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The Pleasures Of The Flesh
Follow on from the prologue ‘These Twenty Minutes’ 🤪
Severus Snape x original female character (Eleanor, obviously 🤣)
18+ v v v smutty 😋
5.8k+ words
After spending the twenty minutes between a staff meeting and class unsuccessfully fucking his new human toy, Professor Snape remained in a foul mood for the rest of the day. His brain kept forcing him to relive it; the desperation, the embarrassment, the ruined orgasm. All this being said, however, the memory of looking down and seeing her covered in his untimely release was one of the most arousing images he’d ever seen.
As the day dragged on, with the promise of their next meeting at the end of it, he occasionally allowed his brain to dip into his current fascination; why had how she’d acted and spoken turned him on so much? Turned him on to the point where he felt like he wasn’t in control of his own body.
Was it the thought of her having his child like she said? Not exactly… Was it the risk that that could be the end result if they were so desperate that they didn’t use any precautions? Yes.
Regardless, this still confused Severus to no end; he had never lost control of himself like that before. So, why did it turn him on so much?
Was he embarrassed about what had happened in the Potions Cupboard? Absolutely. But was the idea of doing that all over again in a more controlled situation plaguing his every thought now? More than anything nice that had plagued his brain in his life.
Used to blocking emotions and thoughts out, he had managed to do so in regards to Eleanor only marginally, but by the time his classroom was empty for the day, he was starting to wonder how much longer he could wait.
He had told Eleanor to meet him in his classroom tonight but hadn’t given any specific time. To say he had only quite literally exploded a few hours earlier, he was craving release yet again, and the longer the day went on, the more horny he became. Even each time he used the bathroom for the rest of the day, he was tempted to keep his hand around his cock for just that little bit longer. Once his classes were over for the day, his mind ran away with itself, and it wasn’t until he noticed he was palming himself over his trousers that he tried to force himself to put his mind elsewhere.
A knock sounded at his door, immediately heightening all of his senses as he turned to look at it. He stood up and brushed down the front of his waistcoat whilst walking toward it.
Face still like thunder, he opened it and said, “Miss Eleanor, how kind of you to actually follow instruction and comply with my rules.”
“Hello.” She smiled timidly, holding her hands in front of her.
Severus held the door open a little wider and gestured for her to join him inside his classroom. Once the door was closed and they were alone, he said, “I trust you came alone?”
“Just like you did earlier…” She mumbled.
He heard.
“How dare you have the nerve to bring that up in my own classroom!” He spat immediately.
“What, would it have been different if I said it out in the corridor?” She raised her eyebrows, standing with her hands on her hips.
“Why, you arrogant little tart…” He glared, stepping closer to her.
“Would it hurt you to say something nice?” Eleanor asked, arching a brow.
“I’m not entirely sure you deserve it.” Severus shrugged. “Given your performance earlier.”
Eleanor grinned and dared to reach forward, playing with the high collar of his waistcoat.
She glanced at her fingers and then up at him.
“Oh, I thought I excelled,” She leaned up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his cheek whilst whispering, “Sir.”
Severus froze from the contact before exhaling loudly. Eleanor pulled her head back and flashed him a smirk, now settling her hands on his shoulders.
“Nobody must know what occurred earlier.” A hint of fury flashed in his eyes.
Eleanor snorted—purposefully to cause a reaction. “As if I’d boast about letting Professor Severus Snape fuck me.”
“I’ve a good mind to banish you from this castle.” Severus spoke lowly, trying his best to hold his anger.
Eleanor playfully pouted her lips.
“But not without teaching you a lesson first.”
“Well, we are in a classroom, Professor…” Eleanor now smiled. “It would make perfect sense to do so.”
Severus gritted his teeth and rudely pushed past her, trying not to rise to her attitude. He pulled out the chair from his desk and turned it around before sitting down on it, the stone cold glare still painted upon his face.
“Take your clothes off for me.” He commanded, gesturing to her.
“Right… now?” Eleanor asked, a little taken aback from the abruptness of his request.
“Yes.” Severus nodded, bending his elbows on the chair arms and placing the tips of his fingers together so his hands were presented in a triangular shape. “Right. Now.”
Eleanor glanced down at him and shrugged with an innocent smile. “As you wish, Professor.”
