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Severus Snape x Gryffindor!Reader

The Gryffinwhore

Severus groans into your ear, his member twitching as he fills you with his warm cum. His hips continue rocking, but he slows down, growing exhausted, and you whine as your own pleasure diminishes.

He never lets you orgasm unless if you're able to do it before him. It's always so aggravating, but you suffer through...for him.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, hovering his pale body over yours as he heaves for air. His nose nuzzles against the side of your neck, taking in your scent of vanilla and raspberries. With a single deep breath, he pulls away, and he removes his cock from your tight core, forcing a small gasp to leave you.

"Severus," you whimper, already feeling cold without his hot body propped up overtop you. You shakily prop yourself up from his bed to look at him with pleading eyes.

His eyes flick from the black shirt he's buttoning up to glance at you. His gaze is cold and emotionless, contrasting with the lustful look he had mere moments ago.

"It's Professor Snape," he bluntly states before looking away, hiding the regret in his eyes.

Your brow furrows, your gaze filling with sorrow. "You didn't correct me when I was moaning it," you whisper.

His jaw clenches as he tenses up. "That was...different," he mumbles the last word under his breath, feeling the guilt clench his heart.

Your heart drops to your stomach as you fully sit up, your eyes trailing to your lap. "Ah, right. Of course."

You keep forgetting that this is just a transaction to him, no emotional connections involved outside of when you're having sex. You give him pleasure, and he gives you the attention you crave from him.

It pains you, because you love him, but you're sure he could never feel the same. To him, you're just a sex toy.

As soon as he gets dressed, he strides out of the room. He leaves you alone on his bed, staring down at your lap, your eyes clouded with sorrow.

You release a trembling sigh, feeling a lump form in your throat as tears blur your vision, but you refuse to cry. Slipping off of his bed, you gather your school uniform, change, tie your hair into a ponytail and slip out of his sleeping chambers, heading back to the Gryffindor dorm rooms.

You don't feel like having dinner. Your stomach is in knots, and your heart is jammed up in your throat, which has ruined your appetite.

...

Severus scans the Gryffindor table, his pulse quickening. The area you normally sit is empty, and he can't help but wonder why.

His concern only grows when he spots Visk Vypus get up and leave the Great Hall. This worries him, especially when knowing that idiotic, cocky boy is the one who started those degrading rumors about you.

Snape puts his fork down and sighs, feeling his stomach knot, and he comes to a sudden stand before striding out of the hall. He just hopes he can get to you before that boy can.

...

As you meander down the large hall, footsteps follow from behind, which is odd. Everyone should be at dinner, shouldn't they?