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Getting a bit darker!!

The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 23

Loki managed to convince Claire to stay home, where it was nice and safe, while he went to see Severus.

He didn’t know what Severus needed him for, but Loki knew it wasn’t good news. Severus very rarely called, in-fact, he’d only called him once before in the nine years he’d known him and that was for an emergency, too.

Loki dreaded to think what he was away to find as he flew to the park to meet with him.

When he got there, he found him just down from the bridge, his heart sank instantly as he turned into his vampire form and landed next to Severus. There was a body, half in the river, it was one of their vampire students.

Loki put his hand over his mouth, eyes wide at the scene.

‘It’s Halsey. She had one year left… very smart, kind girl.’ Severus said solemnly.

‘She wasn’t even interested in hunting humans, she took from the blood bank. Had no interest when Chris approached her about the traditional hunt, she came to me asking for help to keep her primal urges at bay.’ Loki said with a lump in his throat.

‘The hunters are just going for any and all vampires, they don’t care about those of us that are trying to co-exist peacefully with the humans, that aren’t causing any harm.’ Severus said. ‘It’s getting worse every year.’

Loki sighed and ran a hand down his face.

‘Well, this doesn’t look good.’ Came a voice from behind Loki and Severus.

Loki turned around with his jaw clenched, Severus didn’t bother turning, he just rolled his eyes.

‘Do you have to be here?’ Loki snarled.

Chris frowned as he walked closer and saw who the body belonged to. ‘Halsey. That’s a shame, she was a bright student.’ He said, Loki thought he even heard a hint of remorse in his voice… surely not?

‘The hunters are on a rampage.’ Loki said, worriedly.

‘This will be that hunter, Toshi. She’s up to no good, killing all the vampires.’ Chris hissed.

‘No.’ Severus said abruptly.

Chris and Loki looked at him.

‘She’s too skilled to do a sloppy job like this. Look at the body, there’s more than one gun shot. Plus, Toshi doesn’t use guns.’ Severus said firmly.

Chris frowned. ‘How do you know what she doesn’t use?’ He folded his arms over his chest.

‘I've had many run ins with her.’ Severus drawled. ‘This is not her work.’

Chris looked annoyed, but didn’t say anything more about it.

‘I’ll organise an assembly tomorrow for the vampires, we need to alert them all to the high risk we are in right now due to the hunters.’ Loki said decisively.

‘What good will that do? Apart from putting the fear of God into them.’ Chris argued.

‘It will let them know to be more aware, to stick in groups and not go out alone at night.’ Loki glared at him.

‘If a hunter wants to shoot a vampire down, no amount of vampires sticking together will stop that. Especially when they use bullets.’ Chris said.

‘Perhaps not, but if the students know about the risk, then they might opt to stay inside when it's dark.’ Loki snarled at him.

‘Loki’s right. We need to keep the students in the loop of what’s going on. Halsey has been here for a few hours, so it obviously happened during the night. If she’d known about the possible danger, she might not have been out during the night in the first place.’ Severus chimed in with.

‘Are you both forgetting that I’m the one in charge, I’m the headmaster.’ Chris growled. ‘I’ll decide when and if we have an assembly.’

Loki and Severus shared an irritated look with one another, but they knew they couldn’t do anything about it. He was right, he was the headmaster, after all.

‘Well, you don’t need to be hanging around here. Severus and I have this sorted.’ Loki said through gritted teeth.

‘I have already called the authorities, just awaiting their arrival.’ Severus said calmly.

Chris glared at the two of them, then smirked and began walking backwards. ‘Fair enough. I’m just glad that this isn’t your human pet, brother. Would be a shame to lose her so soon.’

Loki had to really bite his tongue, Severus was ready to intervene if Loki did try and attack Chris, but Loki managed to contain himself. He turned his back on Chris, and was relieved when he heard the fluttering of wings disappear.

‘I don’t know why he was here in the first place.’ Loki snarled.

‘You know he likes to stick his nose in where it’s not wanted, plus any chance to get under your skin.’ Severus drawled.

Loki just huffed in response.

Not long after Chris left, the authorities turned up to deal with Halsey’s body, to also take a statement from Severus, since he was the one that found her. They were going to get in touch with her family, too.

Loki and Severus stepped back, to let them deal with the body.

‘How is it going with Claire?’ Severus asked Loki as they watched the poor girl’s body being taken away.

