Chapter 5
The next morning, the bakery is slammed with business. This irritates you because, after Severus left, you were unable to sleep, and now you feel exhausted. Your brain won’t shut off - how could he just up and leave like that in the middle of the night? And be such an asshole about it? Perhaps it’s just his nature to be mean. You saw it firsthand the first day you met the man, didn’t you? You can’t expect him to change for you.
Even with these thoughts consuming your brain, you still work diligently to bake pastries, brew coffee, and serve your patrons. When Devin comes in to deliver flowers, you don’t have much time to chat - and he realizes it. His head pops up through the window in the wall between the kitchen and counter.
“You’re busy today, [first name]!” he greets. You nod, handing change back to a customer. “If you want to join, some friends and I are going up the the pub tonight! Elaine will be there, she’d like to see you.”
You look to him now, quickly thinking it over. After this busy day, a drink will be nice. You nod, smiling softly to him. “Alright,” you agree.
He grins, nodding back. “See you later! Don’t work too hard,” he says, then bustles through the kitchen and out the back door.
Seeing how Severus was last night - and how he isn’t one for calling or answering phones - you likely won’t see him for a couple of days. Best to keep yourself busy. You’re sure you’ll have fun, Devin is always a good time. Your old friend Elaine is in town, too. You haven’t seen her since your grandad's funeral, and even then you both didn’t speak. You hope it isn’t awkward.
When the bakery closes, you take your earnings to the bank, then briskly walk home. Your feet crunch against the snow covered sidewalks and you rub your hands together to keep them warm. You shut and lock the front door behind you when you enter your home.
The first thing you do is take your dirty work clothes off and shower. Your mind races with thoughts of your constantly busy day. Did you put the espresso in that woman’s coffee? Did you give that young man a blueberry scone when he ordered a blackberry one? Your grandad wouldn’t have made such errors. You can’t live up to him - how proficient he was, how skilled of a baker he was, how friendly he was with the patrons. You are such a failure.
You blow your hair dry and style it up into a bun, letting some hair frame your face that you lightly covered with makeup. You find a simple black dress to wear with boots and stockings. Once you’re dressed, you stare at yourself in the mirror. You think you look plain, so you add some heavy mascara to your eyes and lipstick to your mouth. You’re as good as you’re going to get, so you grab your purse, stick your phone inside, and leave.
Devin is thankfully arriving when you walk into the parking lot. You wait for him to get out of his truck. He’s slicked his hair back, which makes your smile. He hurries to you when he sees you standing at the front door of the rundown pub.
“[First name!] You look beautiful!” he greets, overjoyed. He leans down to hug you. You smile and pat his back.
“Thanks…you look nice,” you murmur. He opens the door for you and you step inside, seeing the pub crowded with people. Instantly, your anxious - this is far too many bodies in a small space. The music plays just a little too loud for your liking, but you’ll deal with it.
“This way!” Devin says, grabbing your hand. He pulls you you through the sea of people until you arrive at a hightop - Elaine and a few of Devin’s friends that you can’t remember the names of are there.
“[First name!]” Elaine exclaims, hopping down from her seat. Your stomach twists and your grind your teeth together - you hate seeing people after not seeing them for so long. Elaine goes into hug you and you force your arms around her.
“Hi, Elaine, you look good,” you murmur. She lets you go, looking at you up and down.
“No, you look good! Come on, let’s have a drink. Tell me about everything that’s been going on!”
You sit down beside her and flag the waitress down. You know your social battery can’t last very long without the help of some tequila.
Snape never understands why meetings with the school governors take place in the late evening. He’d rather be partaking in some whiskey with a good book in his hand. Well, actually, he’d much rather be with you but he doesn’t see that happening again anytime soon. He fucked that up last night. He has always been resistant to affection, especially the comforting sort. His nightmares wax and wane, much like the phases of the moon. Many nights he’s found himself tossing and turning, waking up in fear and anger. He’s knocked nightstands over, hit his hands on headboards, almost always fighting that damned snake from latching into his neck. It isn’t like the nightmares prior to his near death experience - those were manageable. These feel tangibly real and he’d hate for you, or any other person sharing a bed with him, to be a victim of his night terrors.
