♀ 𝕆𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕕 ♀ - 𝚂𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚜 × 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

〚𝟏𝟏〛❖ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴsᴛʀᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ's ᴅᴏɴᴇ ❖

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         𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏
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𝖂hen he finally touched you where you needed him most, you couldn't help throwing your head back in ecstasy while letting out a guttural moan.

"Uuugh, yes~! Please!"

The wizard behind you let out a chuckle.

"'Please' what?" he asked.

"Please…plea-! Please don't stop! Fuuu…!" you groaned.

"If you so wish…"

You heard the mischief in his voice, but you simply didn't care.
You had waited too long for this to care.
And he was so so good with his hands…

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Soon, the hand around your neck found a new purpose.
While his right hand was groping your chest, Snape's other hand was busy taking care of your pussy.
His thumb was rubbing your clit while he was easing first his index- and then his middle finger inside you.

Masturbation was one thing, having Professor Snape do it to you, strumming you like an instrument, was another.
And every masterful touch of his hurled you closer to your personal finish line.
His fingers were long and thick, and felt so unlike yours.

The knot in your stomach wound tighter and tighter, making it near impossible to breathe.
You clamped your tear-filled eyes shut, your scarlet-blushing face contorting to lewd expressions as you gasped and panted in turn with shouting his name.
Well…, his title, rather.

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"Pro-…P-pro…PROF-...! PROFESSOR I CAN'T-!" you howled wantonly, your voice begging and filled with desperate passion.

You were waiting for him to say it.
You needed him to say it!

"You may come now."

That was all you needed to hear.
You were shaking, your hips were bucking, and your fingers were buried in the heavy fabric of his trousers as you experienced the most intense release you had ever felt until then.

Your abdominal and thigh muscles were still spasming as you gradually came down from your high.
Stars were still dancing in your vision while you were attempting to catch your breath.

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"Quite pent-up, weren't we?" the Professor remarked.
"Well done."

You blinked the tears out of your eyes and looked down.
You came. Hard. And quite a lot actually.
And all of it, all your release, was on his hands slowly running down.

"Observing your work won't clean my hands, Blackstone," Snape muttered pointedly.

You nodded.

"ᴛᴇʀ-!" you barely even finished enunciating the first syllable of the cleaning charm before he cut you off.

"Not like that. On your knees in front of me."

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You slipped down from his lap to the floor and onto your knees.
Your legs felt a little weak still.

Your eyes sought Snape's for a second but then opted to settle on one of his hands.