Severus Snape One Shots

The Dare

A/N: Any year before the golden trio.

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You don't know how you got here, with your former professor drilling into you mercilessly, with you on all fours, him spearing you over and over as he rails you from behind.

His hands gripping your hips like a vice, the sounds of your arousal, his balls repeatedly slapping against your clit, the mixed sounds of your heavy breathing and breathless pants, his deep moans and grunts, the obscene noises coming from where your bodies connect, the occasional gasps from both of you filling the room.

Your bodies coated with a thin layer of sweat.

He then pushes your upper body down, flush onto the bed, effectively changing the angle and how deep he feels inside of your heavenly cunt. Your arousal starting to drip from you, coating his cock deliciously, eliciting a deep moan and a sharp exhale from him. His breathing picks up more, coming in more erratic as he thrust harder and deeper inside of you.

That's a fucking lie; you know how you got in this position.

Not even two hours ago you were celebrating your 22nd birthday at local Muggle pub, your friends had all pitched in and rented it out to have a private party.

When your former professor had entered, he was being ushered out and being told "I'm sorry sir, but this is a private party." You had noticed this, and didn't see any reason why he should be forced out, especially since he was one of, if not, your favorite professor before you graduated.

How many drinks did you have...

Yes.

Were you inebriated, no. You, however, did have a good buzz going on. You knew how to pace yourself.

Severus, finished off his third glass of bourbon, eyeing you and your friend group celebrating... whatever the hell you were celebrating.

He watched as you gave one of your girlfriends a lap dance, followed by giving one of your male friends a lap dance, he watched as you all dancing provocatively to the suggestive songs, discreetly of course, watching as one of the males of the group had his hands all over you.

After about an hour, someone in your group of friends had suggested to play a game; Truth or Dare, but with a twist.

This should be interesting. Now it was your turn.

You did the dare, all your friends looking at you with wide eyes and their mouths agape.

"F-fuck, darling.." Severus pants out breathlessly, his grip on your hips tightening, digging into the soft flesh deliciously, knuckles on the verge of turning white as he restrains himself from gripping too tight so his nails don't break the skin.

Your breathing heavy as the familiar warm and tingling feeling in your cunt and toes return for the fifth time. "S-Sev-Severus, f-fuck." You gasp and pant as the feeling grows bigger and more intense with each snap of his hips. Your climax so close, yet not close enough. Your slick core tightening and clenching around him ever so often, your moans are music to his ears.

"That's right darling." His voice comes out strained as he tries to keep his voice even, but fails to do so. "You feel," He grunts. "so f-fucking good around me."

He removes one of his hands from your hip, the next thing you feel, is his large hand coming in contact with your ass with a loud, smack. You gasp at the sudden, painful yet delicious sting. He smooths it over, kneading the spot that now has a large red handprint forming. Severus' hand glides up your back and around to your throat, squeezing hard, but not hard enough to cut off oxygen, only squeezing hard enough to cut off a little blood flow as he pulls you up, your back flush against his chest as he continues his animalistic thrusts.