Severus leaned back in his chair and watched as she started to remove each item of clothing. Eleanor glanced down at him and locked eyes as the skirt she was wearing dropped to the ground, leaving her in just her underwear and blouse. Severus’ eyes narrowed and he watched closely as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her now clean blouse. His gaze was in a battle of trying to decide whether to stare at her now bare legs or her gradually parting blouse. Once all the buttons were undone, however, she shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall carelessly to the floor.
“Happy?” She bit her lip.
Severus shook his head. “All of it.”
“But it’s cold in here…” She playfully pouted her lips, but she only protested to try and get a bigger rise out of him other than the one inevitably in his pants.
“I don’t give a fuck.” Severus’ tone lowered warningly, “The temperature in this room should be the least of your worries, Miss Eleanor.”
“Yes, Professor.” She nodded timidly.
That on its own sent a tingle in the front of his trousers, let alone the view he now had in front of him with her completelynaked.
He tried his best to cover up how much this made a change in his breathing and squeezed his thighs together, praying that this small act wasn’t enough to arouse him already.
“Look at you…” He inhaled slowly, drinking in her body. “Just fucking look at you.”
Eleanor blinked hard and watched his eyes wearily. “Is… is that a good thing?”
Severus’ lips parted and he nodded slowly. Silently, he got to his feet and walked towards her, stopping once they were only inches apart. Eleanor bit her lip gently and reached out with one of her hands to lightly brush the back of her fingertips over his flushed cheeks.
“You drive me fucking mad.” He growled, grasping her wrist and pulling it away from his face before smacking their lips together.
Eleanor’s hands immediately snaked around his neck and she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, tangling her fingers in his hair. Severus’ thin, cold hands grasped onto her naked hips and pulled her into him, grunting softly against her lips.
“Do you like what you feel, Severus?” Eleanor whispered, nipping at his lips.
“Mmmh…” He inhaled sharply through his teeth. “I like to be able to grasp what is mine.”
“You like to do a lot with what’s yours, Severus…” Eleanor grinned.
“I do.” Severus pulled back briefly. “It is quite a delicate thing — the pleasures of the flesh.”
“How so?” Eleanor raised her eyebrows, lifting one of her thighs and slotting it between his legs.
“Too slow; not enough.” He taunted his fingertips down her side, making her shiver.
“You’re—”
Severus placed his index finger over her lips. “I’m talking.”
Eleanor bit down on his finger gently, gazing up into his eyes.
“Too fast; ruined.” He continued, pressing down against her thigh.
“And you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you…” She bit her lip to hide a smirk.
Severus’ nostrils flared. “It would not be wise to get clever with me, Miss Eleanor.” He snarled.
“No?” She pursed her lips. “I thought you preferred clever students.”
Severus’ lips curled into a terrifying smile.
“I do.” His lip twitched. “However, you, Miss Eleanor, are not a student.”
Eleanor bit her lip and dared to move closer to him. “What am I, then, Professor?”
Severus placed his hands on her hips and spun them around, walking her backward toward his desk and piercing her eyes darkly with his.
“You are nothing to me but a body.” He pressed her against his desk. “Somewhere or something to put my cock into.” He spoke lowly, pushing his hips against hers. “Something to release myself into.” He lowered her onto the desk and pushed between her legs, towering over her as his tone dropped even more with his lips now over hers, “Do you understand?”
Eleanor felt her breath hitch and hooked her legs around him. “Oh, absolutely.”
Severus desperately pressed his lips to hers, his hands now at either side of her head. Eleanor reached up to unbutton his waistcoat and then shirt, opening her eyes briefly to see either sides gaping open as he remained hovered over her. Severus broke the kiss momentarily to shake the top layer of his clothes off. Eleanor’s hands immediately made a dive for the buttons on Severus’ pants and began to undo them, gazing up at him with wanting eyes. Her eyes met his and she gave him a timid ’can I?’ look, awaiting his nod of approval before pulling his crotch open completely.
“Mmmh, what a treat…” She grinned, her eyes immediately widening when they settled upon the impressive tent in the front of his boxers.
“It’s impressive what effect some desperate whore can have upon me, I’ll give you that.” Severus snarled, watching her eyes as she walked her gaze back and forth over his clothed erection. “But do get on with it, Miss Eleanor.”
