Love and Other Curses

Lessons {Professor Snape}

Student! Reader

You walk into the deserted Potions classroom. Professor Snape is sitting at his desk writing on some parchments and muttering under his breath.

You sit in the very front row, the desk that's directly in front of him. You tap your foot as you wait for him to notice your presence.

Without looking up, he asks, "What do you need L/N?"

"I need you."

He coughs and looks up.

"Excuse me?"

"I need you," you repeat.

"To what?" He asks nervously.

"To pound me against your desk."

He splutters for a moment trying to find words that seem to be escaping him. You stand and go over to where he's seated.

"I just want you inside of me Professor. Isn't it the Professor's job to help the students?"

"It's my job to teach students L/N!"

"Then teach me Professor. Teach me how to moan your name so loud that people in the Ravenclaw tower will know that you make me feel good. Teach me how it feels to be able to feel you days after. Teach me what it feels like to be uncomfortable every time I sit down. Teach me Professor."

He makes a sound in the back of his throat as he stands. In one swift movement, he swipes everything that littered his desk onto the floor. He grabs your hips and sets you firmly on the now cleared desk.

His lips invade yours and he takes dominance without hesitation. He leans forward until he has your back pressed against the surface of the desk.

"Do not move," he commands.

He takes out his wand and waves it. And with the flick of his wand, your clothes are gone.

Well then.

You hear clothes rustling. You assume that he's taking his robes off. You would look, but you'd have to move to see. You feel his hands wrap around your ankles. He pulls you down the desk until your legs are hanging off the desk and he's standing between them.

"Are you going to be a good little cockslut for me?"

"Yes," you breathe.

His hand collides with your bare ass cheek.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Professor!"

"There we go. Are you going to be an obedient pupil?"

"Yes Professor."

He walks around his desk until his waist is at your head. You try to glance over, but you'd have to move your head to get a full view.

"Look at me."

Thank you Merlin.

You roll your head over to get a face full of his angry cock. You blink a few times and subconsciously lick your lips.

"Suck," he demands.

You open your mouth obediently. Your tongue skillfully massages the vein on the underside of his cock and he groans. You slide your mouth down until only his head is in your mouth. You look up at him through your eyelashes as your tongue twirls around the tip.

He mewls and puts his hands in your hair. You start to bob your head again and he moans profanities.

"Stay still," he growls.

Your head stills as he laces his fingers in your hair and starts to thrust into your mouth. Your eyes start to water at the onslaught but you obediently stay still and try to hollow your mouth around his cock.

He abruptly stops the assault of your mouth. You try to even your breathing and blink the moisture from your sight. You feel the pad of his fingers gently wipe the tears from your face.

"Such a good boy/girl," he purrs.

He tucks your hair behind your ear before he moves to be at your lower half. He carefully spreads your legs and you suck in a breath in anticipation.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes Professor," you sigh.

He proceeds to press into your entrance until his hips are against yours. You hiss quietly as you shift your hips to adjust to his girth. You stop moving once adjusted and he gets the hint.

He gently pulls out before plunging back in in one solid movement. You groan as the force only gets quicker and harder. You bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from screaming out.

"I recall you promising that Ravenclaws would hear who makes you feel good," he grunts.

You throw all caution to the wind.

"Professor! Ah! You feel so great! So big! Oh Professor!"

Your praise encourages him. He snaps his hips forward at a faster rate. You feel heat pool up in the pit of your stomach. You're close.

As if he was reading your mind, he pants, "I-I'm close."

You nod. He lifts your hips from the desk and plunges in deep. You cry out as he propels himself deeper and deeper with every thrust. Before too long, the heat escapes your stomach and you're cumming.

As you're coming down from your high, his assault becomes sloppy from chasing his own orgasm. Soon after, he's cumming with a wail of, "Fuck!"

You both still and catch your breath. He pulls his cock out of you and steps back. You sit up and he raises an eyebrow at you.

"I don't believe I told you to move."

"The lesson is over Professor," you say innocently.

"For now."

You smile at him as you slide off of the desk. You grimace at the soreness in your lower region. You look at him to see him smirking.

"Shut up."

"Tut tut, that isn't the way to talk to your Proffesor."

"Oh bite me."

"Next time I will."

"I'm looking forward to it Professor."