‘Really well. She’s taken to the whole vampire thing like a duck to water.’ Loki smiled. ‘I am able to be myself now, though I am worried about the future. There is some truth in what Chris has been saying. She’s a human, with a much shorter life span than myself. I don’t know how I’ll cope in the future, when the inevitable happens.’

‘Have you spoken to her about it?’ Severus asked.

‘No. Not yet.’

‘So, speak to her about it. There is no point worrying about something that might be easily solved.’ Severus shrugged.

‘How might it be easily solved?’ Loki asked.

‘She might want to be turned when the time is right. That would solve all issues.’ Severus said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

‘I will not turn her.’ Loki said quickly.

‘Even if that’s her wishes? I know you wouldn’t do it unwillingly, but what if she wants to become a vampire and to live with you for eternity?’

‘Is that what you and your partner are doing?’ Loki asked.

‘We have a plan worked out.’ Severus smirked a little.

Loki sighed and paced back and fore. ‘I just fear she will be in more danger as a vampire… I mean, look at what we are dealing with as it is.’ Loki said sadly as he looked at the poor student.

‘This is just a small blip, we will get to the bottom of it. I’m sure by the time Claire would be ready to be changed, things will be a lot calmer then.’

‘I don’t even know if she would want that.’ Loki said quietly.

Severus shrugged. ‘You won’t know till you discuss it with her. How has she taken to the fact she’s your soulmate?’

Loki looked sheepish at that, he scratched the back of his head. ‘Uhh… I haven’t told her that yet.’

‘Why not?’ Severus frowned.

‘I don’t want her to think she has to be with me, if she doesn’t want to. I will tell her, in time. I just don’t want her to feel pressured or anything.’

‘Makes sense… I suppose.’ Severus hummed.

‘What do we do now, if Chris isn’t going to allow us to have an assembly for the vampire students tomorrow?’ Loki asked as he and Severus began walking out of the park, since there was no reason for them to hang around there for any longer.

‘We will need to try and convince him. Or speak to the students singly when we can.’ Severus suggested. ‘Mainly, I think we need to be more alert. Maybe we should set up patrols, to keep an eye on the city. Try to make sure the younger vampires are safe.’

Loki nodded. ‘That sounds like a good idea. You’ve put a lot of thought into this already?’

‘It’s best to be tactical and prepared.’

As they reached the edge of the park, Loki turned to Severus before they headed their separate ways. ‘Do you and your partner want to go for dinner sometime with Claire and I? It would be nice to finally meet this partner of yours.’

Severus raised an eyebrow as he looked at him, pausing a moment.

‘No.’ He responded with, then walked off.

Loki rolled his eyes and ran a hand down his face.

When Loki returned to Claire, she knew instantly there was something really wrong. He told her about Halsey, while trying not to be too upset. Though Claire could tell it was eating him up that they’d lost another student, so she comforted him as best as she could.

The following day in school, Loki was surprised to hear Chris announce an assembly for certain students.

‘He must’ve had a change of heart.’ Claire said to Loki as they made their way to the hall, for said assembly.

‘I guess he does have a braincell after all.’ Loki grumbled.

Chris explained to the students what had happened to Halsey. There was of course an outburst from the students, a mix of panic and grief.

‘Calm down, everyone. I know you’re all scared and worried, rightfully so. Now, Mr Laufeyson is going to speak, he has some ideas and thoughts on ways to keep you safe.’ Chris looked over at Loki with a smug smirk, then left the hall.

Loki clenched his jaw, he had sprung this on him, but Loki did want to talk to everyone. To put them at ease, better than Chris would do.

Loki glanced over at Severus, who nodded.

‘I know this is a scary time, but we are going to do our best to keep you all as safe as we possibly can. Staying in at night, when it starts to get dark is the safest option. If you need to be out, go in groups. Be aware of your surroundings, avoid the park and woods, stay on the busy streets. We are going to try and set up a patrol between us, to keep an eye on the city. If anyone sees anything abnormal or concerning, contact us straight away.’

One student raised their hand. ‘Sir… I saw a cloaked figure on the roof of the school this morning when I came in.’

‘I saw it too.’ Another student called out.

Loki frowned and was about to go look, but Severus jumped up. ‘No need to be concerned of that. I’ve taken it upon myself to get some security over-looking us. They are on our side.’

A few more students had questions or worries, Loki did his best to answer and assure them all before ending the assembly.