“Headmaster?”
Snape glances up from the round table the seven governors sit at with him. He looks to Augusta Longbottom, who was elected a governor based on her family status. The Longbottoms have many alumni from Hogwarts and are in good standing in the British Wizarding World.
“Yes. Apologies,” Snape murmurs, glancing down at the manifest of topics to be discussed. They’re on the topic of outreach. Many families - pure, half, and muggle - have refused admitting their children back to Hogwarts even though the Dark Lord is gone. Now, attendance has been cut in half, making it hard to find funding for the school. The Malfoy family was responsible for fifteen percent of the donations. Much of the family’s wealth was forfeited, as it was gained through theft. Draco Malfoy stills lives lavishly, however, with the large sum of inheritance he received. Hogwarts is not at risk of shutting down at the current moment, but if it keeps going like this, the school may have to be closed.
“Ahem,” Snape clears his throat. “Did it ever cross your heads that a former Death Eater being headmaster may prevent parents from sending their children to Hogwarts?”
The governors all give each other looks, and it surprises Snape when many of them chuckle. “You’re the one everyone still talks about!” Augusta huffs.
Snape brings his hand up to his nose and he massages the bridge of it. “You’re a hero, Snape,” Augusta reminds. She stands and walks over to the table decorated in finger foods and wine. She pours herself a large glass.
“If anything, the parents of the students we have all feel safer with you at Hogwarts,” a governor speaks.
Snape stands now, gesturing to the lot of them. “I don’t want the job anymore. I do not wish to leave you lot scrambling to find a replacement, but I am on the brink of leaving bloody Britain and going far away where no one can find me!” Snape snaps.
He turns on his heel and slips out of the room, cloak billowing behind him. He checks his watch, seeing it nearly midnight now. Did he let his mind wander for two hours? He doesn’t even recall the majority of this meeting. His mind goes to you, your sweet face, pretty laugh. He groans and paces down the corridor off the room the meetings are typically held in at Hogwarts. He fishes out his mobile and opens his contacts - you are the only one in the list. If he could just hear your voice, know that you aren’t upset with him, maybe he could muster up an apology. Snape grinds his teeth at the thought, then scoffs to himself. Apologize. He did nothing wrong.
“Severus?”
Snape’s brows pop up and he looks over his shoulder, seeing Minerva approaching. Has he gone so lax he cannot even hear people coming towards him anymore? The vein in his temple pops out as he realizes he’s not gotten lax. He’s distracted by you, baker girl.
“I’ll be back in a moment,” Snape mutters. Minerva looks into his hand, then raises a brow. A gust of wind blows through the windows of the corridor, causing Minerva to shiver.
“Since when do you use muggle technology?” she asks, rubbing her hands together to keep them warm.
Snape waves his hand at her, shooing her away, seeing little to no signal on his mobile. Minerva merely crosses her arms, then steps in front of Snape when he tries to walk further down the corridor. “Are you trying to call a woman?”
Snape clenches his hand together, then lets go of it. “Minerva, one of us has to be in the meeting to tell the other what we missed. Please, return.”
Minerva laughs, reaching for the mobile. Snape snatches it away and steps back several feet, glaring at her. Irritating.
“It is a girl, isn’t it? Tell me about her! Must be muggle…or a half blood?” she insists.
Snape rolls his eyes and steps into an arched window, then leaps right into the air. Minerva inhales sharply, but Snape merely floats in front of her with utter ease. “Go back to the meeting!” Snape commands, then levitates above the castle to escape the pestering of Minerva McGonagall.
Quite literally almost pissing yourself, you make it to the loo and squat above a toilet, relieving yourself. You’re actually having a good time and have, unintentionally, gotten drunk. Thankfully you live less than a mile away and can walk home. You fish your phone out of your purse and feel slightly - no, extremely - let down. You have no missed calls. You thought he’d call for once. Maybe you ought to forget about the man in black. Or, maybe you ought to call him. Let him have a piece of your mind.
You leave the stall, wash your hands, and retrieve your phone again. You open your contacts and begin to scroll down.
Then, it begins to ring.