“O-Oh, yes, Sir.” Eleanor swallowed hard and pushed his trousers, along with his underwear, down past his hips.
Severus tried to shield a shaky breath whilst his cock snapped upward.
Eleanor’s eyes drifted down to his erection and then back up at him, arching a brow. “Now you get on with it, Professor.”
Severus lowered himself down onto her and stared into her eyes darkly. “Don’t you dare tell me what to do.”
Eleanor opened her mouth to dare to argue but instead her lips were met with his, kissing her fiercely. This was gladly welcomed, as were her legs now being hooked back around him. The difference this time being that they were both completely naked. Severus grunted softly and reached down between them, lining himself up and desperately thrusting forwards. He held himself there for a few moments, breathing heavily against her lips whilst her legs tightened around him.
“Do I have to beg?” Eleanor whispered, pulling at his bottom lip.
“No.” Severus readjusted his hands against the table. “But it helps.”
“Are you sure it wouldn’t be too much?” She smirked, hovering her lips over his.
“You’re going the right way about being broken in half, Miss Eleanor.” Severus snarled, reaching for her wrists and now pinning them roughly above her head – not a care in the world about what he knocked off his desk in the process.
Eleanor leaned up to kiss him but felt her breath hitch when she noticed he turned his head in disapproval so instead spoke into his ear, “Just make sure you actually get it in me this time, Professor. Hm?”
Severus snarled and kissed her harshly, “Watch your tongue.”
“Oh, I would…” Eleanor spoke between kisses, “Wouldn’t wanna waste a drop.”
Severus inhaled as if he were about to say something, but instead she continued;
“Not when I know how good it tastes.”
That sent Severus’ head spinning.
“Right,” He gritted his teeth, raising his body, “On your knees.”
“K-Kn—”
“Now.” His lip curled in dominance.
Eleanor let out a shaky breath and got to her feet once Severus stood up properly again. She bit her lip as her gaze fell between his legs again, holding onto his thighs as she lowered herself onto her knees. Slowly, she gazed up at him.
“Now what?”
Severus rolled his eyes. “Don’t play dumb. I could write a book on how much you love having your mouth full.”
Eleanor grinned and reached up to wrap her fist around the base of his cock, pointing the tip of it toward her pursed lips. Severus pressed his lips together in a thin line and exhaled in anticipation, feeling himself pulse in her grip. Eleanor leaned forward and pressed her lips to the tip of his cock, eyes closing.
“No,” Severus reached down with one of his hands, grasping the back of her head, “No time for that,” His grip solidified, “Just fucking suck.”
Eleanor parted her lips fully and pushed him all the way to the back of her throat, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. Severus gritted his teeth and bunched her hair up in his fist.
“I said fucking suck.”
Eleanor raised herself up a little more and gripped onto his bare thighs, her eyes gradually falling shut as she began to move her head back and forth. Severus let out a heavy breath and tilted his head back, her hair still in his grasp.
“Mmh, being obedient at last…” Severus growled.
Eleanor dug her fingertips into the bare skin on his thighs and flattened her tongue so that it brushed the underside of his length each time her head moved. Severus shivered in pleasure, and when she started to match her movements with her fist whilst concentrating her mouth on the head of his cock, he found his free hand having to grip onto his desk behind her.
“Mmh, mmh…” Eleanor made soft noises with each little suck, glancing up at him every now and again.
“Brace yourself, sweetheart…” Severus spoke shakily, “I need more.”
Eleanor pulled him out of her mouth all except the head which she rested on the tip of her tongue, gazing up at him like a dutiful dog. “More, Professor?”
Severus nodded quickly before reaching down to place both hands on the back of her head and standing with his legs shoulder width apart. He looked down at her and slowly eased himself all the way back into her mouth again, narrowing his eyebrows. His lip twitched and he finally gave in to his desire — tightening his grip on her hair and starting to drive his hips back and forth without a care in the world for the back of her throat.
Eleanor’s eyes watered and she gripped onto his thighs for dear life. Severus let out shaky grunts with each heavy thrust forward, his grip on her tightening.
“Oh, fuck, yes…” he leaned up on his tiptoes, his head now giving in on staying upright as it swung backward in ecstacy. “So this is how it feels when you comply…”
Eleanor made a soft squeal in response, her heavy eyes opening.