‘Who have you got on watch?’ Loki asked Severus after the students left the hall.

‘No one you need to be concerned over. Just know, they will help to keep us safe.’

‘Is this the same cloaked figure that saved Kirsten?’ Claire asked.

Severus nodded, then spun around and marched out of the hall to go start his class.

Loki and Claire looked at each other and shook their heads.

‘Come on, let’s go get started.’ Loki sighed.

‘I’ll get these chairs put away, I’ll catch up with you.’ Claire said as she motioned to all the chairs left out.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yeah, go get started, the students will be waiting.’ Claire assured him.

Loki kissed the top of her head, then headed back to his class.

Claire sighed as she began tidying the hall.

‘Worrying times, isn’t it?’

Claire felt a little scared for a moment upon hearing Chris’ voice. Though she remembered what Loki had told her, about how Chris did respect humans that were mated with a vampire. So she calmed her breathing down, not wanting to give Chris the satisfaction of being scared of him.

‘It is.’ Claire responded, but she didn’t look at him, she just continued stacking the chairs as she heard his footsteps coming towards her.

‘Must be nice, being a human. Not having to worry about hunters.’ Chris said as he came into her view and leaned against the back of a chair.

‘Well, yes. Though I do have vampires to worry about.’ Claire said as she glanced up at him briefly.

Chris smirked. ‘Well, there is that… Though you know, having to avoid hunters is only a small fault in being a vampire. If you were to be turned, you wouldn’t have to worry about other vampires ever again.’

He stood up straight and walked closer to her. She stepped backwards one step, but he was able to invade her space quickly with his long legs. He went behind her and leaned down to her ear.

‘All it would take… is one little bite.’ He growled, his breath warm against her neck.

Claire pulled away from him and turned to face him fully, she grabbed a chair to put between them. ‘The only one biting me is Loki.’ She said through gritted teeth, trying to keep her composure.

Chris chuckled wickedly. ‘You keep telling yourself that.’ He winked at her, then, still with a smirk on his face, he left her to it.

Claire was a little shaken, but she tried not to let him get to her. He would say anything to wind people up and get under their skin. So, she quickly finished tidying up, then went to join Loki in the classroom. She knew that he could tell she was a little edgy, by the quizzical look he gave her.

‘I’m fine, don’t worry. Just your brother trying to ruffle my feathers.’ She whispered to him when she got the chance.

Loki growled a little angrily, but quickly composed himself again. He was glad that Claire didn’t seem too scared this time, he’d just smelt a little bit of unease from her. Though he still felt bad that she had to deal with his shit.

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toshisurtsdottir · 2 months

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Tempestuous

Severus Snape/ Gryffindor reader

18+ MDNI.

(Look, this had been a gift I wrote to someone I once considered a friend. At first I was going to delete it, but I've decided to just make it an x reader and post it. Enjoy, I might not write anything for Severus for a long time.)

Severus Snape does not need to look away from his work to know who was bold enough to pry open the door to his classroom at such a late hour. He knows it's you; perhaps it’s the way you don’t care to hide the heaviness of your steps, or the subtle way a sudden wave of electricity charges the air, making him straighten in his seat. But he knows that the young woman making her way towards his desk was going to make it impossible for him to finish his work.

"Whatever it is you've come here for," he speaks without raising his eyes, willing himself to pay attention to the parchment in front of him. It was becoming harder to find enough time to catch up with his responsibilities in the classroom, he could not afford a distraction on such a rare peaceful night. "Let it wait until morning."

The sound of your scoff as you pull a chair to his desk and unceremoniously throw yourself in it almost has him looking up. Almost.

"I will not think twice about giving you detention." There’s a slight pause before he adds "With Professor Binns."

"Okay," you say, not a single care in your voice. "I'll take that risk. What are we working on?"

"We," he says with a bite, "Are not working on anything. You are going to put that chair back and go back to your Common Room before I deduct enough house points to make every other Gryffindor despise you."

"You'd sleep so comfortably knowing that you ruined another Gryffindor's life, wouldn't you? That's quite the sadistic trait, Severus."

With the sound of his name leaving your mouth he looks up, his mouth twisting down in disappointment. " You will address me by Professor." he hisses, his eyes finding yours. "Do not get too comfortable with me. I am your professor, not your friend."

"Might as well take those points then," you say with a grin before reaching for the parchment that was in front of him. His hand closes around your wrist before you can snatch it away.

