Another school year over. Thank Merlin. But also, another house cup handed over to the old man’s favorite house. His house deserved that cup. They earned it. Of course at the last minute, Dumbledore had to pull out the theatrics and hand over the prize to pathetic Gryffindor. His poor students were devastated, and it took hours to subdue them in the common room. Once they finally all went to bed, Severus Snape wandered down to his office to have a pity drink.
“Pathetic.” he spat as he walked along the corridors. Angrily gripping the bottle by the neck before bringing it up to his lips and dumping its contents into his mouth.
“This was meant to be a celebratory drink.” Snape groaned and brought the bottle down on one of the columns. It smashed into several pieces. The emerald green glass scattering all over the floor by his feet.
Snape pulled out his wand to expel the mess, but the scuffling of feet drew his attention towards the other end of the hall. He casted lumos, illuminating the area in a soft blue glow.
Someone was out of bed after curfew. He took small, calculated steps down the hallway, the leather on his shoes making small squeaks with every step. Nearing the end of the hall, he leaned up against the wall before quickly turning the corner with his wand drawn threateningly.
He saw the tail end of a student running down the corridor in the opposite direction. They turned left out of his view. Snape was quick to follow them. Holding his wand out as he ran so he could see which way they went.
The student made another sharp left. Severus was hot on their heels and as he turned the corner he was met with an empty hallway. Doors of unused classrooms lined the walls.
You were hidden inside one of these classrooms. A hand pressed over your mouth to contain your shaky breaths. The other gripping the doorknob in case whoever had been chasing you decided to try and enter. The sound of footsteps outside the door was drowned out by your rapidly beating heart. Why did you have to go to that stupid party?
Only a few minutes had passed but it felt like hours when you finally felt safe enough to leave the empty classroom. Especially after giving yourself the pep talk that even if you did get caught, what’s the worse they could do? Take points? Term was over so who cares.
You pulled your cloak tighter around your body and exited the classroom. The voice inside your head was telling you to book it back to your dormitory but the rational side of your brain said that running would only get you caught. So, there you remained creeping through the dark hallways trying to be as silent as possible.
Just as you neared the entryway to the staircase that would take you to the dorms, someone snatched you up by the collar of your shirt and pushed you against the wall. An illuminated wand stuck in your fear-stricken face. Your hands fisted at your robes nervously.
“Out for a victory stroll Miss L/N?”
“N-No sir!” You tried to peer at the person behind the wand, but the bright light blocked their face. In your frightened state, you hadn’t connected the voice to a face quite yet.
“Parading through the halls after curfew. Breaking rules. Are you Gryffindors convinced the rules do not apply to you?”
The wand was pulled back and your eyes finally were able to focus on Professor Snape’s angry expression. His cold black eyes raked over your body, and you suddenly felt incredibly exposed.
“What are you doing wandering the halls after curfew?”
“Professor Snape-”
“I asked what you are doing Miss L/N” A smirk settled its way onto his features as he crossed his arms. Oh how pleased he was. Catching one of the old man’s precious Gryffindors breaking the rules. He would take great pleasure in punishing this one.
“Nothing sir. I couldn’t sleep. That’s all.” You adjusted your tie and stood taller. Trying your best to show your potion’s professor that he didn’t intimidate you. Snape was able to see past your brave front though and was eager to pick it apart piece by piece.
“That’s all” he mocked. He stepped closer, his face only a few centimeters from your own. He was so close you could smell the wine on his breath. “You Gryffindors never listen. You break curfew, you cheat and lie, you can’t even follow the dress code.” He gestured down to your skirt which you had rolled up so it barely reached your knees. It has become a popular thing to do among the upperclassmen girls and you had of course joined in on the trend.
“Professor, I think you’ve had too much to drink. Let me go back to my dorm and I won’t tell anyone how you have accosted me in the halls tonight.” You pushed yourself from the wall and walked forward, making him back up. You stared directly into his glossy eyes, challenging him.
