Professor Snape x Student (NSFW!) “Is this what you wanted?” Prompt
(This one is long... But I hope you like it! ALSO VERY NSFW.)
The day had arrived. You were more nervous than excited, but the idea of a special private lesson with none other than Professor Severus was just so tantalizing. You tried to keep level-headed as you walked through the corridors. You were excelling in class, not only in Potions, but Defense of the Dark Arts as well. The way Headmaster Dumbledore proposed this lesson to you was that it would be both good experience for you in learning Defense Against the Dark Arts but also for Professor Snape to be teaching it. And how could you say no?
After all, your hard work was your attempt to get him to notice you. You worked hard, you ranked at the top of your class. Typically, that would earn the Professor's scorn, but you never challenged him, listened intently and always seemed humble in your accomplishments. Perhaps that is why he agreed to this. Or maybe he just really wanted the teaching position.
You arrived up the stairs to the isolated tower high atop of Hogwarts. Your knuckles paused an inch before the door, hesitating slightly. You were told this would be the toughest training yet, and you were warned you would no longer be treated like a child, but like an adult witch facing real magic. A hard lump rested in your throat as you gently rapped on the door.
"You may enter," a slightly muffled, deep voice called through the wooden door. You inhaled deeply in attempt to muster up your courage as you opened the door and entered.
The room wasn't one you had ever seen before. There were shelves lined with scrolls and other strange artifacts, a small stained glass window let in the setting sun. A table and two chairs were in the center of the small room. You observed quickly that there seemed to be no book or notes on the table and wondered what you would learn.
"So you decided to show up... And, on time, no less," the elder man said with a slight sneer as he peered down his nose at you. Yet something about his voice did not seem like total displeasure. Maybe even no displeasure at all!
"Yes, Sir," you mumbled out, your face flushing slightly as your made eye contact with the Professor before looking away.
The darkly cloaked man paced around the small room, studying you before turning on his heel, his cloak fluttering dramatically behind him.
"Sit," he said curtly, pointing a finger at one of the chairs. You feared your heart's pounding could be audible as you mumbled out a "Yes, Sir" once more, sitting down into the chair and crossing your legs politely.
The tall, dark haired man began pacing again, glancing at you before looking up to the shelves.
"You are here because Dumbledore thinks you are something special," he paused to look you in the eye, "I am here to see if he's right."
You gulped hard and felt your palms grow slightly damp and quickly brushed them off on your grey pleated skirt.
"Today we shall be testing your affinity for Occlumency," he said, "no doubt a bright witch like you knows already what I speak of," the man's voice hinted sarcasm.
"Yes, Sir. Occlumency is the practice of blocking Legilimency," you stammered, "it's closing your mind to those who wish to read it." Oh no.
"Precisely," he muttered, seemingly a little disappointed he did not catch you in a trap.
"I will attempt to read your mind. To look deep into your thoughts. Your goal is to keep me out," a slight, twisted smile came to his face, "I bet you have things in that head of yours you wish to keep hidden."
You felt your whole body flush as you looked up into his glinting eyes, your mind racing. He was right, there was so much he specifically could not know. Every dirty thought, those times in the showers alone how you imagined those layers of black peeling off of his lean body- No! Snap out of it! you thought harshly to yourself. You needed to keep those things as far from your mind as possible.
"Now, focus and keep me from knowing your darkest secrets," he said, gaining his professional composure and raising his wand to point at you. You clenched your fists tightly on your lap, unsure of how to even try, but you had to.
"Legilimens!" Professor Snape called out, a small burst of light appearing from the tip of his wand as you began feeling his claws in your head. Your muscles contracted as you focused your mind as much as you possibly could. Keep him out you kept telling yourself, focusing on those words and trying to ignore the intense sensation of your brain being bore into.
And you succeeded in keeping him out. For a few seconds, at least.
Suddenly you felt it, as if your mind had been cracked open and the flood of thoughts came rushing out that you could feel him looking into. You felt him look into some of the tamer ones, like the time you were baking a pie at your house, or studying for exams. Your brain struggled to regain control as you could feel him delving deeper. There, he saw you scratching his name idly into a piece of parchment when you were younger.