He does not miss the way your eyebrow raises. You were doing this on purpose, of course. Why you derived some sort of pleasure from torturing him, he did not know. But he had no intention of asking.

"Hands off what doesn't belong to you."

Your grin grows to something dangerous. "Are you saying I belong to you, Professor?" you motioned to the way his hand still firmly held yours in place, unmoving even as you wiggled your slender fingers in place.

His frown deepened as he slowly let go, your question not only irritating him but making an uninvited warmth pool in his abdomen, the muscles there contracting at the way you teased him.

'Impertinent brat.' He thinks to himself, looking away from your face.

"Out!" he barks, slapping your hand off his desk when you try once more to grab his things. "I will not warn you again."

There's a slight pause where he thinks that you will finally give up and leave him be but instead you sigh, your voice taking an uncharacteristically quieter tone he wasn't used to.

"I can't sleep," you start, and he wonders when he asked for such information.

Still, he finds himself listening.

"I figured a walk around the castle might help burn off some energy and tire me out, but it didn't really manage to do anything."

"So, you decided to come here and burden me with your problems?"

"Yeah. That's pretty much it. Now, pass me one of those fancy pens and let me help you grade some of these papers."

"No." he says, ignoring the way you held out a hand for a quill. "This is not a social gathering, and I am not your counselor. If you cannot sleep, that is not my concern. Now, leave this classroom immediately, or I will have no choice but to report this incident to the Head of Gryffindor House."

"Huh," is your simple response, and he watches as you tilt your head to the side, a look of disappointment on your face. "I never took you for being a snitch, professor. It doesn't suit you at all."

"Snitch?" he repeats, appalled. His eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. He despised being called names or having his integrity questioned, especially by a student.

"I am not a 'snitch,' as you so carelessly put it," he retorted, his voice laced with restrained anger. "If you persist in staying here after hours without a valid reason, it is my duty to inform the appropriate authority."

You seemed unimpressed by his explanation, crossing your arms defiantly. "Well, it's not like I'm doing anything harmful, am I? Just trying to have a conversation, but I guess you're too rigid for that."

Snape's jaw clenched. He knew you were trying to provoke a reaction, but he refused to be drawn into a battle of wits with a student. Keeping his composure, he replied, "Conversations are best had at appropriate times and places. This is neither."

"Fine, I get it," you say, your voice slightly deflated. "You're just like every other professor here, cold and heartless."

If your intentions were to somehow make him feel bad, perhaps it would have worked in your favor. But even with the tint of sadness in your voice and your drooped shoulders, he could see the obvious impishness in your eyes. You were trying to manipulate him and he wasn't going to fall for it.

"Ah, the classic tactic of playing the wounded soul to get your way," Snape retorted with a slight smirk, his dark eyes meeting yours with a glint of amusement. "I must admit, you have quite a talent for dramatics. It's almost endearing, if it weren't for the fact that I'm well aware of your little games."

You raised an eyebrow, your lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Games, Professor? I wouldn't dare play games with you," you said, feigning innocence but failing miserably.

"Please spare me the act. If you are truly interested in conversation, there are better ways to go about it. Sneaking into my classroom at this ungodly hour is hardly the most effective approach."

"It worked though, didn't it?"

He doesn't deny the truth.

"Move your seat beside mine. If you are to assist, I will make sure that you do a good job. I'm in no mood to double my workload."

"Professor Snape wants me to sit next to him?" you tease, standing up and grabbing your chair.

"Behave yourself," he says when you place your chair a bit too close. "I am not granting you free rein to misbehave. I expect you to conduct yourself appropriately and focus on the task at hand."

"What do you consider inappropriate?"

He places a stack of parchments in front of you, setting the quill he was using on top. "Flirting with a professor, to start."

"Oh. Was it that obvious?" you pick up the quill, twirling it around your fingers.

You were so nonchalant about it, as if flirting with him was the most natural thing in the world. He was not about to admit that while he found it vexing, below that there was a bit of intrigue at your audacity.

"I have no intention of entertaining such advances so quit it." he makes sure to emphasize the last two words. Intrigue did not mean he was willing to jeopardize everything.

You tilt your head, your gaze locked with his. "And if I were to say that I find your resistance even more enticing?"