Snape’s smirk fell and you immediately knew you messed up. His lips curled again but this time into a devilish smile and he once again let his eyes travel over your body. His intense stare made you uncomfortable and you tried to discretely pull down your skirt.
“Oh, the courage and bravery of a young Gryffindor. How naïve. How foolish you all are.” He chuckled.
You swallowed thickly. His tone didn’t seem angry and authoritative as usual. It sounded sultry and sensual. He stepped closer, once again backing you into the wall. But this time he held out his arms so all you could see was him and his body. You felt incredibly small trapped within his hold. There was nowhere to go.
Snape reached out and tilted your chin up so you could no longer stare at his shoes but forced you to look into his eyes. He gently stroked your cheek with his thumb. The touch left you confused.
“Let’s see just how brave you can be Miss L/N.”
You opened your mouth to protest, to question what the hell was going on, but you couldn’t for Snape had clasped his hand over your mouth. The other hand searched your body. After a few moments of running his hands over you, he found what he was looking for. Snape pulled your wand from the pocket of your robes and tossed it to the side. It landed on the floor with an echoing clink. Silently you prayed that someone would hear it and come and save you.
But just as much as you wanted to be removed from the situation, you also didn’t want to be caught in it. Snape was an amazing liar, and you knew if someone spotted you both he would be able to spin the story in his favor.
Snape had long since removed his hand from your mouth, but you didn’t dare make a noise. Even with his teasing touches pinching and squeezing various parts of your body you still managed to keep silent. He seemed pleased with how pliant you were being and decided to take things further.
His mind was still quite foggy from the liquor, but he had ceased thinking with his head. All that mattered was the erection straining against his trousers and the overwhelming need to put this insufferable girl in her place.
At the sound of a zipper, you left your thoughts and began to try and weasel your way away from your professor. His hand flew out and enclosed around your throat. “You have to be quiet darling. You wouldn’t want to be caught in such a compromising position, would you now?”
You followed his gaze down to your disheveled clothes. While Snape was coping a feel, he had managed to unbutton your blouse and had tugged your skirt up so much that your underwear was now on full display. He was right. You knew it, and he knew you knew it.
Snape returned to unzipping his trousers. Surely he wasn’t going to do this here?
“Professor… Someone could see you.” You whispered, glancing around at the empty hallways. Sure it was after curfew, but you were right outside the stairway that led to Gryffindor tower. Anyone could walk by at any minute.
“Guess you better be quick then.” He pulled his stiff erection from the confines of his pants. Suddenly your throat felt very dry.
When it came to experience, you were lacking. The farthest you had gone was with your ex-boyfriend, and that was simply grinding on each other with your clothes still on. Never did you think your first time doing something like this would be with your professor, let alone out in the open corridors.
“On your knees.” He demanded. You fell to them against your better judgement. He laughed at the immediate obedience. “So desperate for it aren’t you? Knew you were a whore the moment I laid eyes on you.”
His words stirred something in you, and you shifted nervously on your knees. Snape stepped closer and ran his fingers through your hair before pulling on it and yanking you forward. You stumbled at first but his firm grip on your scalp kept you in place. With his other hand, he held himself at the base of his cock and lined it up with your pouty lips.
“Open.” He spoke through gritted teeth, brushing the tip over your bottom lip. You barely parted them, but it was enough for him to shove his length down your throat in one swoop. Your hands flew out to steady yourself, but you couldn’t find your balance. You were being held up only by his hands and his cock.
Snape eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fucked your mouth. Forcing you to bob your head up and down on him. Obscene noises left you as you struggled to breathe, and Snape couldn’t stop the deep groans that left him.
“Better quiet down L/N. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us.” Tears sprung to your eyes as you dug your nails into his thighs. You couldn’t get in any sort of air between his violent thrusts.
Suddenly, he pulled you off him. You heaved as air finally filled your lungs. Drool and pre-cum leaking from your abused lips. Your relief was short lived as Snape forced you back up on your knees and reentered your mouth. But this time at a much slower pace.
