Trust me, Professor (Severus Snape x OC)

59 • Golden

A/N: Thanks for reading, everyone. I appreciate every single one of you. We're getting closer and closer to the end. But let me know if there is something in particular you'd like to see happening before then.

Smut ahead

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By the time we were standing at the door, his chambers smelled faintly of my perfume and of his cologne. The air also still hummed with the tension I'd created just an hour or so prior.

Snape had been so good. He showered and got dressed, without zipping up. The demand keeping him erect the whole time, and especially hard whenever I'd shoot a glance at him. Or brush my fingers against it. His cheeks would burn and I'd simply wink. I could tell he was a little embarrassed about it, it wasn't exactly very natural for him to walk around with his dick out. I loved it though, which only made him more frustrated.

«You can tuck it in now,» I said as I tilted his chin just enough to smooth the stubborn fold of his collar.

He looked infuriatingly good. A dark charcoal shirt, soft cotton, perfectly pressed. Black trousers, fitted, but casual enough to move in. No tie. The top two buttons of his shirt open, showing just enough skin to make me stare longer than necessary.

Snape gave a small nod, pressing his manhood into the confinement of his clothes. Not without a grimace, though. I contemplated helping him find relief, but my plan to keep him well-behaved kind of depended on this.

I reached to roll up his sleeves, but he withdrew immediately.

«No,» he said quietly and cleared his throat, taking my hands in his instead, «they don't need the reminder.»

I knew he meant the scar then. Where his Dark Mark had been. And a part of me was saddened by the fact I hadn't thought of it. Every inch of him was him, and I loved him for it. But it was clear that he didn't want the focus to be on the past.

«I'm sorry,» I replied and stood on my tip toes to give him a kiss. With his arousal still heavy in his trousers he let a soft moan into my mouth, gripping my waist and pulling me closer.

«Please,» he begged again, which made the butterflies in my tummy come alive. His voice was deep, hoarse, desperate. His chest rising too fast, asking permission to take me back to bed.

At that moment I wanted nothing but to comply. Make him happy. But I worried the post-orgasm version of him was going to be a menace, if his behaviour with Lupin and McGonagall was anything to go by.

I pulled away from the kiss, looking into his dark pleading eyes, «we're already late.»

Snape let out a scoff, his body still. He wanted to argue, I could see it. But those words never came. He swallowed hard, lowering his gaze instead, «you have had me hard for you for over an hour. It won't take very long.»

The smile that curled at my lips was hard to stop. I gently shook my head and brushed his shoulders, «just take a few breaths and let's go.»

The flicker of excitement in his eyes made me feel better. Knowing he liked me playing with him, even though he craved the release. But my man was one of discipline, proud of his skills to calm his mind, so I very strongly believed he was going to do well.

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The hum of voices in the Great Hall faltered for just a beat as we entered. Not silence, nor shock — just the pause that people would take when having observed something unexpected.

Snape stepped in first. There was no billowing coat on him, like back in the day. He looked better like this, though, in my opinion. I followed him, adjusting the hem of my dress that skimmed just above my knees — before stopping him, discreetly fixing the collar of his shirt, which had shifted slightly. He froze under my touch, jaw tight, but did not stop me.