𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥 || 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞

You feet carry you to the place of your detention—Severus Snape's office—unfortunately, you know exactly what you did to deserve this punishment. I mean, staring at your professors crotch whilst daydreaming for one... and not doing your work, of course.

Knocking on the door you hear a groan before it slowly opens, now standing before you is him—Severus.

"You're late by a hour." He scoffs and then fully opens the door, he motions for the chair across from his desk.

You nod and sit down.

"Why are you late?" Your professor snaps.

"I was occupied..." You explain.

In reality you were to nervous to approach him—because of your terrible crush on him—even when knowing you would have to go anyways because if you wouldn't the punishments would only grow.

"With what?" Snape tilts his head, a cocky manner.

"My... homework that you gave me." He snap back without a second thought, you instantly regret it from the glint that flashes in his dark eyes.

"What was that, Mr. [Last Name]?" Professor Snape stands, his hands fly to both of the armrests—pinning you to the chair.

You can't help but feel aroused from his movements, you can feel a tent slowly building in your pants.

Brown eyes flick to your lower region and Severus tenses. Your boner obviously visible.

"What the-"

"I'm so sorry, Professor!" You quickly blurt out, you strip off your house robe and place it over your legs to cover the shame that is still building.

Severus' hand grabs your jaw and tilts up your head, your eyes lock with his once again before your noses are touching. In a second your lips collide, he bites your bottom lip then lips his tongue in—the feeling is intoxicating.

The second his lips are on you he retracts.

"That... was a mistake." He steps back, using his black cloak sleeve to wipe his lips.

"Then why did you do it?" You stand from the chair and step closer to him, your hands reach his chest and you keep them there. He doesn't pull away.

"Because..." Severus hesitates. He never hesitates.

"I don't want to hear it!" You cross your arms.

"You're saying this as if we are in a relationship." He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

You move his hands from his chest to his cheeks before pulling him down and kissing him the same way he kissed you.

Severus groans, his hands find your hips and he rubs his bulge against your own—almost frantically.

"I never said we were in a relationship..." You kiss him again before moving to his jaw and biting it. "But oh, professor... I've been wanting you since my sixth year."

With that sentence you're lifted off your feet and tossed onto his desk, your back hits the hard wood in a 'thump'. Severus grabs your thighs and spreads them before stepping in between them, you lift your head slightly to see the sight before you—what you see is beautiful.

Now in between your legs is a half-naked man, his erect cock fully sprung out of his usual black pants. He steps closer and grinds his dick against your own clothed one.

"P-Professor?" You stammer out.

"Now is the time to tell me no." He disregards your question by asking his own.

You nod, giving the older man consent. In a second your pants get tugged down, your own cock now revealed. He smirks and gives it a few experimental strokes.

"I've seen how you looked at me..." He rubs his thumb over your red, leaking tip. "Do you know how hard I wanted to take you..." His other hand moves to your balls. "In front of everyone?"

"But you h-hate people, sir..." You whimper under his skilled touches.

"So?" His smirk only grows.

If your cock could get any harder it would.

Severus hums from your reactions, he then begins to stroke you—using your pre as lubricant—his movements getting faster as you moan.

"Turn over."

You nod and do as told, your chest is now on the hardwood desk, he is quick to rub your rear before giving it a hard smack.

"What a nice ass." He smirks then leans forward, the tip of his nose touches your pilonidal dimple before he licks a stride up your ass. You tremble from the touch.

"P-Professor!" You moan.

"Severus." He corrects and smacks your ass again. "Have you ever fingered yourself, pretty boy?" He smirks.

You nod.

"Mm.. good." He moves his index and middle finger to your lips. "Suck."

You open your mouth and quickly oblige, you suck on his fingers until their moist. Severus quickly brings his fingers to your hole, first inserting his index until it's fully situated—he then quickly inserts the second in a scissoring motion.

You moan loudly, the sound fills his office—this only encourages him. He thrusts his finger as he looks for your prostate. When he hits it you moan so loudly you swore you could've broke some of the vials hanging on his offices wall.

"Good boy." He purrs before slipping out his fingers and thrusting his entire length into you.

Severus doesn't stop there, his pounds become harder by the second.

"Fuck! Fuck! There, please, please Severus!" You shout. His left hand moves from your hip to your cock, he strokes you as his pace picks up even more.

In a few more movements of his hand you can feel yourself on the edge.

"Severus! I need to.. oh fuck.. let me cum!" You whine.

"Oh? You're such a good boy..." He slows his movements. "Asking to cum... go ahead." Severus' hand tightens his grip just slightly on your cock before pounding back into you.

In a few thrusts you release your cum onto the desk.

"Oh.. fuck." He moans and then thrusts once more before releasing inside you. His cum leaks out of your ass as he pulls out.
"You did so well.." Severus sits down on his chair and pulls you onto his lap, he kisses your temple.

"Can.. remember what I said earlier?" You mumble, still in a post-fuck haze.

"That you weren't in a relationship?"

You nod.

"Would you like one?" Severus hesitates as he asks this question.

Without another word you connect your lips.

"Yes."