Trust me, Professor (Severus Snape x OC)

50 • Chaotic

A/N: I know this chapter took me long enough. But I dedicate it to my fellow overthinkers. I see you.

Smut ahead.

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Butt naked.

That's what he was. Butt naked.

While I was not. Admiring the round of his ass, and the bare skin of his back leading up to his dark hair — I could not help myself when I inhaled abruptly, while all my blood felt like it rushed to my core.

I wanted to let my fingertips slide across his back, and over the several different scars painting his pale flesh.

A sudden obsessive thought made me want to memorise every single inch under my touch.

«Leonie?», he said with that velvety, sardonic drawl of his, most likely sensing how my gaze burnt into him. It grounded me. For a moment. «If your plan is to devour me with your eyes, at least have the courtesy to make it worth my while».

I noticed then that he had not turned yet because he was gently folding his clothes.

«I was simply enjoying the view», I said, folding my arms over my chest, «and... I believe it is called patience».

Snape then turned, and naturally — my eyes quickly slipped from his piercing dark eyes to the state of his cock.

Stiff.

Hard.

Right. There.

«Leo?»

I looked at his eyes again, still saying nothing.

«I hardly think I am worth studying», he said, his tone calm, clipped — like he was commenting on the weather instead of my admiration of his very naked body. Of his cock.

I glanced down again. He shifted awkwardly.

«If you're expecting something dramatic to happen...», he spoke again, gesturing vaguely, «I am sorry to say that staring does not really do it for me».

Finally, I managed to reply, «it totally did it for me», I said, nearly breathless with a grin on my lips.

I took a step closer — deliberate, slow.

«And I don't think you get to decide what's worth my attention», I added quietly, with a small, knowing tilt to my head, «at least, not any longer».

Snape blew air out of his nose in an unimpressed huff, «do not think for a minute I ever had any control over you. In all my years as a professor, not a single student was as nonchalant and indifferent as you».

I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his still-standing cock. He hissed immediately, clenching his jaw, suppressing a smile of satisfaction. «So, you're admitting defeat. Did that frustrate you, Severus?»

Slowly he nodded, flaring his nostrils, awaiting gentle strokes — however, I merely held him. «Very», he admitted and cleared his throat.

«Does this frustrate you?», I asked.

«Yes», he drawled, looking slightly bitter as he narrowed his eyes in warning. A warning I knew was empty and without promise.

«And yet you like being told what to do, don't you?», I asked, biting my lip while giving him a soft squeeze. His lip twitched. «You obeyed me, so quickly — and you were so ready for me, even before I got up the stairs».

His breath caught. The walls around us felt smaller. The shadows in the room danced across his face as if they knew he was about to break.

«Answer me, Severus», I urged, my voice silk over steel.