Incoming Call… Severus Snape
You gasp and begin to pace, trying to think of whether or not to answer. You were going to call him anyway. You stop pacing and inhale and exhale, then click the answer button.
“Hello?” you ask, bringing the phone to your ear.
“Good evening. Did I wake you?” Severus speaks.
You grin at the sound of his voice like a little kid. Then remember how rude he was last night. “No, actually, I’m out having a great time at a pub,” you reply. There is a moment of silence. “Without you,” you add.
“Oh, are you? I should leave you to it then,” he says, callously.
“No!” you raise your voice. You shut your eyes at how pathetic you sound. “I mean…I have something to say to you!”
“Go on,” Severus insists, but you can hear the sarcasm practically pouring out from him.
“Yeah…last night…not cool,” you begin. You only realize how drunk you are when your words come out slightly slurred.
“Not cool? I wasn’t trying to be cool. I wished to leave,” Severus states.
“So you think you can just pop into my life, fuck me when you want, and leave when you want? Like I’m a…a slut? Are you playing a game with me?” you demand.
Severus is silent. You wait. And wait. “Whatever, Severus. I’m going to drink until you aren’t a thought in my head anymore,” you mutter.
“Sounds like you’re nearly there,” he praises, derisively.
“Ugh!” you slam your hand down onto the sink, wincing at how hard you actually swung it. “Consider your baking lessons over! Lose my number!”
You hang up your phone and seethe in the bathroom for a long few moments. Then, you return to the table and order shots for everyone.
When the bar clears, you, Elaine, Devin, and one of his friends take it over. The bartender is an old classmate of yours and he gives you a drink on the house. You’re pretty wasted, and Severus hasn’t crossed your mind. You’re grateful for it.
“I can’t believe you run that bakery all by yourself,” the bartender, Cole, conversates.
You shrug, sipping your cocktail. “It is quite exhausting,” you admit, slurring your words. Cole laughs, holding his hand out.
“Alright, give me your keys,” he insists. You laugh for a moment.
“I walked here,” you inform. He nods, recalling.
“Ah yes, the white colonial on Sapphire Drive, off Main Street?”
You nod in return, wishing you could remember where he lived. You used to know most people and where they live in this town, especially former classmates.
“Well, do you think you’ll hire anyone?” Cole asks.
You shake your head. You haven’t really thought of hiring anyone. It would be easier on you, and you surely can afford it. Your granddad did it all by himself while you were growing up, you should be able to as well. The pub door opens, bells ringing on it, bringing in the next patron.
“Be right back…” Cole murmurs, walking to the corner of the bar.
Elaine elbows you, eyeing you excitedly. “You should totally flirt with him,” she suggests. You shake your head, laughing. “Come on! He’s cute, no?”
You nod, agreeing with her. “You should flirt with him,” you reply. She shakes her head, looking over your shoulder.
“I’m going to go talk to that man who just came in. Wish me luck,” she says, then hops off her barstool. As she jotters away, you look to where she’s going, then nearly faint at the sight of Severus Snape sitting at the bar, just five seats down from you on the corner, where he can face you.
He’s dressed in his usual black, but his fancy coat and cloak are gone, replaced by a fitting black turtleneck. It would be very odd for him to wear his usual clothes in public. You don’t look up to his face for a long moment, and something in you tells you not to, but you do anyway.
His black eyes pierce right into you, even with Elaine talking to him, he doesn’t advert his gaze. He calls Cole back over with his hand, says a few words, then points directly at you. You gulp, wanting to sink into your seat and disappear.
Cole wanders back to you, grinning like a kid on Christmas. “That gentleman over there has bought you a shot…”
Cole begins to prepare it. You lean towards him, wondering just what. When he finishes it, he slides it to you, then laughs once. “It’s called a blowjob, and you take it with your hands behind your back,” Cole chuckles.
Your cheeks immediately run with blood. You look up at Cole, then over to Severus, who’s talking with Elaine now. You watch him closely, wondering what his goal is. Then, his hand comes up and rests on Elaine’s hip, and he tugs her close to her, smiling quite seductively at her. That fucking tosser!
You grip your hands so tight, you feel the circulation begin to be cut off to your fingers. He says something, and he shakes his head, then nods over to you. Elaine rolls her eyes and makes her way back into her seat.