Snape narrows his eyes, his expression growing colder. He doesn't humor you with a response, simply turned in his seat and grabbed the hand that threatened to ruin the feather on his quill. He did not gauge your reaction as his fingers slowly worked to peel yours open.

He was aware of the slight, almost nonexistent hitch in your breath as he properly placed the quill in your hand and made you close your fingers before placing the tip of the pen against a piece of parchment.

"Work." is all he says as he lets go of your, the single word a command that he would not have questioned.

"Fine," you say with a pout, your bottom lip poking out. Your eyes drop down and Severus sighs with relief internally.

He could handle you quite well if you stayed quiet and did as told. The minute you opened your mouth, you became a challenge he wasn't always prepared to face.

The silence that falls between them is a welcomed one, even if having you so close to him has him tensing up, his concentration slightly compromised. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't help but be aware of your proximity, the subtle rise and fall of your breath, and the occasional brush of your arm against his.

Perhaps it was the late hour, or the soft scent that seemed to radiate from you, but Severus found his eyes wandering towards you.

He was not surprised to find your already staring at him, work abandoned.

"Can't keep your eyes off me, huh?" You licked your lips and wiggled your eyebrows at him.

Severus tilted his head to the side just a fraction, the only tell on his face was the downturn of his lips. He ignores your terrible attempt at seduction and simply looks at you.

"Your hair," he says, noticing the way you braided your hair into a single neat plait, when you always seemed to wear it down.

"Yeah?" you squint, "What about it?"

He wants to laugh at the defensive tone in your voice but chooses not to. You would probably take offense to it, and he had no need to piss you off.

"It suits you."

"Oh," you mumbled, your face instantly turning a warm pink, your eyes dropping to your lap.

It was not the reaction Severus was expecting, and he could not help but add, "You should braid it more often, it brings out your features."

Your blush deepened, the warmth on your face making Severus take a deep breath as the tips of your fingers brushed against your hair. "I think it makes me look too feminine."

He raises an eyebrow, considering your words before he replies. "There is nothing feminine about you."

Just as he imagined you would, you suddenly sat up straighter and shot him a glare, your voice clipped when you asked him what he meant.

"Not everything is an insult, you know."

"So that was what, some sort of backhanded compliment?"

"It was a straightforward compliment," He responded calmly, his dark eyes fixed on your reaction. "I meant what I said. Your features are unique and captivating, and the way you braided your hair brought them out even more. You should embrace that."

It was so easy to make you blush, to fluster you with compliments. How very unlike your usual demeanor, were you were all rough angles and biting remarks. There was something about seeing you act so meek around him that had Severus pressing for more, reason pushed aside momentarily.

His hand comes up to your face, your eyes widening as he lets his knuckle trace the contour of your cheek for a brief second. Your skin was warm. Electric.

“Why did you really come here?” he asks.

You shiver lightly when he touches you again, this time his fingers lingering on the angle of your jaw.

“I told you already,” you whispered, “I couldn’t sleep.”

“What stopped you from taking another sleeping potion from my supply closet? Oh yes,” he smirked, his hand finding the back of your head. He liked the way you froze underneath his touch. “I’m aware of your ill-mannered habits.”

You opened your mouth to speak, to probably deny and call him a liar, but his nails gently scratch the back of your head and your mouth immediately shut, your pupils widening.

He could almost hear the erratic beat of your heart.

“Did you come here in hopes of a more personal cure to your problems?”

“What do you-”

He did not let you interrupt him. If he was going to sink his teeth into temptation, he had no intention of being kind. He stands, forcing you to follow him up, his hand still on the nape of your neck. “This is your last chance. Walk out of this classroom.”

“No,” you say breathlessly.

“Stupid girl,” he growls, forcing you on his desk, uncaring of the light yelp you lets out as you barely catch yourself with your arms.

He whispers a silencing charm, his hand settling between your shoulder blades as he bends over your, “We will not make a habit of this, do you understand?” he speaks against your ear, his left hand slipping underneath you. He could feel how tense you were as his hand found your thigh.

Severus liked the feeling of your toned muscles as he let his hand slide higher, finding the buckle of your belt. “How long have you dreamt of this?”

“Too long,” you say, the sound of him undoing your belt almost drowning out your voice from how softly you spoke.

“Do you touch yourself to the thought of me?” He let his lips find the side of your neck, laving at the skin there and you moan, his fingers pulling the zipper down. “Do you lay awake at night, thinking of the way my cock could stretch your cunt out?”