The flame in Severus’ stomach began to flicker suddenly—dangerously. He had so many thoughts going through his mind: he didn’t want to stop because it felt so good, but he didn’t want to give in to his own pleasure so soon, and he also wanted her. Like, really wanted her.
He removed one of his shaky hands from her hair and prodded three fingertips against her forehead, attempting to push her away from him.
Eleanor’s eyes opened once more and she gazed up at him to make sure that he definitely wanted her to stop, and not that he had lost his grip on staying upright—she dared not want to find out the repercussions if she had gotten it wrong.
She pulled him out of her mouth entirely with a pop noise. Severus hissed through his clenched teeth, immediately feeling his body scream from the sudden lack of attention.
“Did I do something wrong, Professor?”
Severus shook his head and snapped his fingers together in a motion for her to get to her feet. Eleanor obeyed and stood up, their direct eye contact not breaking.
“Not wrong,” Severus reached down to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, “not wrong at all.” he pressed a hard kiss to her lips, bringing her closer to him again with his free hand now on the small of her back. “Just changed my mind. Decided I wanted something… different.”
Eleanor placed her hands against his bare chest and massaged her fingertips against his skin as his kisses grew more fierce. The throbbing desperation of his unattended cock was snug between them. Severus was trying everything in his power to try and pay it no mind, and brush over the fact that he could’ve quite easily burst in her mouth.
Eleanor’s hands slid up to the sides of his neck and scratched their way down his skin.
Severus moaned into her mouth from the feeling. Eleanor felt his cock twitch between them and smirked. Severus felt himself growing even more needy. Her nails assaulted him again. Severus groaned from the back of his throat this time, pressing his arousal against her properly.
“Is this what you want?” she whispered, nudging their noses together. Severus’ tongue traced along her bottom lip as if asking for entry—the most polite thing he’d done all day. Eleanor took a small breath and then dared herself to say–
“To kiss the mouth that’s just hosted your cock, hm?”
She saw his face turn pink for a brief moment before fury took its place. Severus glared at her and gritted his teeth. His breathing changed, and for a few long moments that was the only sound that left him.
“Turn around.” his voice wasn’t angry. In fact, it was alarmingly calm.
“Are you going to fuck me, Professor?” Eleanor’s eyes flickered up to his, biting her lip. Her voice lowered into a whisper. “Are you actually going to fill me this time… Professor?”
Severus’ lip twitched angrily, and it was taking everything in him not to lose his composure—everything in him not to immerse himself in her words, everything in him not to touch himself from the way her words made him feel without even lifting a finger.
He repeated his previous instruction, this time with a little more dominance.
“Turn. Around.”
Eleanor nodded compliantly and did as he asked, turning her back to him but purposefully remaining upright but with the tips of her fingers against his desk.
“Like this, Professor?”
Severus inhaled deeply and traced his eyes down her bare back, staying completely still and silent for a few moments—to Eleanor this felt like forever. Eventually, he took a step forward and brushed her hair over one of her shoulders before settling his hands on her hips.
Eleanor held her breath. She could feel his lips tauntingly close to her ear. His fingertips pressed into her bare skin, one hand tracing its way down her lower stomach. She wanted to brush back against him and feel his warmth pulsate against her back, but equally found it eerily chilling how calm he was being.
His head dipped, and she braced herself for his lips against her bare neck, but this never came—instead, he whispered lowly into her ear,
“Be a good girl and bend over the desk for your Professor.”
Eleanor felt every nerve in her body tingle from his request and complied immediately, her fingertips now holding onto the other side of his desk as she positioned herself over it. Severus’ eyes grew large and his lip twitched, exhaling slowly as he drank in the view he had been craving.
“Everything al—”
“Shut up.” Severus snarled, his hands now back on her hips and drawing them a little higher up. “Don’t talk.”
Eleanor swallowed hard, feeling her palms growing sweaty against the desk.
“I think you’ve said enough.”
Those were his final words before reaching between them and driving his hips forward at a force similar to a heard of one hundred angry centaurs. He let out an almighty grunt, and Eleanor responded by tightening her grip on his desk, unsure if the ‘don’t talk’ stretched as far as not being allowed to verbally show how much she’d wanted this.