“Well, that man wants nothing to do with me and everything to do with you,” she informs, sourly. You lean towards her, anxiously
“What…what did he say?” you wonder.
Elaine gestures to you. “Says the only one he’s interested in is you,” Elaine sighs. “And that he’d like to see you take that shot now.”
You look down at it, then over to him. He folds his hands together and rests his chin on them, peering at you with a smug expression on his face. If he wants to play a game, you’ll play along. You place your hands behind your back and grab the shot cup with your lips, then knock it back with ease. You sit it back down with your mouth carefully, then look at Severus, arching a challenging brow. He arches one back, smirking with such superiority you want to punch him.
Elaine elbows you, making you take your eyes off of him. “Do you know him or something?” she asks, suspiciously.
You shrug in response. “Yeah…no… not really,” you say, quietly. You want to piss him off. Do something to make him mad.
“Want another, [First name?]” Cole asks, polishing some cups. You look up at him and stare. You spin the straw in your empty cup around with your finger. Maybe being honest with the bartender will work to your advantage. You lean forward, motioning him to come close.
Snape watches you and the bartender lean very, very close and begin to whisper. He can’t read your lips at the angle and he sure as hell can’t hear you. It irks him. Begins to deeply anger him. He likes you, he realizes, or this wouldn’t make him so devilishly pissed. He watches you smirk, then you stand up, much to his surprise. Are you leaving?
You place a foot on the bar chair and boost yourself up to the top of the bar, sitting down on it. Cole grabs hips and spins you around - Snape catches a glimpse of your black thong up your dress - and your legs end up wrapped around the man. Snape sneers, feeling his blood begin to rush through every vessel of his body. He most certainly cannot claim you, but, goddammit, you are his.
You grab the bartender's face and lean into his lips and he puts his filthy arms around you, beginning to snog you. The people in the bar begin to cheer, urging them to continue. Snape stands rather calmly and withdraws the simple wallet from his pocket, leaving most certainly enough money for the shot he purchased you and your bill. Snape begins to stride towards you now, unsure of what he is doing, but his body is acting against his will.
When he comes up behind you, he merely stares at you from behind.
“[First name]!” Elaine whispers, laughing. You pull away from him and immediately look to where Snape was previously sitting. Snape merely reaches out - you gasp - and he snatches you away from the bar, and the bartender. With extreme ease, he wraps his hand around your upper arm, beginning to walk you out.
“No!” you complain, jerking away from him. He glares down at you - a piercing stare - and you suddenly let him drag you out of the pub. Once your outside and out of view he shoves you back against the brick building.
“Lose your number?” Snape reiterates. You rub your arm where he had a grasp of it. He steps towards you, almost frighteningly, and he observes you backing into the wall.
“Lose your number?!” Snape now yells. Your breath hitches and you shake your head, unsure of what to say to him. He holds his hand out, staring down at you with such fury, he’s almost ashamed.
“Where?” you ask, hesitantly.
He leans down so you're nose to nose with him. He’s sure you can feel his breath across your face.
“To punish you,” Snape whispers so dangerously, yet somehow so sultry. “Kissing that boy right in front of me…you wanted a rise out of me…”
You shake your head. “You were grabbing all over Elaine!” you argue.
Snape scoffs. “I hardly touched her. You…” his slips a hand down to your waist, then squeezes your thigh. “…were nearly fucking the bartender.”
You roll your eyes at him, and in turn, Snape grabs your face, forcing your eyes back to him. “Roll those eyes at me again, I dare you.”
You shove him away from you, your anger now evident. You grab his wrist and glare up at him. He disappears from the pub with you.
You are surprised when you end up back at his house. You appear inside the kitchen, and before you have time to take a look around, his hands are on you, forcing down to your knees in front of him. He begins to undo his belt.
“Have you ever used safe words during coitus, [First name]?” he inquires, taking his belt from the loops of his slacks. You swallow and shake your head, watching his slow, precise movements.
“You will use three words when I check in with you…green to continue, yellow to slow down, red to stop.” He begins to rub his palm over his pants, getting himself hard. You watch, growing nervous now. “And, when you can’t talk, you will tap your hand three times,” he finishes.
