, you stared him dead in the eyes.

"Severus." You repeated, and as he wasn't all that far away you captured him by help of your legs and pulled him closer to you. You'd die before you let him slip away before giving you a proper shag.

"(Y/N)" He said, falling over you and placing his hands once again by your sides to catch himself.

You started to unbutton his shirt once again, throwing it off him completely, while his hands went up once again to caress your - this time - naked breasts. He fondled your nipples through two fingers and started kissing your neck slowly once again, until you slammed your lips into his and begged for entrance with your tongue. He let you in, and as you started dancing, one of his hands trailed down over your stomach, down your core, before it finally landed at the top of your knickers. You felt yourself quaver as he then grabbed hold of the thin fabric and pulled them down your legs, down over your feet until he let them fall to the floor. You were now completely naked in his possession, just like you had always wanted.

That's when he roughly pushed you down onto the desk, causing you to hit your head slightly, and spread your legs far apart, completely exposing your womanhood to him. You then gasped as you felt the warmth of his tongue collide with your soaked entrance, tasting you first carefully through small sloppy kisses, before he put your legs up over his shoulders and started licking your clit.

"Mmmmm, yes..." You moaned loudly, closing your eyes as he entered you with his tongue. Your back arched over the desk and his strong hands caressed your long legs. You wanted to feel him further, needed him to touch you further, but was too paralyzed by his soft tongue to move. That's when you felt him insert a first finger, which he immediately drew up to your g-spot, causing you to buck your hips further into his touch.

"Please, Severus..." You begged, your chest moving up and down rapidly.

Another finger slid in, and you were in heaven as he pulsated them through you, his thumb caressing your swollen clit.

"What is it you want, Miss (y/l/n)?" You then heard him ask, his voice almost like a growl in your ear. You shivered.

"I want you. To. Fuck. Me. Senseless." You pleaded in-between gasps and moans, but he still wouldn't stop teasing you.

"Oh, I will." He growled, before he finally removed the fingers to unbuckle his own pants.

Trying to get a good view of what was going on, you lifted yourself by the help of your elbows to watch the man you had lusted after for so long undo his belt. You wanted to do it for him, but were too weak under his touch to do anything. You felt completely powerless, useless. Usually during sex that you'd had with others, you were good at taking control. You knew how to take care of a man and do it well, but with him, all you could do was lie there and take it like the naughty girl you were, and so far "it" hadn't even been the main part.

As his trousers along with his underwear fell to the floor, you instinctually felt your hand go down to touch your clit. It was all too much; you needed some type of release. But he wouldn't let you; instead he roughly grabbed hold of you hair and pushed you down onto the floor, down on your skinny little knees. He loved the sight of you kneeling down before his enormous cock, and all you could feel in your numb little body was a sick kind of horrified delight. He violently grabbed you by the hair again, causing you to gasp and come after his iron grip with your own tiny hands, before he then pointed his huge manhood right in your innocent face.

"Suck." He demanded, and you did as you were told without hesitation.

Bringing him as deep as you could into your mouth and hearing him moan in his low, deep voice, all you wanted to do was touch yourself. But you knew you had to wait, and spend some time pleasuring him now if you wanted to prove that you weren't utterly useless. So you swirled your tongue around his shaft with as much force as you could, grabbed his core with the help of your hands to stimulate even more pleasure and listened to his deep moans as you started to bob your head. He grabbed the back of your hair again, this time a bit more gentle, but started to pull himself in and out of you by the help of keeping you still.

"Fuck, yes." He then cursed under his breath, taking a good look at you as you did your best to pleasure him, before he forced himself so deep into your throat you gagged and had to take a few breaths.

It had been so long for him to get a proper blowjob; he had almost forgotten what it felt like. But this, this was better than anything he could have imagined and he had to fight fiercely not to fill your entire mouth with his seed. No, he had to stop himself and pull you off, no matter how good it felt. Cause he wasn't done with you.

He had you stand up on your shaky little legs in front of him, before he then quickly turned you over and flipped you onto your stomach on top of the desk. You crawled up among his papers, causing a few of them to fly down, as he then gained in closer to your behind.