“Jesus fu…” Severus’ breath was taken from him completely, hands clamped to Eleanor’s hips as they plummeted forward already at an unforgiving speed.
Eleanor could barely contain herself, she felt like she would combust if she didn’t let out a noise. Slowly, she parted her lips and wearily she began to moan. Severus was far too lost in his thrusts to even scold her for it, and before they knew it, they were starting some impromptu competition for who could make the most noise.
Severus repositioned himself slightly and leaned further over her, his breath now hot in her ear.
Eleanor froze and suddenly held her breath.
“How is that?” he mumbled into her ear.
Eleanor parted her lips to speak but paused to let out a whimper when Severus shunted his hips forward rather harshly. Her grip on his desk tightened. Their sweaty bodies rubbed together.
“Is— this— good— enough—?” he grunted each word with a heavy thrust.
Eleanor nodded weakly and felt herself trembling against the desk. Severus moved his head in a vampire-like motion and sunk his teeth into the crevice of her neck, moaning from the back of his throat.
“S—Sev!” Eleanor gasped shakily, narrowing her eyebrows.
“I’m going to fucking…” Severus drew in a deep breath, “Fucking breed you like a filthy fucking…”
But he never made it to the end of the sentence; his own unforgiving hips almost having a mind of their own at this point.
“Mmmh… careful, Professor…” Eleanor’s eyes rolled back but a smirk was growing upon her lips. “Don’t let your darkest desires run away with themselves. We haven’t taken any… precautions…”
This earned the exact reaction she had hoped for; Severus stood up straight, clamped his hands to her hips, drew them up a little higher, and ploughed his hips forward faster than a Gringott’s mine cart with a breaks failure.
“F…” Eleanor tried to speak, grasping onto the desk for dear life as it rattled relentlessly beneath them. “F-Fill me… I dare you.”
Severus’ teeth seethed. Eleanor’s fingertips turned white from how hard she was clinging on, and if Severus were to hold her hips any tighter, he’d be drawing blood.
“Agh, fuck…” Severus hissed, his face contorting as his body went up in flames of arousal. He pulsed madly with each movement and felt his hands beginning to shake against her hips. “D-Don’t you… tell me… what to do…”
Eleanor’s head dropped forward and she turned it to press her hot cheek to then cool surface. Everything that was previously on Severus’ desk was now scattered on the floor—or had fallen over out of its usual position at the very least.
“Mm, fuck… Professor…” Eleanor’s eyebrows narrowed, enjoying every moment of being shunted against his desk with each unapologetic buck of his hips.
Her lips parted and she slowly opened her heavy eyes, glancing up at his face the best she could from the position she was in. Severus’ eyes were screwed shut, lips pressed together in a thin, white line and only parting each time his jaw locked and he let out a constrained moan.
Eleanor didn’t know whether she dare mention it, or even hint, but it was almost as if he had spent the day working on his self control, not teaching his students.
Severus was well aware that the ticking time bomb of his balls seemed to have a mind of its own when it came to Eleanor, but it didn’t stop his unforgiving thrusts. This was what she wanted, and, being honest, vice versa. He’d been thinking about having her in this position all day.
Eleanor chose her moment spectacularly.
“Did you cancel all your classes and learn how to actually to fuck me properly this time?”
“You fucking dare…”
But words failed him. His thrusts slowed. Instead, Eleanor spoke again.
“Are you going to continue tripping over your tongue, or are you going to tell me the truth?”
Severus flashed his teeth again, snarling from her question.
“What truth?” he spat.
“This isn’t like the Severus Snape that attempted to fuck me earlier…”
“Eleanor…” Severus’ tone dropped dangerously.
“Did you make yourself a stamina potion, Professor?”
Severus saw red. If steam could blow out of his ears, it would have. His hips began to drive forward again. His teeth clenched, and his lips snarled in a way that they were visible again.
Eleanor felt a sudden cool breeze against one of her hips as if Severus had removed one of his hands, but before she even had time to think about it, she felt—and heard echo around the room—the stinging contact that his palm met rather brutally with her bottom.
“P-Professor–!”
“So–! Fucking–! Desperate–!” He bellowed with each harsh slap, skilfully timing them with each rough thrust.