You watch him shove his pants and boxers down his thighs, revealing the thick cock you barely feel acquainted with. “Where will I tap?” you wonder. Severus smirks, snatching your wrists and pulling you forward so your face is close to his crotch.
“Marvelous question,” he muses. He takes your right hand and taps it for you against his thigh. “For what we are starting with, you can tap here, against my thigh. If you find yourself unable to speak in a different position, be rest assured I will see it and understand,” Severus promises.
You nod, then grab his length with your hand, beginning to stroke it. “No,” he breathes. He pulls your hands back to his waist. In a split second, his hand grabs the back of your head and forces your mouth onto his cock. He doesn’t let you ease into it - he pushes you down the length of him and you begin to gag. He groans lowly. You look up at him as you try to adjust to the entirety of his cock - he’s peering down at you with provocative eyes, with a sense of need. He pulls on your head again and exhales as you choke on him.
“Mmm…” he hums. “Fuck,” he sighs. He uses both hands on the back of your head now and begins to pull out of your mouth. You gasp for air, then he thrusts back inside, hitting the back of your throat. You yelp and grasp onto his thighs and he begins to fuck your mouth. You struggle to breathe and your eyes drain on their own accord.
“You’re very pretty like this,” he admits, pushing and pulling himself in and out of your mouth. He gets faster and rougher, and the sound of him sliding down your throat as you gag clearly pleases him. He grunts, pulling your mouth to the bottom of his shaft and he shudders, then you taste his release. “Swallow it,” he commands.
Once you do, he pulls out of you and you gasp for breath. He shoves his member into his trousers, then zips them up. You wipe your mouth off, panting, trying to process that Severus just face fucked you in his dark kitchen. He reaches down and pulls you up by your arm, then grabs your face with one hand. “Color?”
“Green,” you murmur. He hums, pleased by your answer. His hand drops from your face to the buttons of your dress across your chest. He yanks down, ripping the buttons from their holes, making you gasp. Your skin instantly get goosebumps and your nipples grow firm.
“No bra?” he questions. His fingers grab the right one and he squeezes, gazing at your chest with pure lust. “One less thing to remove, I suppose.”
His hand traces down to the fabric of the dress now and he yanks, forcing it to fall around your feet. Goosebumps now grow across your whole body. He brings a hand up to his face, rests his thumb against his chin, taking you in. Then, he begins to circle you, like you are his prey - maybe you just are. His shoes click against the floor as he slowly strides around you.
“Have I ever told you…” he begins, making his way behind you. You turn your head over your shoulder, only to meet a firm hand angling it back forward. “…how much I like to look at your body?” he intones.
You feel his hand come up to your hair. He gently takes down your bun, letting your hair fall down your back. He strokes his fingers through it, getting some tangles out. His cool fingers then trace down your back, until they get to your ass. He traces the skin around your thong, then his fingers reach beneath you, pressing up against your sex. You whimper as he shoves his fingers up.
“Did you get this wet just from sucking my cock?” he asks so casually that he could be talking about the weather. You think for a moment, then shake your head.
“No, the bartender did that to me,” you reply, smirking. He scoffs, walking to face you, glaring. He snatches your wrist with one hand, with his other he grabs his belt, then urges you into the living room.
“Fucking brat,” he hisses, shoving you towards the stairs. As you go up them, Severus shoves you to go faster, murmuring something under his breath you can’t hear. When you both come to the second floor, Snape leans down beside you, grabs your waist, and hoists you over his shoulder. His arm wraps around your thighs and his hand begins to run over your ass, taking greedy handfuls of your soft skin.
He kicks his bedroom door open, walks to the bed, and throws you on your back on top of it. You grunt as you land, trying to make him out in the darkness. The next thing you know, his hands wrap around your lower legs and he pulls you towards where he stands at the foot of the bed. In one movement, he sits down and pulls you over his waist, so you're lying over him with your arse facing up in his lap. His hand begins to rub circles over your bottom.
“You have a very nice arse,” he murmurs. He fumbles around for a moment, then you watch him over your shoulder withdraw his wand. He swishes it and candles begin to fly off his chest of drawers. They ignite and float around the bed. “Now I can see it better….”