But then things quickly became less innocent. Flashes of your muffled moans as you pleasured yourself in the bunk alone thinking of him, the dreams you had of him putting you on your knees and how hungrily you begged for his cock, the daytime fantasies of him bending you over your school desk and fucking you with the risk of being seen.
And then it stopped. As quick as it had began, your mind was your own again. You could feel you were slightly damp from sweat, and could feel the wetness on your clenched inner thighs from those thoughts. Your flushed face refused to look anywhere but your lap, looking at your fingers like they were foreign objects interlocked tightly.
After a pause that seemed a lifetime, you heard his throat clear.
"I will admit... That was not what I was expecting," the velvet voice said, clearly caught off guard.
"I-I-I should go," you blurted out, jumping to your feet with a sudden burst of energy. You took a step to move to the door and be free of this embarassment but was quickly blocked by a certain, looming figure.
"Is that truly how you feel," his low voice rumbled nearly like a purr and your large eyes looked up to his dark orbs in desperation.
"I see," he said, taking a step closer. You let out a slight gasp as you felt the older man's large, long fingers trace up under your skirt, touching your delicate inner thigh.
"My, my," the man purred, a light smile playing on his lips as his index and middle finger touched your thin, soaked panties delicately.
His delicate touch then increased in force, sliding his fingers between your legs and parting your lips slightly as he explored your contour and wetness.
The heat radiated from your vagina up, the aching between your legs only increasing with his touch and you could not help but moan slightly as his hand was pressed against your clit and teasing your lips. You looked down to his hand and saw that you weren't the only one enjoying this. The firm outline of the Potions Master's arousal was clearly visible. You stared hungrily at it for a moment, admiring the shape before putting your small hand on it, rubbing the shaft and touching the tip with your fingertips. You could feel his body go rigid and his hand stop teasing you for a moment as he felt your touch on his cock. His hand then left your body, much to your dismay, until you saw where it was going. The long, dark hair of the Professor obscured his face as he looked down his shirt, using both hands to quickly unfasten the buttons and tug his trousers off.
"Is this what you wanted?" he murmured, the lust dripping from his voice as he slowly pulling down his boxers, revealing his erect cock. The head glistened slightly with a bit of precum.
"Yes, Sir," you said, biting your lip and tracing your fingers up and down his erection, marveling at the size and shape. It was more magnificent than any of your fantasies.
"Good," he said quickly, "now bend over," he said, grabbing your hips roughly and pushing your upper body and face onto the table.
This was almost too much for you, you thought as you felt his hands slide up the back of your thighs, cupping your ass as he peeled your now-soaked panties away and let them drop to your ankles.
You let out a small whimper as you felt his fingers toying with you again, his index finger gently penetrating you in between stroking your entire pussy. Your heart was pounding as the heat and desire was almost too much to bear when you felt the head of his cock rub against your folds. A moan escaped your mouth as the length of his penis caressed your wet lips.
"I should give you what you've been waiting so long for," the sultry voice murmured as if considering the idea as his tip played with your entrance.
Then, you felt him slowly enter you, aware of every inch of his thickness inside of you. Your moan was louder this time as he began moving in and out, your legs nearly buckling as your heard a masculine grunt escape from him. As his rhythm increased you gripped the table for support, pushing against his cock to be filled.
"P-professor," you moaned out in pleasure, the sensations all too overwhelming as one of his hands gripped your hip for support, the other between your shoulder blades, pressing you down harder onto the table. As his pace increased once more you could feel yourself losing control, but this time as you had wanted to.
"I-I'm going to," you managed to gasp out before the waves of pleasure overcame your body. You heard a deep moan from behind as he finished inside of you, the throbbing of the hot cum pushing you deeper into your orgasm as you felt your pussy grip tightly onto his cock. Your control was lost and you moaned loudly as you climaxed together, and felt yourself gasping for breath as the waves slowly lessened to the point where you could think again.
Professor Snape was also panting, his grip finally loosening on your body before he slid out of you.
As you finally gained awareness of your setting once more you pushed yourself off of the table and turned around to see Severus quickly buckling himself back up. You paused, your mouth slightly agape as your eyes looked up at the man's messy dark hair and flushed cheeks.
He took a deep breath, seeming to gain his composure before he spoke.
"Clearly, you need another lesson... Same time. Tomorrow."
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