𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞

You've had a crush on your Potion's Master for years now, more specifically, since your sixth year. You are now in your eighth, meaning you're nineteen.

But currently, you were hiding away in his supply closest, pleasuring yourself. You've yet to cum, your body trembling as you continue to finger yourself.

"S-Severus..." You moan out, you insert another finger, now scissoring yourself with your index, middle, and ring finger.

Luckily, it was late at night so no one should be up. That was what you thought until the door handle begins to move. You quickly withdraw your fingers, sliding back up your panties but it was too late.

"Ms. [Last Name]...?" Your professor calls out, his tone a mix of confusion and anger. "What do you think you're doing?"

Your cheeks flush a deep crimson red, you look away from his gaze. "Nothing..." You mutter.

"Nothing?" You swear you heard him laugh. His calloused hand finds your jaw, he cups it in his hand and forces you to look up at him. "That didn't sound like nothing."

"I-I don't even know what you mean! I was..." You look around as if trying to find a lie to come up with. "trying to take ingredients... obviously."

"Mhm..." He inches closer, Severus' forehead on your own. "How about you tell me the truth?"

"I was..." You hesitate, you know that he will find out one way or the other. No need to lie. "Pleasuring myself..."

"Mm..." His hand on your jaw tightens it grip. "To who?"

"You." You blurt out, before you can say anything else he connects your lips in a rough kiss. Your back hit's the ladder in the small storage closet.

You instantly kiss back, you bite his bottom lip which causes him to gasp—you instantly take that opportunity to slip your tongue in his mouth.

Severus pulls back before his hand moves from your jaw to your neck, squeezing it—but not hard enough to make you lose your air.

"You were touching yourself think of me, hm?" Severus smirks.

"Y-Yes, Professor..."

His other hand moves to your wet panties, he applies pressure over your clothed clit, making your breath hitch.

"So wet..." Severus kisses your neck, nose tickling your nape. "All for me?"

You moan in reply, a confirmation. His smirk only grows from your reactions.

"Tell me, Ms. [Last Name], how many times have you done this before?" His fingers slip past your waistband and begin to rub circles on your clit.

"So many times..." You moan, his hand fingers twitch around your esophagus. His breath coasting along your nape before he sucks a deep, dark love bite onto your neck. "C-Countless."

"Countless? How long has this been going on?" He whispers before sucking another hickey into your flesh.

"Since.. mm.. sixth year." You admit, embarrassed.

"Two years then? And you've never showed it..." His fingers tease the entrance of your soaked core. "I'm impressed by how well you've hid it." Severus' index and middle finger enter you, halting for a few moments before sliding in and out. "My best student lusting after me, and I haven't even noticed." You feel his smirk form against your neck.

"Didn't want you to know..." You gasp as he inserts a third finger, the three begin to scissor open your aching cunt.

"Yet you pleasure yourself in my supply closet?"

"It smelled like you..." You feel your nipples harden as he hits that sweet, soft spot inside of you. "Made me feel close to you."

A deep chuckle escapes his throat. "Well, it turned out to be a lucky occasion to you." He moves his hand from your throat which causes your to whine, well, until you heard his belt clink against the stone floor, his black pants fallen to the floor. "Knees." Severus demands as he withdraws his fingers from your core.

You instantly sink to your knees before him, you shuck down his boxers and your eyes go wide at the sight of him—you were purely in shock, you've given a blow job before but not to someone so... large. His cock has to be at least seven whole inches, it twitches as it hits the cold air of the confined space.

"It's large.." You murmur, Severus grips your hair while his other hand—wet with your slick—lubes his cock.

"Yes, now suck." He demands.

You instantly scoot closer, your hands go to his hips before you take the pink tip into your mouth, you lick in the small slit before taking in the first few inches. Severus remains silent which only causes you to work harder. You move his cock further down your throat, his grip tightens in your hair.

"Fuck..." He grunts, you smirk satisfied which causes him to slam his cock to the back of your throat. You choke around it but that doesn't stop you, in fact it makes your arousal grow.

You move one of your hands from his hip, sliding it to his balls. You begin to squeeze and tease them, you feel them tighten in your hand and that signs he is close.

"Take it... oh, fuck!" Severus moans before shooting his release down your throat. You drink every bit of his load, some of it leaks onto your hand, when you slide him out of your mouth—you nearly moan at the sight of his cock slick with your saliva—and slick up the cum that fell to your hand. You smirk as you see his cock grow hard again.
"Minx." He mutters, his cheeks flushed a deep red.

"You... enjoyed it though." You chuckle, voice hoarse. 

"Yes..." He admits after a moment. "I did."

Your position only makes your wetness worse, the way he looks from this angle...

"Such a shame..." Severus begins. "Detention on Monday." He smirks.

"But-"

"Bad girls don't get rewarded, Ms. [Last Name]." Severus slides back up his boxers then his pants, fixing his belt.

You stand up, knees aching in protest as you do so, you step closer to Severus. "I look forward to it." You smirk back before kissing him, he instantly kisses back.

"As do I... I hope you're good up until then..." His fingers graze against your clit before leaving the storage room.

Leaving you alone and aching, well, until Monday.