You grow restless in this position. You squirm about, trying to get comfortable. He uses one hand to push down on your back, to keep you still.
“I’ll try this again…who got you this wet?” His fingers find your soaked womanhood and he presses. You want to admit it was Severus, but you also want to piss him off.
“With Cole’s hands and lips all over me, I couldn’t help but-“
You’re cut off when his hand connects firmly against your arse. “I do not want to hear anymore about how much of a slut you were earlier…” He smacks your bottom harder now, making you yelp. “Is that clear?”
You nod, breathing heavily. “Yes,” you get out. He smacks you again, gathering your hair into his hand. He pulls hard, forcing your head back.
“Yes, what?” he demands, smacking harder than before. Your skin stings now, you can feel the cool air of the room attempt to soothe the tender skin.
“Yes, sir!” you groan. He begins to rub comforting circles over your arse. He lets go of your hair, traces a cool hand down your back.
“Mm…” he sighs, pleased. “That’s a good girl,” he muses. He shoves your thong aside with his fingers and pushes a finger into you. You croon, lifting your hips up for him. He takes the hint and inserts a second finger, curling them, hitting that sweet spot inside you.
“Mmm…” you moan out loud. Severus thrusts his hips up against you, groaning. You feel his cock begin to harden beneath you.
“I’d like to punish your lovely arse some more, but I’d much rather fuck you,” he admits. You don’t attempt to move - his fingers are still working. All of the unbearable arousal you endured is close to snapping. Just a few more moments…almost there…
You arch your back, your orgasm on the brink of eruption. But, Severus removes his hands from you and the sensation goes with him.
“Severus!” you complain. He laughs once, flipping you off his lap, standing again. He pushes you to your back, then grabs your legs, pulling them up to him. He rests them against each of his shoulders, pulling you further up so your legs are completely off the bed. He leans down into your sex, immediately opening his mouth to put on you. His tongue sweeps up and down, toys with your clit, his hands grasping your hips.
“Mmm…yeah….” you moan, stupidly. He breathes into you, moving his head up and down, his nose pressing against your swollen nub. His hands come to your breasts - he squeezes them with such strength, it makes you whine. He keeps working you up - tongue lapping at you, engulfing your soaked cunt. It works better than his fingers because you tense again, about to come beautifully in his mouth. He looks at you with those dark eyes - mouth wrapped around your sex - so intensely you almost look away.
Just before you come, he yanks away, smirking wickedly. You lift one of your legs and go to kick him in the chest, but he grabs it before you can. With what seems like extreme ease, he flips you to your stomach, pushing your legs down to the bed.
“I thought we were getting somewhere…you have a lot to learn, darling.”
You hear the belt buckle jingle as he grabs it. “No!” you complain. Your arse still hurts from his hand.
“No?” he reiterates. “Are you telling me no?”
You hear him raise it into the air. He strikes and the leather comes across your bottom. You yelp, tensing, grasping the sheets. “Ow!” you cry.
You hear him undo his pants and they land on the floor. He doesn’t move for a moment - maybe he’s stroking himself. You don’t dare look. He inhales and touches the back of your head, making you look at him over your shoulder. His dark eyes are intense, especially in the warm glow of the candles around the bed.
“Color, please,” he requests. You nod, turning back to face the bed.
“Green.”
As soon as the word flies from your mouth, he sends the belt across your skin again, harder this time. Your tender skin becomes angrier, grows hot. When you give him no reaction, he strikes you again. You groan, breathing laboredly. He sends another, this one not so hard, but it hurts the same.
“Fuck,” you sigh. His cold hand begins to rub your bottom gently. You sigh, needing any relief he’ll provide.
“Your skin is so red, so pretty,” he praises. You hear the belt land against the floors, then he discards what must be his sweater on top of it. Each of his hands grab your hips - he pulls your arse up and towards him. Your skin is met with his rigid cock.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?” he asks into the silent room. You nod, wriggling against him. “I can't hear you,” he states.
He wants you to beg for it. You don’t want to beg, shouldn’t have to after all he’s done to you tonight. But, you need him. More than any other man before him. You feel like you may die if he doesn’t get inside you and let you come.
