Trust me, Professor (Severus Snape x OC)

35 • The Unknown

Smut ahead.

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Some would call it madness that I let myself trust him.

Or maybe... everyone would.

But despite how much I hated school, I did trust Dumbledore. And if Snape spoke the truth, then I figured he too was trustworthy.

Maybe I was in denial.

Did it really matter? I was leaving in just a few days. Hopefully.

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«I trust you», Snape replied, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. In return I studied the crease between his brows, it had lingered since I'd entered the room — possibly evidence of a raging headache, or simply concern.

I let my hand slide from his shoulders to his neck. There I held my palms against his warm skin and examined his tired face further, «we're not safe forever, are we?», I whispered.

He shook his head and sighed, placing his hands on my exposed bare thighs. I didn't realise till then how I'd missed his rough skin on mine.

«For now?», I asked, gazing into his dark and melancholic eyes.

«For now», Snape replied as his eyes fell to my lips. Yet he did not move.

«Kiss me», I whispered. Pleaded.

The professor leaned closer and placed his lips gently on mine. My body reacted with what felt like several heat waves rushing through my body, collectively ending up in the middle. Making me feel hot and bothered sooner than I was willing to admit. A soft breath sneaked past my lips and into his mouth as he coaxed my lips open with his tongue.

I felt his hands move to my hips, while I moved mine into his hair, raking my fingernails along his scalp.

A hardness grew between us then. I could feel it twitch against me, causing me to grin as our kiss developed into a hungrier one.

However, his energy was clearly dampened by whatever he had been doing that day. I didn't dare to let my mind wander or explore that thought. And besides, I was quite distracted by a certain potions professor who had begun to grind his cock against me. His movements slow, but passionate.

I smiled again, withdrawing in order to look into his eyes. He seemed hurt by me depriving him of my lips, «are we extending our agreement, professor?», I whispered.

«Tell me, did you intend to sit on my lap like this», he squeezed my thighs, «only to leave?»

«Maybe», I whispered, «you did make it clear-»

«Then why sit?», he cut me off, digging his fingertips into me as I imagined his cock was now painfully hard beneath me.

I raised my shoulders, «I sit on every profes-»

«Oh, shut it», Snape growled, obviously not a big fan of my sarcasm, and thrusted his cock against me impatiently. I let out a low gasp and squeezed his bicep.

«You act as if I didn't just offer to sit on your cock earlier», I whispered, just mentioning it made the man breathe heavier.

Then his leps went to my neck as his hands wandered up under my shirt. I'd never felt him so determined before, desperate even. He wasn't waiting for instructions, as if his body was completely chasing its own desires.