“Ah, fuck! Severus!” Eleanor cried out, trying to compose herself. “S-So fucking desperate for you to cum inside me…”
“When I want, not you!” he growled, though there was no denying that his peak certainly wasn’t far away.
“Ugh, please!” Eleanor whined seductively, now pushing her hips back against his as he moved. “I- I want to see your face as you let yourself go…”
Severus’ mouth dropped open and he was fighting the urge of his eyes wanting to roll back in pleasure.
The truth was, he wanted to see her face, too. Her face whilst he gave her what they both wanted.
“You better fucking behave.” He spoke warningly, trying to disguise his shakiness as his movements stopped once more.
Eleanor whimpered when she felt him step back and break their contact completely. Patiently, despite wanting to scream from how badly she needed him, she waited for her cue to stand up properly and turn around.
“What are you waiting for, someone else to finally be interested in what you have to offer?”
His tone was cruel and vicious, and it even took Eleanor by surprise. Cautiously, she stood upright and turned around, perching herself on the edge of his desk and trying to catch her breath.
“Look at you…” he snarled, immediately stepping forward and between her already parted legs.
“Look at me?” Eleanor spoke uneasily, reaching up to place her hands on his sweaty shoulders.
Severus grasped her thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. Tauntingly, he nudged his hips forward so that the tip of his throbbing length would brush against her—easily slotting about a quarter of the way in before retracting himself again. Eleanor’s grip tightened on his shoulders and she whimpered softly, narrowing her eyebrows as she gazed up at him.
“Yes, you.” He spat, looking down at her with a glint of amusement on his face. “Sopping wet and fucking pathetic.”
Eleanor parted her lips to speak, but he was inside her again. Her lips remained parted, but only a moan came out. Severus pulled back again, an evil grin now upon his face.
Eleanor inhaled shakily and waited for the shiver to run through her body before speaking.
“Coming from the man who can’t even orchestrate an orgasm inside his own personal whore.”
“Why, you…” he gritted his teeth and placed a hand on either of her thighs, roughly pushing them apart.
Eleanor remained silent but raised her feet onto the desk—now with herself spread as wide as possible.
Severus’ hands gripped onto her thighs tighter and moved his hips forward, taunting her yet again by not giving her all of what she wanted.
He tried to keep his lips together for as long as possible—nudging his hips just enough to push the head of his cock inside her—but it wasn’t long before the small delicate motions were even becoming too sensitive for him.
“Oh, fuck…” he muttered to himself, his palms growing sweaty against her skin.
“Ugh, please, Severus…” Eleanor whined, arching her back in need. “Please.”
Severus’ eyes closed. It was taking everything in him not to let go.
“I…” Eleanor swallowed hard. “N-Need it.”
Severus shuddered and narrowed his eyebrows, his cock twitching angrily each time it was removed. He closed his eyes to try and calm his heart rate from being so on the edge, his hands trembling against her thighs.
“Fuck me like you mean it, Professor…” Eleanor bit her lip, leaning back on her elbows. Then she added quieter, “Not like this morning.”
Severus’ eyes snapped open and he glared at her furiously. Eleanor could’ve sworn she saw the anger bubble up inside of him.
Without word, he started driving his hips forward again at a merciless pace. Eleanor cried out in pleasure and squeezed her eyes shut, but this was very soon cut short when Severus then lunged over her body; one hand slamming purposefully at the side of her head to balance him and the other one clasping around her throat.
Eleanor opened her eyes widely and gladly welcomed his weight on top of her—though the hand around her throat was new. His eyes were like the devil, his teeth were showing firmly clenched together, and if he had grunted any louder, saliva would’ve passed between them without them even needing to kiss.
“S… S…” Eleanor attempted weakly at moaning his name, but the weight of the crevice between his thumb and index finger prevented her from actually forming a word.
Their eyes met. Time felt like it had frozen. It was as if Eleanor had forgotten that Severus’ hand was about to crush her airways. His black pools were mesmerising. Love? Hate? Scared? Would she ever know what was going on behind those eyes? Come to think of it, would he even know?
Severus’ thighs turned to led. Eleanor’s stomach was on fire. It was only a matter of time.