“Please, please fuck me,” you begin. He groans, clearly liking it. He positions himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock resting just against it. “Gods, I need you so badly, Severus,” you add.
He inhales through his nose, wrapping your hair around his hand again, pulling your head up. “More,” he commands.
“Please, fuck me…use me like a slut…”
This seems to do the trick. He shoves into you fully and pulls on your hair more, arching you back towards him. He moves in and out of you, fast and rough, your tender arse aches as he does, but with how he’s giving it to you, you don’t really notice the pain. The force of his thrusts are extremely pleasurable, but almost hurt. You like it, though, because you feel the surge of pleasure begin to build. He hovers right over your back now, wrapping an arm under your waist, and he guides his hand to your clit.
“Oh…” you moan. You hear his ragged breathing in your ear, he’s humming with each thrust, simply lost in the way you feel around him.
“Come for me,” he pants, rubbing furiously over your clit now. You cry out when the pleasure unravels and consumes your body. Severus deliciously groans, presses his lips to your ear. “Good girl,” he breathes.
You collapse onto your chest, moaning. Severus grabs your hips and angles your arse up, to have a better position to continue his rutting. You pant as he does, grabbing onto the sheets for some sort of leverage - his persistent cock lengthens your orgasm. You’re so sensitive, it’s almost too much to bear. You feel his fingers clench against your waist and he cries out - a low whimper - and he slams into you and halts there. You whine when you feel his cock empty itself inside you.
“Bloody hell,” Severus sighs. He keeps himself inside you for a few moments, catching his breath. Then, he removes himself and gets up off the bed. You lay down, not saying anything, just breathing. When you muster up the strength to look at Severus, he’s standing next to the window, pulling up black lounge pants over his arse. In his hand are a pack of cigarettes. He fishes one out of the box, places it between his lips, and lights it magically. He inhales, pushes the window open, runs his spidery fingers through his hair.
Slowly, you get up, taking the thin sheet with you. You wrap it around your shoulders, slowly approaching him. He hits the cigarette again, then offers it to you. You take it between your fingers and take a hit for yourself.
“How do you feel?” he asks, breathing the smoke out of his hooked nose.
You blow the smoke from your lungs and give it back to him. “I’m not sure,” you admit. You’re hardly mad anymore and you’re not sure why.
“Did you like that?” he asks instead.
You nod. “Yes. Yes, I did,” you admit. “I’ve never been with another person like that. Just read books about it.”
He lets out a laughing breath. “You exceeded my expectations,” he replies, pleased. He flicks the cigarette out the window, then shuts it. He turns to you, placing a hand on the side of your face. “If I have realized anything about you tonight, it is that I do not want you kissing anyone besides myself,” he says, possibly more serious than you’ve ever heard him before.
“Okay,” you say, but it comes out of your mouth nearly silent. It sounds like he wants to be exclusive. You’re too afraid to make that clear. He presses a thumb to your cheek, tenderly caressing it.
“What?” he breathes.
“There’s just…a lot of things wrong with me,” you murmur, pulling away from him. You wander to the bed and sit down, looking at the floor between your feet.
“You don’t think there are things wrong with me?” he replies. You shrug, then shake your head.
“Can we talk tomorrow about this?” you ask, wanting to change the subject. Severus shakes his head, coming to sit beside you.
“I would prefer now,” he explains. “I can return you to your home, if you like,” he adds, semi-bitterly.
You sigh, exhaustedly. “I don’t want to leave, Severus. I’m drunk and just had my brain shagged out of me. I can’t think clearly,” you explain.
Severus nods stiffly, standing and walking to the other side of the bed. You feel tears well up in your eyes for some reason. The bed gets heavy when he gets in. He adjusts himself, then his movement ceases. He places a hand on your back, tugs on the sheet you have wrapped around you.
“Let us sleep, then.”
You wipe your eyes, then climb in. Severus pulls the blankets over each of you. Once you’re settled in, you feel him inch closer to you. He wraps one arm around you, nestling his face behind your head.
“Have I ever told you how good your hair smells?” he asks, tiredly. You laugh quietly, hoping there aren’t bad dreams for either of you tonight.