harry potter smuts

snape|lucius|y/n

You had been acting like a brat all week long in hopes that Severus would finally give you some attention. He didn't. He didn't beckon you to come over and sit on his lap or even bend you over it. In fact, he barely spared you a glance, even in your shortest uniform skirt and even when you flirted with the boys in your class. Usually, this would drive him jealous to the point of fucking you so sore that you couldn't walk, but this time? Nothing.

It was Friday afternoon, and you were packing your book bag, thoughts drifting to the upcoming quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. You watched your professor for one last lingering minute as he talked to another student before making for the door. You couldn't fight the small swell of disappointment that you wouldn't be getting his attention like you hoped. Maybe he was busy, or maybe he had just lost interest in you.

Either way, by the time you reached the door, you resolved to find someone new to hook up with this weekend instead of moping, to take your mind off of it.

But Severus had other plans.

"Going somewhere in a hurry... Miss Y/N?" He drawled as you pulled the door open. You continued holding it open for the last student to leave before turning to face him.

"Going to go get ready for the big match." You tell him, not quite meeting his eyes.

He never wanted you to look him directly in the eye unless he gave you permission. It was a power play. Part of being his submissive meant that you had little to no control over your relationship with your professor. From the very start, he made it clear that he was the one in charge, but he usually took care of your needs without ever having to ask. It was like he could read your mind. But he obviously couldn't, you decided after the week had ended with no attention from him. If he could read your mind, he wouldn't let you wait and get more and more needy for his attention, would he?

Well, maybe. That is exactly the type of thing he'd be into, now that you think about it.

After starving for his attention, you would be even more pleased to have it. Now that his gaze and attention were focused solely on you, it felt like too much. Tentatively, you took a step back inside and the door closed itself behind you.

"Without saying goodbye?" He stalks over to you, and slips a finger under your choker necklace. To others, it's just a punk rock statement piece, but to you, it's a collar to show who you belong to. Without warning, he yanks you towards him with the collar. "I thought we taught you a lesson in respect, but it seems that you have forgotten it. Kneel."

You drop to your knees, eagerly sensing the message in his authoritative tone.

"I'm sorry, sir." You bite back the smile fighting to free itself on your lips. He hadn't forgotten about you after all.

"No you aren't." He snaps. "But you will be."

Another yank of your collar and he's lifted you by your neck to look up at him.

"Such a pretty little slut." He says in his deep, delicious voice. "So needy for her teacher's cock. Trying so desperately to get my attention all week long. Do you really think needy whores like you deserve to get cock?"

You lick your lips at the debasement, feeling your cunt throb in excitement. His dark eyes are hooded as he sneers down at you. You love it when he talks to you this way.

"No, sir." You shake your head to emphasize it.

"No. That's correct." He drawls, each word so slow and deep. You find yourself licking your lips just imagining what he will do to you. He smirks, looking deep in thought. "You've also been quite naughty, dressing and acting as you have. Did you think I wouldn't notice, Hmm?"