"Please, Severus... be gentle." You pleaded as he then grabbed hold of your neck from behind to position you properly, but you knew it was no use.

"You told me that you wanted me to fuck you senseless, so that's what I'm going to do." He then cleared his voice to say, before you felt his manhood reach at the entrance of your soaked pussy, where he started rubbing himself against you, creating a delicious friction in your both.

Yes, you had said that. But that had been before you knew he'd be so big. Before you had started to feel powerless from his touch. You had tested him, like the brat you are, and now you had to take the consequences no matter how harsh they might come to be. But just as you'd previously suspected, you were going to love every single second of it.

You felt his tip tug at your tight entrance, and once again he made sure to position your hips perfectly aligned in front of him. Without a warning, he then slapped you hard across the bum, which caused you to yelp in surprise. He loved dominating you, and seeing just how weak you became at his power; a girl that he so often was used to seeing in control as she brew her potions in his class. You were always so tidy and neat, always took your time to write your essays in his classes, always asked the right questions and gave the right answers. He was used to witnessing the male students in his class lusting for you, checking you out as you passed by in your clean little school uniform. But he knew now why neither of them could have you, as all you had ever wanted was him.

As he inserted his manhood into you, you closed your eyes and let out a high-pitched moan that almost made him cum right then and there. You then felt how he slowly pulled himself outwards, only to slam into you once again. He gave you another slap, and stopped for a brief second as he was inside you, just to close his eyes and enjoy the moment, before he then pulled himself out once again and slammed into you with such force you almost fell down. You could feel your own fluids running down your thigh, as he then reached over to your front with his hand to rub your clit. Finally, as he did so, you felt a little bit of the tension release, and you moaned violently in pleasure, much to his delight.

"Professor.... Severus... please..." you begged again, as he moved his hands over to your hips once again and began thrusting into you.

He felt absolutely amazing, and although you had always been a bit of a quiet girl in bed you couldn't help but continuously repeat his name, pleading for him to continue as he took you as is own. You were his now, just as he'd wanted and him hearing his name being said over and over became proof of that.

After a few minutes he pulled you over onto your back, putting your legs over his shoulders once again as he inserted his big cock into your wetness. You were practically boiling under him at this point, and as you kept sliding up across the desk as he violently fucked you, he had to push you down further into him. He leaned over and started to sloppily kissing you, but you could merely respond to his lips, as you had to bite your own lips not to scream his name for the entire school to hear. After all, what you were doing was disallowed - and a very dangerous game to play. But you both had caved in; eventually you knew you would've cause there was no way in hell you would graduate before giving it a proper try. But him, it made no sense to you that he had actually agreed to what you were doing. What did he see in you that were worth risking his entire career for? Was it just that he had been immensely sexually frustrated and eventually had to pound it out, or did he actually think something of you?

Your head was spinning, causing you to want to close your eyes, but you just couldn't miss a second of what you were viewing before you, in case it would never happen again. So you watched him as he threw his head backwards in pleasure, as a pearl of sweat came running down from his neck, dripping onto you. Finally, as his hand then once again found it's way to your clit while he was still roughly pushing in and out of you and you got ready to feel at least some sense of relief once again, you suddenly started to feel an unfamiliar but extremely satisfying feeling of building up. The knot that had been in your stomach grew tighter and your thighs started to shake violently as all your blood flew right down to your core. It was all building and building, like every inch of your body was coming to the same conclusion, until suddenly all the little hairs on your body stood up and you felt the most satisfying feeling you'd ever felt flow through your entire body. You felt yourself releasing in long thrusts, and all you could do was follow your impulse by joining along in the almost dancelike movement. You closed your eyes and exhaled a long, loud breath that seemed to take all your worries, stress and tension with it, and all you felt the instant it was over was relief.

But your professor wasn't done, even if you were. He knew you had come, as he not only had heard your quiet sobs but had felt your fluids pour over him like water, and he was close too. But he was too busy thinking about his next move to fully release himself yet. Where would he release himself? He didn't know if you were on birth control and it was a bit late to ask, and he didn't exactly want to increase the chances of getting one of his students pregnant. No, he'd have to cum on your delicious little body somewhere, and that would have to be it.