He removed his hand and gripped onto her shoulder. Eleanor gasped loudly as she was raised upright, but barely managed to get her breath back before they were kissing—hard and desperately. Eleanor hooked her legs around him and slid her nails up the back of his neck, shakily grasping onto the hair at the nape of his neck.
She felt him tense and dug her heals into his bottom, biting down on his bottom lip and tugging it out slightly—the tugging being helped greatly by the harsh movements of his hips shaking her entire body.
“Fill me.”
“Fucking… Christ…” Severus moaned, his eyes rolling back as his cock gave a threatening pulse.
Eleanor lost her breath even more than when he had had his hand clamped to her throat. She tightened her legs around him even more and gasped in pleasure as they both combusted at once. The tightness of Eleanor’s climax brought on Severus’ even more intensely, and vice versa.
“Fucking, fuck— fuck!” He cried out loudly, veins showing in his forehead as his face turned deep red.
“Mmh, Severus!” Eleanor gasped, her body trembling against the desk as his pounding hips refused to let up riding out their orgasms.
As much as she was rattling against him, her feet remained pressed firmly into him to ensure that she didn’t miss a single drop. Severus’ hips were relentless, the way she was acting making him want to carry on until his cock fell off.
“Ugh, fuck.” Severus exhaled heavily, pressing a clumsy kiss to her lips as his hips bucked forward. “Is…” He swallowed hard, feeling himself twitch from how sensitive he felt. “Is that what you wanted?”
Eleanor nodded, her hands shaking through his sweaty hair as his hips reluctantly came to a stop. Severus broke the kiss and his head fell forward. His lips landed on her shoulder, her lips landed on his neck, and they could both taste the sweat on their bodies.
Even after the writhing against each other’s bodies had stopped, Eleanor’s fingers continued to play with his damp hair, and Severus’ arms remained around her…and for a few long moments, until his brain registered what he was doing, he held her against him. Their sweat moulded into one, their hearts thumped together, and all their thoughts seemed to match.
“Right, well,” Severus cleared his throat and dropped his hands by his sides, pulling himself away, “You got what you wanted, I got what I wanted.”
Eleanor wanted to make a joke about how managing not to bust in ten seconds was what he wanted, but she didn’t. He seemed almost sheepish. Their bodies parted, or peeled apart, more like, and the room remained silent all except their heavy breathing.
“Am I allowed to say how much I enjoyed it?” Eleanor asked timidly, now crossing her legs on his desk whilst leaning back on her hands.
“Whether you enjoyed it or not means nothing to me.” He lied. “Like I said; we both got what we wanted.”
The room fell silent again for a few long moments until Eleanor spoke.
“I can’t get enough of your hands on me, Professor.”
Severus was midway turning around to grab at the pile of clothes on the floor, but this comment made him turn back to her.
“You… liked it when I put my hand to your neck?” He arched a brow.
Eleanor shrugged and nodded at the same time.
Severus’ lip twitched, unsure what to do with this new information.
“Get dressed.” He tossed her clothes carelessly in her direction before getting dressed himself.
Eleanor, much like the rest of the day, did as she was told.
“When can I see you again?” She asked.
“We work in the same school, Miss Eleanor, you will see me every working day.” He narrowed his eyebrows. “Do not ask stupid questions.”
“No, I mean…” She pursed her lips. “Like this.”
Severus glanced aimlessly around the room. “I have some papers to mark for tomorrow. Goodnight, Miss Eleanor.”
“But, you didn’t—”
“Goodnight, Miss Eleanor.” His voice was more firm this time.
“Right,” Eleanor made her way to the door, “Yes.”
“Oh, and Eleanor?”
His back was facing her but he heard her footsteps come to a halt.
“Yes?”
Severus stopped aimlessly faffing with his student’s books and looked up at her.
“No one else is allowed to be interested in you.” He walked over to the door where she was stood and spoke in a gruff tone. “Do you understand?”
Eleanor’s lips twitched into a smirk and she scanned his face, squinting her eyes. Slowly, she lifted her hand and dared to cup his face in it, delicately brushing her thumb across his lips as she spoke,
“Oh, I absolutely understand.” She nodded slowly, genuinely shocked that he was allowing her to touch him like this. “I’ll forever be on your desk… waiting to be spread open.”
Severus’s breath hitched in his throat and he felt an almighty jolt in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps the pretend book marking could wait.
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