“So fucking pathetic. Sucking your professor’s cock like a needy slut. I bet you want someone to catch us, don’t you?”
Your eyes widened and you struggled to shake your head with a mouth stuffed full of cock. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen if someone caught you like this. Though you couldn’t deny his words did send sparks of arousal through your body. Embarrassment and shame burned your cheeks.
Snape continued to guide his dick in and out of your mouth for several minutes. Biting his lip to hold back his throaty gasps of pleasure. A sound from the nearby stairway caused him to still his hips. He held your head still, keeping your mouth wrapped around his length. Footsteps were echoing in the portrait hall.
A new wave of panic settled over you. It was taking every ounce of concentration for you to keep quiet. To prevent yourself from accidentally biting down on Snape. He thankfully pulled you off of him and tucked his still hard cock back into his pants. A bit of relief washed over you as he passed you your cloak. He was letting you go. You could go back to your dorm and pretend this never happened.
You fastened your cloak around your body, hiding your rumpled shirt and loose red and gold tie. You were about to run off and away from Snape, but he held onto the collar of your shirt and started walking in the opposite direction of Gryffindor tower.
You were only a few steps away from the area when the person who was wandering the halls earlier, caught up with you.
“Professor Snape!” They called from behind you. Snape made sure to loosen his hold on you but gave your neck a slight squeeze. An obvious way of saying ‘stay put’
Without turning around Snape answered, “Yes, Filch?”
“Heard students out of bed. Should I take that one to McGonagall?”
Your body tensed. If you said yes, maybe you could get away from him, even if it did end in a scolding from McGonagall. You started to turn around, but Snape pinched your side. “Quiet.” He whispered so only you could hear.
“I’ve got it thanks. She’ll be taking her punishment in my office.”
Before any more questions could be asked, Snape started dragging you away from the grumbling caretaker and down towards the dungeons.
Your thoughts were racing. What was Snape planning on doing once in his office? Perhaps he really was just taking you there for a normal punishment like lines or scrubbing cauldrons. This is what you tried to tell yourself to calm the uneasiness rising in your stomach. But the possessive grip he had on your body as he escorted you along made your theory seem laughable.
You arrived outside Snape’s office much too quickly for your liking. He unlocked the door and shoved you in. Once inside, he locked it again. Which made your insides turn.
He spun around to face you. He still had that dark and dangerous look in his eyes. It terrified you to the core but also made you just as curious.
“My my. What to do with you?” He circled you like a predator would its prey. You could see the outline of his still hard cock in his trousers. There would be no getting out of this.
You opened your mouth to speak but closed it just as fast. Snape chuckled. “Good girl. You’re learning so fast.” He stepped forward and unfastened your cloak again. It fell to the floor and exposed your chest to him for the second time that night. He removed the white button-up. Leaving your upper body only clad in your basic bra and school tie. He ran his hands over the material appreciatively. Then he took your tie in his hands and twisted it around in his fist and yanked it hard. You gagged at the sensation. “I want these off.” He reached under your skirt to pull the elastic waistband of your underwear and let it snap back against your skin painfully. “And then I want you bent over my desk. Got it?”
When you didn’t give an immediate response, he pulled on the tie tighter until you nodded meekly. He released his grasp on you and stalked over to nearby door. You knew that room. It was his potions storage. Sometimes you had to reorganize it or take inventory for him as part of your detentions. You’d kill to divide up frog spawn right now.
“I suggest you listen to me L/N. I’d prefer if you were a willing participant, but I have no qualms about binding your body and suspending you for my pleasure.”
The thought filled your veins with ice. Perhaps it would be better to just listen. You yanked down the underwear from under your skirt and awkwardly folded it and left it on a chair, determined to take it before you left. If you left.
You crossed the room and approached his desk. It seemed much more intimidating now. There were a bunch of things scattered over the surface. Rolls of parchment, a few empty glass vials, and an unlit candle.