So just as he was about to release, he pulled himself roughly out of you and sat you up like a puppet. In just a quick second he then had you seated at your knees again, down at the floor, where he then forced himself into your dry little mouth. He was already coming by the time you allowed him entry, causing some of his seed to drip down onto you, but the rest you let him pulsate into you while you tried your best to keep your gag reflex at a calm. By the time he was done your mouth was overflowing, causing some of it to drip down your chin and onto your breasts, but still you swallowed what you could; coughing a bit after the hot liquid had gone down your throat.

For a brief moment of calm you just sat there, completely at peace before him and breathed. He stood, but caressed your head in his huge palm, gently stroking your hair. He then helped lift you up and just looked at you, pierced into your eyes with his onyx ones, as he wiped off some of his seed from the corner of your mouth. Neither of you knew what to say. Was there really anything to say? Perhaps there was a lot to say, but none of it could be said right now. So instead you just looked at each other, him with a small smile that seemed unfamiliar on his face as he placed one of your strands of hair beneath your ear.

Suddenly, and so you both jumped, there was a loud knock on the entrance-door.

"Fuck." You whispered, completely panicking as you realized someone was right outside.

You both went looking for your clothes, him quickly getting dressed while you collected your uniform into your arms, as there was another knock on the door.

Had the person outside heard anything? How long had they stood there? What did they want at this time of the night?

Both you and your professor realized you had to hide, but as there was literally no place to go and you had very little time, you went by first instinct and jumped down beneath the huge desk, where you then started to crawl into at least your underwear.

"Severus?" An old woman's voice that you both recognized could be heard calling from the outside, and you both realized it was Professor McGonagall that was standing at the door, now growing impatient as you were both taking time to put yourself in order.

As Severus had then finished putting on his clothes with the exception of buttoning his entire jacket over the shirt, you then heard how he calmly headed for the door and unlocked it.

"Minerva." He said, as collected as he could, and you could hear her step inside.

"Students have reported that they've heard strange noises coming from your office, Professor." She then suspiciously said, and as you heard her pace around the room, you held your breath for as long as you could.

"And which students may these be?" You heard him ask, his voice turning you on once again.

"My students, a group of Gryffindor-students." She responded while shooting him a stern glance.

But Severus kept his cool.

"And why is it that your students have been lurking around the castle at nighttime, Minerva? Do you give them preferential treatments that allows them to roam around the school after midnight?"

God he was hot. You wanted him again.

"They happened to serve detention in the forbidden forest with Filch, Severus, and just as they'd gotten back they reported these.... Noises.... To me." She complained.

There was a lot of tension in the air; even from sitting under his desk you could feel it. But you knew Severus would rather throw himself to the wolves before he'd reveal you. Still you felt at unease as Minerva McGonagall paced the room, and embarrassed that students had seemingly heard your uncollected moans.

"Again, so why are we having Gryffindor students roaming around the castle after midnight, especially in my dungeons? If they simply attended detention they still have no business, whatsoever, attending these halls." He stopped for a brief second. "You're lucky I didn't catch them, or else I would have had to taken points away from your house."

Minerva stopped in her tracks, probably to look at the Professor with another one of her stern looks. She could quirk an eyebrow like nobody.

"And you're lucky I didn't get here any sooner." She threatened.

"And why is that, Minerva?"

She paused again, unsure of what to say. The witch knew she couldn't go on with any accusations without any proof, no matter how trustworthy she found her students to be. So since she couldn't see anything wrong with what was happening in his office, other than it being a bit strange he was late to the door and having his jacket unbuttoned, she realized it wasn't something she could threaten to take to Professor Dumbledore.

"Very well, then, Severus. Enjoy your night." She finally said, before she slowly paced off towards the door once again, still seemingly suspicious.

"Oh trust me, I have." Was the last thing Severus then said, before he quickly closed the door to a very, very angry looking professor McGonagall, and locked it with a click.
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