“Uh,” you let out a tiny whimper that had him nipping at your neck.

“Answer me.”

“Yes!” you said, arching your back as his fingers slip into the waistband of your underwear. He strokes your hip coaxing a better answer. “Yes, fuck, I can’t sleep without coming to the thought of you.”

Severus groans, pushing his hand down until he slips his fingers through your wet cunt. “Already so fucking wet.” He hisses, parting your lips and coating his fingers in your slick. His movements were slow, deliberate. His thumb found your clit and he pressed down lightly, his middle finger running along the curve of you until he found your entrance.

Every moan of yours, the way you tilted your hips, seeking more of his hand, had his cock hardening against the curve of your ass. He rubbed at your clit, savoring the way you mewled.

“Severus!” you cried, and he pushed against your back with a ‘tsk’.

“You will address me as Professor. Do you understand?”

You nodded and he slipped his finger into your cunt. So hot, so tight. He would enjoy fucking you. “Use your words.”

“Yes!”

“Yes?” he repeated, slowly pulling his finger free before adding another one and pushing them in as deep as they could go. “Yes, what?” he was fucking you with his hand, curling his fingers against your walls.

“Yes, Professor!”

He groaned, forcing his fingers in deeper, harder, his hips moving against your, trying to find some sort of relief from the growing pressure of his cock hardening.

“Do you want to come around my fingers?”

“Please,” you keened, your cunt clenching around his thick fingers rabidly. “Please, please Severus,”

He froze, his fingers slowing down but still pumping into your. “What did I say?”

“I-I, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it. Please don’t stop, I’m so close,” you began to moan, your words melting into nonsensical slurring. You had the audacity to reach for his hand, your slender fingers wrapping around his wrist as you began to fuck yourself with his hand.

“Good girl.” He growled, letting your chase your own orgasm.

“Oh!” your movements became sloppier, your cunt sucking at his fingers “I’m going to -”

Severus pulled his fingers free, sliding out of your cunt with ease and you gasped and cursed at him.

He could not help his smirk as he slid out of your underwear and forced your fingers to let go of him. “You will only come around my cock. Like a good little whore...”

“Nn,” You let out, pressing your face against his desk as he straightened up and wasted no time in pushing down your trousers. His cock ached and he wanted nothing more than to feel the tightness of your cunt around him. He craved more of your tiny little noises.

“Take your clothes off.”

“Huh?”

Severus grabbed you by the arm and forced you up.

“Strip. Now.”

You hesitated; your mind cloudy from the pleasure but Severus was in no mind to be patient. He reached in front of you and found the buttons on your shirt. “I will rip this off you.”

You nodded, understanding him, and replaced his fingers with your own and began to slowly undo them.

Severus leered, his hand coming to rest on the nape of your neck once more as you undressed.

Your shirt fell to the ground, followed by your bra. He stopped your before you bent down to slide your underwear off, his hands cupping your breasts from behind.

“Oh,” you mewled when his fingers pinched at your nipples, his lips finding your shoulder.

“Divine,” he groaned, squeezing your chest. “All of you.” He gently bit down, his hands sliding along your body until he was holding your waist, fingers sinking into the smooth skin.

“Have you… thought of me?” you said quietly, letting him work your shorts down your legs, stepping out of them with his help.

“No.” he says bluntly, once more bending your over his desk. This time you don’t care to hold yourself up, your cheek pressed against parchment. You let him press your legs close together, arching your back.

“Never?” you asked as he undid his belt and the buttons of his trousers. He did not care about undressing as he freed his cock with a hiss.

He ignored your question.

“Are you on any potions?” his voice is strained as he ran his finger against the head of his cock. You shook your head, and he squeezed your hip.

“I’m going to fill you with my come..”

You let out a whimper when he took a step forward and placed the tip of his cock against your cunt, teasing your soaked folds.

“Yes,” you hissed, “Breed me.”

“Breed you?” he groaned, pushing into your cunt until it swallowed the tip. The tightness, the heat that enveloped him had him clenching his jaw in concentration. “You want me to breed that tight cunt of yours?”

You trembled, your cunt tightening even more. “Yes!”

He made a guttural noise, sinking his cock into your in one fluid move until his hips were flush against you. “Take it then, milk my cock for every drop.”

