Severus Snape | One-Shots

🔥 Consequences

You scanned the towering shelves of the potions storeroom, searching for a rare ingredient required for your advanced potions class. Your eyes finally spotted the small bottle tucked away between two dusty jars, its silver contents shimmering in the darkness.

As you attempted to grasp it, the slippery bottle eluded your fingers and went crashing to the ground. You flinched at the sound of shattering glass reverberating throughout the room, leaving a deafening silence in its wake. A thousand sparkling shards laid scattered across the ground, and a thick, iridescent liquid seeped through the cracks.

A surge of panic coursed through your veins, but before you could begin to clean up your mess, the wooden door suddenly swung open. You spun around to see Professor Snape, his tall and imposing figure casting a long shadow across the floor. As you stood in his presence, an overwhelming wave of fear washed over you, yet you couldn't ignore the spark of attraction that also seemed to grow with each passing second. Surveying the scene before him, a disapproving smirk twisted his lips as his eyes finally settled upon your trembling form.

"I-I'm sorry, Professor Snape," you stammered, desperately trying to explain yourself. "I didn't mean to break anything. It was an accident."

The room suddenly felt smaller as he stepped forward, and with a swift flick of his wand he sealed the door shut, trapping you both inside.

"An accident," he drawled, with an almost mocking tone. "I must say, for someone who intends to master the delicate art of potion-making, your hands do appear to be remarkably... clumsy."

Snape slowly crept forward until he was towering dangerously above you. You could feel the heat radiating off of him as his dark eyes narrowed, carefully examining every emotion etched upon your face. Although he was trying to appear intimidating, his actions only seemed to fuel the fire that burned within you.

You ached for him, and he could sense it.

"Tell me, are you truly this incapable of performing even the simplest of tasks," he began, his sardonic expression never wavering. "Or is your incompetence just a desperate cry for my attention?"

A blush crept onto your cheeks, heat rising to the surface as you felt his gaze intensify. It was as if he was reading every forbidden thought that raced through your mind and you had to look away.

With a final step forward, Snape closed the distance between you, backing you up against the nearest shelf. "I cannot allow your carelessness to go unpunished," he stated. "Actions have consequences, and you, my dear, will need to make up for your little accident."

You bit your lip and met his gaze with a feigned innocence. "What did you have in mind, Professor?"

Snape gently reached up, his fingers caressing your cheek. "Well, your hands may be clumsy, but perhaps this little mouth of yours can make up for it."

Your heart raced as his thumb grazed over your lips. You parted them willingly, welcoming him into your mouth. Snape's eyes darkened with desire as your tongue expertly swirled around, savoring the taste of him before releasing his finger with a gentle pop.

"On your knees," he commanded, his words sharp with undeniable authority. You quickly obliged, lowering yourself onto the cold stone ground as you looked up at him through your thick, fluttering lashes.

"Always so eager to please," he chuckled, satisfied by your obedience.

You wet your lips in anticipation as he began undoing the buttons of his trousers, biting back a moan as he pulled out his throbbing cock. Snape's hand fisted into the back of your hair and you opened wide, letting him slide his entire length to the back of your throat in one hard thrust.

You closed your lips around him, eyes beginning to water as he painfully pounded into you, making you gag every time he hit the back of your throat. "Good girl, that's it, take it all," he groaned, pushing himself deeper with every thrust. When he suddenly withdrew, you spluttered and took a deep breath before he forced himself back into you again.

The intensity of his thrusts increased and Snape let out a guttural moan as you hollowed your cheeks around him. "You're taking my cock so well, darling," he praised, his breathing becoming more ragged as you let him brutally abuse your throat. "Fuck, I knew your little mouth was made for this."

You had to squeeze your thighs together, desperately trying to suppress your own desire as you moaned around him. Snape seemed taken aback by your reaction and pulled away, leaving a glistening trail of saliva between the tip of his cock and your swollen lips. "You're actually enjoying this, aren't you, my little slut?" he teased, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

You licked your lips and nodded, leaning forward to swirl your tongue around his tip before sinking back down again. "Just like that. Oh, fuck," he cursed, tightening his grip in your hair as you continued to work over him. It wasn't long until you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and with one final thrust, he spilled his hot, slick cum down your throat. You swallowed it all, savoring every last drop.

A twisted smirk of satisfaction crept across his face as he stepped back, buttoning up and straightening his robes.

"I must say, I'm impressed," he reluctantly admitted, leaning down to trace his thumb along your wet lips."You managed not to spill a single drop. Perhaps you're not as incompetent as I thought."

As Snape turned to leave, he cast a final glance at you, still on your knees and beaming at his unusual praise. A hint of smugness in your expression as you reveled in your minor victory over him. In a sudden assertion of power, Snape raised his wand and sent a bottle flying off the shelf. It shattered on the ground mere inches from you, wiping the smile right off your face.

"Now clean up this mess."