“I said bent over. Not snooping.” A hand pressed into your back, making you fall forward over the desk. Your cheeks smushed against the parchment. He kicked your legs apart and you felt the cold air of the dungeons against your most private areas. Snape flipped your skirt up and admired the view. He brushed his fingers over your sex. You whined at the contact.
“You’re absolutely drenched doll. To think you were putting up such a brave front. Pretending not to like it. You do want it, don’t you?” His fingers continued their gentle strokes. When you didn’t answer him again, he brought a hand down on your ass. “Answer me.”
“NO!” You gasped out. Nails digging into wood of his desk.
“Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” He seethed. Each word punctuated with a particularly hard spank. You buried your head into your arms as weak sobs wracked your form. Your body felt like it was on fire, and not just from pain. “Perhaps.” He paused to run his hands along the curve of your spine. “Perhaps I should pour some veritaserum down your throat, so you have to be honest with me.”
You renewed your struggle against him, but he only took both your wrists in his palm and slammed them down against the desk. Holding you still while he manipulated your body into responding to him. “Or maybe some amortentia would work better. Turn you into a brainless little slut who is eager to please me.” He finished his sentence by finally pushing two of his fingers into your awaiting entrance. A wanton moan left your parted lips. “But that would be a waste as it seems that’s what you already are.”
Despite your attempts to prove him wrong, you still found yourself pushing back into his touch. Silently begging for him to push his fingers deeper. Snape was quick to oblige. Pumping his fingers harder and faster, pausing sometimes to scissor them apart forcing your body to stretch to accommodate him. Your whines echoed around the room, the worry of being caught long gone as you were already approaching your climax.
Before you could tip over the edge, Snape pulled his fingers from you. You snapped your head around to glare at him for withholding your release but fell silent as you watched him suck your arousal from his fingers. He stared at you dead in the eyes as he made a show of running his tongue over his long digits. “I cannot wait to taste you properly, but not tonight. We shall save that for another time.” He wiped his fingers off on your thigh. “Turn over.”
With great difficulty you maneuvered yourself around so your back now rested against the hard wood of the desk, your legs dangling over the edge. You had unconsciously squeezed your thighs together. You tried convincing yourself it was your way of still resisting him, but you knew it was to try and alleviate the growing pressure within your core. Snape forced your legs apart again which gave him easy access to your clit. He stroked it gently. Never giving you the pressure you craved. “Beg me to fuck you Y/N.” A smile played on his thin lips as he took in your flushed features.
The words didn’t register at first. Your mind was fuzzy, and all your focus was on the way his thumb rubbed circles into your clit. Your back arched during a particularly hard swipe and he placed his free hand on your stomach and forced you back down against the desk. “Answer me or I’ll edge you all night long.”
“W-What?” Your head lolled to the side so you could stare at him through half lidded eyes. Snape smirked and ceased his movements to lean forward and snatch you up by your tie again. He yanked you up so your forehead rested against his. “I said…Beg me to fuck you Y/N.” His eyes bore into yours and his angry exhales fanned over your face. “Beg me to stick my cock inside you.”
Forgetting all reason and only listening to your body’s desire to be touched, you let out a breathy “Please.”
“Please what?”
Your cheeks burned. Did he really expect you to say such vulgar things? You thought back to his earlier statement. If you said no would he really edge you all night? Snape was still staring at you expectantly, and before you could stop yourself the plea slipped from your lips.
“Please…fuck me Professor. Please stick your…cock inside me.” The words felt foreign to you, yet you managed to force them out.
“That’s a good girl. I’ll give my slut exactly what she needs.” He pulled your tie so he could crash his lips against yours. It was a type of kiss you had never experienced. Not sweet and innocent. It was hungry and full of lust. It held the weight of his promise. His tongue expertly explored your mouth, so you struggled to keep up with him. He didn’t break the kiss as he pressed against your body until you once again laid back against the desk.
He stepped back to unzip his trousers and pulled his cock from his pants. There was a bit of fear still prevalent in the back of your mind, but you could not deny the desire you felt. He brushed the swollen tip across your folds and groaned appreciatively.