You gasped as he slid out and grabbed the base of his cock, running it along the length of your cunt before shoving it back inside. He did not care about taking it slow, about making the pleasure last. He wanted to come, wanted to lose himself in the way your cunt gripped him. He rutted into your, deep, long strokes that forced you to accommodate, to take every single inch.

And how good you were doing, gripping the edge of his desk as he fucked your, high pitched moans escaping your throat as you arched your back and squeezed at his cock. It’s impossible for him to keep from making noise, from letting you know just how good you felt, you made him feel. He groans, bending over your back without stopping.

The change of position, the way his cock reaches a new depth, sliding against that spot that he had been teasing with his fingers for so long has your trembling. He could feel it as he placed kisses against your back, could feel the way you were so close to coming.

His moans meld with yours, with the wet sound of your cunt being abused and it drives him wild, has him wrapping his arms around your, pining your arms to your chest.

“Professor- Snape- I need…” your words aren’t coherent, spoken into his desk as he picks up speed, slamming his cock in and out of you.

“Words.” He bites down on your shoulder, hard. You yelp, trashing around but he has you pinned between his body, the desk, his cock.

Theres nowhere for you to go, nothing for you to do but take him.

You’re babbling, arching your back as your cunt grows tighter, hotter. He runs his tongue against the bite he gave you, tasting your skin.

“I’m going to come,” he warns you, gives you a chance to tell him that you’ve changed your mind, that you want him to pull out. But you don’t and so he pushes inside you once. Twice. Moans your name against your back as his balls tighten and his seed coats your walls.

Your orgasm comes at the same time, your hips bucking wildly, almost pushing him off.

Through the way you clench his cock Severus slowly pumps his hips, fucking his come deeper into your cunt before he softens inside of you.

You both stay like that for a second, both of you trying to catch your breath.

He could still feel you pulsing around his sensitive length, but he couldn’t bring himself to slip out, to break your connection.

It’s only when you manage to catch your breath that you asks him to let go and he complies, releasing your arms before he pulls out of your with a silent hiss. Your back is red, covered in light scratches from the buttons of his frock, the bite on your shoulder still prominent. Severus can’t help but feel a wave of possessive greed wash over him as he watches you stand up on shaky legs.

He doesn’t worry about cleaning himself off, simply slips his cock back into his trousers and reaches for your shirt.

“Here,” he says, pressing the white fabric against you.

You nod but he has to help you slip your arms through the sleeves, your eyes hazy from the pleasure. He takes his time buttoning up your shirt, his eyes roaming along your body before meeting yours.

“Are you with me?” he asked, cupping your face. “Or have I fucked all sense from you?”

“I’m here” you whisper, drooping your head into his hand. “Kinda.”

Severus was not the type to indulge in post sex affection, already he was hoping to shoo you out of his classroom. But when you sighed and closed your eyes, well, perhaps he didn’t have to rush you.

He helps your back into your underwear, the sight of your swollen cunt, his seed on your cunt; that possessive heat grips at him once again.

“Sit.”

You let him help your onto his chair.

“That was good.”

“Good?” he scoffs, picking up the rest of your uniform, the word an insult.

“Amazing. I want to do it again.”

Severus drops your clothes onto your lap, crossing his arms over his chest. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not about to make fucking students a habit of mine.”

“Not students. Me. Just me.”

“No.” he repeats, removing the silencing charm as you begin to dress.

“But-”

He cuts you off with a piercing look. He was not in the mood to entertain an argument.

You sigh, rolling your eyes. “You’re going to change your mind.”

“Am I now? What makes you so sure?”

“I just know.” You smirk, a glimmer of mischief dancing in your eyes. "I've seen your walls crumble before, Professor Snape. I have a feeling they might crumble again."

He ignores you, fixing the mess on his desk with a wave of his wand. “Arrogance will get you nowhere.”

“It got me laid.” you said, smirking at him. “Full of your-”

Severus places a hand over your mouth before you can finish your sentence. “I am aware of how my seed drips from your cunt.” He growls, watching the flush return to your cheeks under his hand. “If you keep testing me, it won’t be the only hole I fill tonight.” He leans in closer. “Do we understand?”

You nodded and he let go of you.

“Are you saying you changed your mind?” you say, excitement and exhaustion in your voice.

You’d let him fuck you into oblivion, until you couldn’t think of anything else. Until you were so full of him nothing else mattered.

Severus feels his cock jump at the thought.

“On your knees, you insufferable brat.” He growls, hating the power you held over him.

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