A lump had formed in your throat. Realization came crashing down upon you like ice cold water. No matter how aroused you were at the moment you didn’t want to lose your virginity like this. To your professor. “Wait! No I don’t-”
Snape rolled his eyes and brought a hand to your throat and squeezed it warningly. “You can keep trying to deny what it is you truly want my dear. You can continue to lie to yourself, but just know I will have you screaming my name by the time this night is over.”
He grinned and lined himself up with your awaiting entrance and slowly eased himself inside. Your breath hitched and your eyes screwed shut in pain. You tried to expel him, to kick him away, but with a particularly nasty glare you stopped squirming. “Professor please stop.”
“No Miss L/N you are going to take it. Show me how good you can be.” His harsh tone made you whimper pathetically.
He helped guide your legs up so you could wrap them around him. Snape leaned forward so his hands rested on either side of your head, his long black hair dangling in front of his face. You could tell he was restraining himself based on his sharp intakes of breath. After briefly letting you adjust, he began rocking his hips. A few throaty moans left him with each meeting of your bodies. “Fuck. You feel so good. So tight.” His nails were digging into the desk, leaving small scratches in their wake.
His cock drove into you at a punishing pace. Taking out every frustration that had accumulated over the past year. Every backtalking student, every blown-up potion or melted cauldron, and finally the slap in the face that had been the house cup. His clipped grunts rang out with every thrust. Growing more animalistic as he continued his rough treatment of your body.
Your body had involuntarily started responding to him once again. Your walls had clenched around him, and it drove him wild. You bit down hard on your lips to stop yourself from succumbing to the pleasure and giving him the satisfaction of calling out his name, but he had found a way to dissolve your reluctance with one simple movement.
Snape had lifted one of your legs up over his shoulder so he could reach deeper within you. The head of his cock brushed over a particularly sensitive area inside you that had you seeing stars. Your hands flew up to his biceps for support. His thrusts were growing frantic, and he had to hold onto your waist to stop you from slipping headfirst off his desk. Things were falling and crashing to the ground. Parchment stuck to your sweaty skin, and neither of you withheld your noises anymore. “You want me to fill you up? Make you all mine? Answer me doll.”
You had nodded. Not understanding what you were agreeing to just basking in how full you were. How good Snape was making you feel. Something was growing in the pit of your stomach. Your lips had parted, and before you knew it his name had tumbled out followed by a series of cries. Your noises only spurred him on.
“So perfect for me. I think I’ll fuck you like this often, and when I can’t be inside you I’ll have you on your knees. I’m going to turn you into my perfect little plaything.”
“Severus.” Was the only coherent thought you could form so you kept repeating it as he brought you to your finish. Your nails scratched along his still clothed back as you fell over the edge. Your face screwed up in pleasure as he fucked you through your release. Snape’s movements grew sloppier as he struggled to maintain his composure. He held you close and smashed his mouth against yours. Moaning into the kiss while his hip stilled, and he shot load after load of his cum inside you. He pulled away from the kiss too soon for your liking and fell against the desk while panting heavily right by your ear. It sounded so undeniably hot.
After recovering, he sat up and eased himself out of you. You mewled at the feeling, still overbearingly sensitive. “Shh. I know darling. I know.” He cooed, stroking your thigh. He used two of his fingers to push back the cum inside of you that had trickled out. “Gotta keep you nice and full.”
He sat down and spent some time admiring you all spread out for him. Chest rising and falling while you stared at the ceiling trying to catch your breath. Every so often he would caress or press gentle kisses to your inner thigh. “Oh, my dear Y/N I will definitely be keeping you around all next year.” You couldn’t even respond. All you wanted to do was sleep.
Snape dragged his chair closer, so his face was eye level with your abused cunt. He gave a few hesitant licks to your clit and hummed at your shocked gasp. “Ten points to Gryffindor for being such a good girl for me.”